Andre’s horse trotted steadily down the damp path to Tazmenzy Castle.  All he wanted to do was get to the castle, have a light meal, then bed down, alone, for the night.  Throughout his journey doing errands for his master, Andre’s mind had strayed to the girl he saw at that small mountain town. Short cropped hair a couple shades from being black, held back with a broad bandana.  Young, but for the way she moved; it suggested a worldly and self-sufficient grace.

Dra’Sorrian.  The girl had the aura of one touched by dragon blood.  Whenever he thought about her he got an odd achy feeling.  He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that it wasn’t good for him or for Siegev’s plans to take over Starza.  She was a ‘Speaker.  That alone made them mortal enemies.  No Dragon Speaker has ever been what was considered evil.  Andre didn’t know how Siegev was going to turn a draskena, much less the Destined Child, into an evil one, if that was his plan.  Better to just kill them all.  Andre decided that he was just baffled by the girls dark hair and untouched slender figure.  He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he thought her beautiful; he was a young man in his prime after all.  But it was those changing eyes that held his intrigue; he’d glimpsed them before rejoining his master.  He’d purposely walked close while his master was in the shop and made eye contact.  Deep down in those eyes lay an undesired past he’d rarely seen in a Dra’Sorrian.   The deep mostly silver eyes that remembered only hardship and shame… and very deep anger.

Thinking about the girl again made his insides tingle in a peculiar fashion.  If he used her hidden anger to turn her, then he could have her close, perhaps study her and that buried anger of hers …and get the praise of his Master.  Andre smiled at that thought.  He’d have to plan this carefully.  First, he would find out her name, and then seek her out.

If she came with the Destined Child, or is the Destined Child? No, she isn’t the Destined Child.  What she might hold in her heart wasn’t right for one so powerful.  The thought disturbed him nonetheless.  If she came with the Child, Andre could plead for her life, claim her then change her… he’ll be able to keep her alive.  If she won and the Destined Child got the egg back… he would have to wait for the next opportunity to capture her.

His horse suddenly neighed, breaking his train of thought for a moment.

He’d get her one way or another.  Andre could feel the obsession taking root.  He must be prepared for any outcome.

His thoughts turned to the other girl that was with her in the market place; the one Siegev had been surprisingly drawn to, however brief the infatuation was.  He sensed a great amount of power in her, and even saw it in her eyes, a deep permeable gold at the edge of her irises.  And an innocence that his master was always attracted to: to destroy, that is.  And he was always looking for powerful disciples. 

A thought struck him.  Could she be the one they were looking for?  Was it a she all this time?  It made sense in a way.  Though ruled by their emotions, they were still a better choice than a man.  They gave birth to life itself, why not? The ultimate opposite of Siegev in almost every way.

Should he tell Siegev his revelation? He had a lot of time to do so; perhaps his master had also thought the same thing.  Though, he should make sure Siegev was having a good day.  He figured his master would surely be both disturbed and enlightened by his thoughts about the Destined Child.  If it were a she, Siegev would most definitely want her alive; that was just his way.  He thought women were easier to control.  It would be an incredible feat to be able to control a Dragon Speaker, even more if it was the Destined Child.  No one would dare challenge them.

In the near distance, Tazmenzy Castle peaked over a hill.  It lay in a clearing with a forest around most of it.  A small stream snaked past it and half way around it before going into the forest on the other side.  Right now, with the sun shining down on it, it looked almost peaceful.  Andre sighed and continued towards the castle.  It was almost time to report about his long journey and reconnaissance of the mining town.

The gorge seemed to open below their feet as they stepped out of the thickening foliage.  Where there should have been a rope and wood bridge spanning the chasm, there remained only a few frayed lengths of rope and shambled planks hanging over both edges.

Ranen and Aspen both slowly moved to the edge and looked down and to the sides of the crevice.  “Well… where’s an Earth-class when you need them?” Aspen commented ruefully.

The siblings tittered while Trinity joined the two at the edge.  “Unfortunately my Earth isn’t advanced enough to make –or remake –the bridge.” She supplied as she looked around.  One of her hands lifted as she thought of something.  “But everyone except the siblings have Earth.” She continued, turning around to face the others.  “Together we should be able to create a way over this.”

“Combine the powers of one element?” Aspen asked, a bit perplexed.  “I don’t recall anything like that being taught to us.”

Trinity smiled, her hand still up and pointing.  “We haven’t been, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible.”

“Perhaps we should just go back to the main road.” Lauroran suggested.  “Obviously this path hasn’t been cleared since Aspen used it last.”

At that, Aspen looked over at the young mage, while wrinkling her nose.  “I said it was years ago, so you can’t say you weren’t warned.  And it’s still faster.” She added, trying not to be defensive.

