protecting Fienna. As his mind swirled with everything, he noticed the crystals seemed to be glowing in a small cleft near the waterfall. Suddenly streaks of light seemed to branch out from the glowing rocks to form a small ball of multicolored light. The ball seemed to stretch and slowly formed the figure of an older woman, naked except for the flowing, crystal-like hair that reached her feet. Terra could see through her, to the crystal bound wall just behind the woman. He slowly got up, trying not to wake Fienna and walked toward the figure. When he was at the pool, directly opposite the woman, he began to hear multiple pitched hums. They seemed to be coming from the crystals. They slowly formed into a single gentle voice that matched the movements of the woman’s lips.
“I am Tone,” she said.
“You are the one who talked to me before?” Terra asked with his head tilted slightly and a wary look on his face.
“Yes, I talked through the stream last time,” she said.
Terra said nothing; he just stared at her.
“I can control the crystals much better than the water so I believe we can talk with greater ease.”
“What do you want from me?” Terra responded.
“Why do you think I want something?” Tone asked.
“All want something from me, except Fienna,” he answered.
“What I want is what you must provide, for without your help all will die,” she said in a grim voice.
“I don’t understand. Why will all die?”
“The Dark One has devastated a large part of my body,” She said in a sad voice.
“I still don’t understand,” Terra said with a questioning voice.
“This soil you stand on is fertile and full of life, but on the other side of my spine the land is mostly dead. What little life is left is struggling against the great storms of hatred and the dark sickness that tries to destroy all,” she said, seemingly becoming tired.
“Your body. You mean the life on Tone is your body and when some of it dies, part of you dies?”
“Yes!”
“What do you wish from me?”
“That you choose to defeat the darkness,” she said as her image began to fade.
“I will help you if you call upon me. You must destroy the dark one with the ninth,” she said as her image disappeared.
“The ninth. What is the ninth?” he said to nothing.
“It is the power that you possess, but he cannot,” a disembodied voice said.
“Why can he not possess it?”
“You cannot possess what you are not and cannot be,” the voice said in a fading tone. Terra somehow knew there would be no more talk that sunset and returned to Fienna’s side.
Fienna awoke before the sun rose and walked to the cave entrance, looking up to the sparkling sky lights. She had not been asleep the sunset before, when the vision of the woman had come to Terra. She was not going to tell Terra that she knew of the conversation. He would tell her in his own time. Fienna would not hesitate to do what the vision wanted to save her child, but Terra needed to think about such things.
She sometimes had a hard time understanding Terra. He did not like the hunt and the killing of prey, although he would do it. Fienna loved tracking the beasts and watching them run in fear. Even though she was only thinking about hunting, she could feel her heart beating faster and the excitement of flying over running beasts, pushing them toward an open area. She could imagine herself plunging down and sinking her talons into one of them. Then came the joy of the kill and the wonderful taste of the fresh meat and warm blood that flowed into her throat.
She knew none of this was pleasant for Terra. He had a reluctance to kill anything and he only killed to eat. Fienna knew that the world was in trouble. The dragons were finding less running beasts to kill and the land seemed less green. It was becoming obvious that things were changing for the worst. Based upon what Tone had said, Terra was the one chosen to correct the world’s troubles. She would have to
“I am Tone,” she said.
“You are the one who talked to me before?” Terra asked with his head tilted slightly and a wary look on his face.
“Yes, I talked through the stream last time,” she said.
Terra said nothing; he just stared at her.
“I can control the crystals much better than the water so I believe we can talk with greater ease.”
“What do you want from me?” Terra responded.
“Why do you think I want something?” Tone asked.
“All want something from me, except Fienna,” he answered.
“What I want is what you must provide, for without your help all will die,” she said in a grim voice.
“I don’t understand. Why will all die?”
“The Dark One has devastated a large part of my body,” She said in a sad voice.
“I still don’t understand,” Terra said with a questioning voice.
“This soil you stand on is fertile and full of life, but on the other side of my spine the land is mostly dead. What little life is left is struggling against the great storms of hatred and the dark sickness that tries to destroy all,” she said, seemingly becoming tired.
“Your body. You mean the life on Tone is your body and when some of it dies, part of you dies?”
“Yes!”
“What do you wish from me?”
“That you choose to defeat the darkness,” she said as her image began to fade.
“I will help you if you call upon me. You must destroy the dark one with the ninth,” she said as her image disappeared.
“The ninth. What is the ninth?” he said to nothing.
“It is the power that you possess, but he cannot,” a disembodied voice said.
“Why can he not possess it?”
“You cannot possess what you are not and cannot be,” the voice said in a fading tone. Terra somehow knew there would be no more talk that sunset and returned to Fienna’s side.
Fienna awoke before the sun rose and walked to the cave entrance, looking up to the sparkling sky lights. She had not been asleep the sunset before, when the vision of the woman had come to Terra. She was not going to tell Terra that she knew of the conversation. He would tell her in his own time. Fienna would not hesitate to do what the vision wanted to save her child, but Terra needed to think about such things.
She sometimes had a hard time understanding Terra. He did not like the hunt and the killing of prey, although he would do it. Fienna loved tracking the beasts and watching them run in fear. Even though she was only thinking about hunting, she could feel her heart beating faster and the excitement of flying over running beasts, pushing them toward an open area. She could imagine herself plunging down and sinking her talons into one of them. Then came the joy of the kill and the wonderful taste of the fresh meat and warm blood that flowed into her throat.
She knew none of this was pleasant for Terra. He had a reluctance to kill anything and he only killed to eat. Fienna knew that the world was in trouble. The dragons were finding less running beasts to kill and the land seemed less green. It was becoming obvious that things were changing for the worst. Based upon what Tone had said, Terra was the one chosen to correct the world’s troubles. She would have to
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