Left at the alter is but a bundling of two feathers, Red and white, Tied to a premier ball. It wasn't truly a matter of what it was, rather who rested inside, Perhaps it was unorthodox. To give oneself but hadn't a certain eon always been a little odd, Should the god approach. The little pieces of soul dew jewelry would glow.
WHAT WILL YOU BRING TO THE ALTAR?
INCREDIBLE-- for in the god’s world, pokeballs have been missing for quite some time now. People and their companions lived separated. So to see one-- one not of his own creation-- strikes a note of curiosity in the deities heart. Where did it come from? What lay inside?
The feathers are handled with care. These come from a certain legend he knew long ago. Cyrus would recognize them anywhere. And the soul dew-- what did it all mean?
An offering. This one living.
He’ll let her out later, immortalize, exalt, and allow her to roam the Earth for an eternity. Behold dragon, you have been made pure by a god’s touch. You have been made holy in his sight.