“Well, the point is we’re here now, so I think we should try my idea.” Trinity cut in, turning back around, she looked over at the opposing cliffs.  She took it from the silence behind her that the point had been made.  “I was thinking of using roots to make a bridge.  There’s more than enough trees on either side for there to be enough.”

Ranen nodded, inspecting the two sides as well.  “Sounds reasonable… and simple enough for those of us with Earth as a tertiary element.” He turned towards Trinity, taking her hand while he led them both from the edge.  “What about the hard part? Combining our Earth connection?”

Shrugging, Trinity squeezed his hand.  “Simple contact should suffice.  We’ll need to all focus on the result.  Some making the bridge, others making the supporting structures to make it safe to cross.  I think you should focus on the bridge itself as you have Earth as a secondary; the rest of us with lesser Earth will do the rest.” She instructed.  As an afterthought, Trinity turned to Lauroran and Dion.  “We can’t be distracted, we’re going to need you two to watch and protect us.”

Dion nodded as she got her bow out and knocked an arrow.  “Understood.” Lauroran echoed the sentiment with a smile.

With that, the other three lined up and approached the remains of the bridge; though they didn’t want to be too close, as they weren’t sure how much the edge would be disrupted.  After a bit of fussing, they took the hand of the one beside them, closed their eyes and focused.  

It took a moment for anything to happen; then everything seemed to happen one after another.  First there was a wave of creaking and groaning from the forest around them; the canopy cascaded above them like a leafy wave.  Then the ground started to rumble and it felt as if there was something moving beneath their feet.  The two siblings could hear echoes of the same coming from across the gap.  The movement accumulated to the edges where dirt and rocks started to come loose just before roots from the surrounding trees burst from the ground; twisting and braiding with other roots on their journey towards the other side, to meet the other growth of roots opposite them.  Roots from other places in the cliffs also erupted from the earth to provide support for the main column.

It was a bit surreal to watch, though Dion had a reason to tear her gaze away to scan the area.  While she was jealous that she couldn’t be a part of the magic working, she was far happier with her talent set and she wouldn’t trade Bluemoon for anything in the world. 

After it was done, they all took part in scrounging the left over rope so they didn’t have to use their stores of rope more than they needed to.  Trinity and Ranen took the lengths of rope with them as they carefully crossed the root-bridge and tied them off at the other side, giving the bridge hand supports.   The others all crossed with little to no difficulty and they were able to continue on their way.  Though all a little more self-assured after that show of magical cooperation.

Close by in the vast Venyetta Forest, from her large perch above the forest canopy, Blackveil saw a sleek black and silver Water Dragon proceed towards Water Lake.  It was miles up into the sky so the young dragon didn’t see Blackveil’s abnormally slender and slim body or oversized black-red wings.  It seemed to be more than an adolescent, in drakolae reckoning.  Not nearly old enough to have the wisdom of many victorious battles, or have even faced other dragons.  The fight would be in Blackveil’s favor in that area, she knew that.  But the Water dragon had speed and more agility.  Blackveil was quick herself, but even in the air the other dragon could do speeds of unthinkable velocity.  That would be a challenge.

As Blackveil’s eyes followed the other dragon, she realized it wasn’t a wild one.  The way it flew was smoother, straighter, and more majestic.  A draskena! They could do more controlled magic then a drakolae commoner dragon could, and better because they were specifically trained.

Blackveil shook her head.  She let her instincts guide her to a conclusion.  There hadn’t been any ‘Speaker or Dragon activity in this area for nearly a year; if the rumors were to be believed.   I do believe that the Destined Child has begun his journey to save his precious little Golden Dragon.  She said to herself.  She thought for a moment.  May as well tell Siegev.  She added and took off towards Tazmenzy Castle.  She never be caught calling him “Lord”.

Trinity woke up before any sunlight touched the lake to the east.  The rain had stopped a day and a half before, leaving the group all manner of dirty.  They hadn’t been given time to wash when they reached the lake; they were too tired to do more than set up their camp and find succor in sleep. 

The sound of the softly rolling waves made her spirit lighten.  Trinity wanted to wash herself before any one woke up.  She figured she had about an hour or so before the sun came up, that was more than enough time.  She silently gathered her cleaner cloths and crept out of the small camp and towards the sandy shore of the nearby lake; soothing Ranen’s cream colored horse as she past.  It was mostly calm water on the lake except for a few waves, perfect for what she had in mind.

Trinity quickly stripped off her clothes and ran into the water.  Even though the water was cold against her skin, she dived in when she was more than waist deep.  It woke her completely and filled her with a giddy rush.  Once she was used to the cold water, she started cleaning the dirt off her body.  She used a piece of cloth she brought with her to scrub it all away.  Here in the water, she wished that Roseweed had given her more time to know all the water abilities.  The most she could do with water was make large amounts appear and shape them into things, and even freeze them, though she had nowhere the aptitude that Aspen had.

Ranen told her that water powers could be used to rocket a person out of any type of water, or allow the user, even in strong currents, to swim upstream.  She was already a good swimmer, but to swim like fish, or even the dragons that made the deep waters their home, would be great fun.

It’s been many days since they left the safety of Roseweed’s lair, and Trinity hadn’t expected the amount of dirt and grime that came with travelling.  Though she knew that she’d get dirty again later, she wanted to be as clean as she could get.  It would be a nice relief on her body and her spirit.  Trinity was so content on her thoughts and washing herself that she didn’t notice a slender figure walking calmly to the water’s edge.

The silhouette picked up a small rock and threw it at the lake.  It landed right next to Trinity.

Startled, Trinity looked to shore, where the person was.  “Hello?” she called, covering herself.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me.” Aspen’s voice informed her.

Trinity sighed in relief.

“I heard lots of splashing.  How’s the water?” Asked Aspen.

Looking at the water around her, Trinity shrugged.  “It’s was little cold at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

Aspen seemed to nod.  “What are you doing?”

“Washing myself and taking a morning swim.” Trinity answered bluntly.

A small peak of sunlight started to show over the other side of the lake.  Even the though the sun wasn’t showing yet, the long glowing rays still made the world just a bit brighter.  Bright enough so that Trinity could see Aspen’s face.

“Why don’t you come in? Nemesis is already up and swimming in the very deep part of the lake.” Trinity said.  She always seemed to know where the other dragons were; apparently a rare talent she discovered later in her training.

Aspen shrugged.  “Maybe at Water Lake.  It’s deeper, I like those better.”

“Oh.” Trinity said and nodded.  “Okay.” She added before slowly making her way back to shore.  “I’m done anyway.”

“Wait; let me get you an extra blanket so you don’t freeze your butt off.  It’s a bit nippy still.” Aspen said and ran back to camp.  She came back a few minutes later with one of the extra blankets they carried.

Trinity started to shore again.  When she got there, Aspen wrapped her shivering body in the blanket.

“Let’s wait for you to get dry and a bit warmer before you get your cloth’s on.” Aspen told her, sitting them both on a large rock next to the shore.  She started rubbing Trinity’s arms to warm them up.  Then her eyes spotted a dark mark on the back of Trinity’s shoulder.  “What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That mark on your shoulder?” Aspen asked.

“Oh, that’s just a birthmark.” Trinity answered.  She’d barely paid any attention to the mark before in her life.  She’d almost forgotten about it entirely until Aspen pointed it out.

Aspen nodded.  “Can I see what it looks like?” Aspen asked.

Trinity nodded, thinking nothing of it.

Aspen moved the blanket off the birthmark, and then gasped.  “It’s in the shape of a dragon!” Aspen exclaimed in awe.  It seemed more like a dragon shaped symbol, but a dragon nonetheless.

Trinity looked at Aspen.  “I know.” She said.  “Why do you look so shocked?”

“Cause its looks so much like a dragon’s silhouette.  I didn’t think it would… Did you know that this could actually mark you as the Destined Child?” she asked out of curiosity.

Trinity blinked.  “No.”

“Roseweed never asked about it or told you anything to do with your birthmark?”

“No.” Trinity repeated.  “But I figured it did after I learned who I was.  Besides, what more proof did she need to know I was the one she was waiting for? But other than that, I pretty much forgot it was there, it’s always been there.” She wasn’t sure what the huff was about, though perhaps Aspen had still been skeptical.  Though why a birthmark would drive it home for her was beyond Trinity.

Aspen sighed.  “Well now you know for sure.” She said.

“Can I put my clothing back on now?” she asked, still shivering slightly.

Aspen snickered as she handed Trinity her bundle of clean clothing.

Trinity smiled.  “I would make a fire …but I’m too cold right now.” Trinity admitted bashfully.

“That’s okay.” Aspen said with a smirk.  She looked away as Trinity started getting dressed.

Soon the tip of the morning sun shone above the horizon, warming Trinity’s body just enough to make it easier for her to get dressed.  When she was fully dressed, she stood up and folded the blanket and her dirty cloths into a tight bundle.  “Let’s get back and see if we can get a nice fire going before the others wake up.” Trinity suggested.

Back in their small camp, Trinity crouched by the small fire pit with a small pile of ashes and black coals in it.  Trinity placed a couple of kindling pieces into it.  Two seconds after she looked back at the fire pit, a warm flame erupted from the coals.  “Get some more wood so we can keep it going.” She said to Aspen, standing up and going over to the tree line to gather small pieces of bark and twigs and pieces of dry wood.  Even if this spot was a travelers waypoint; they’d already used up the firewood in the cache.  They would need to restock it before they left.  With what dry wood they could find, soon they had a nicely blazing fire going and started making a warm beverage for the late sleepers.

The others slowly got up to the smell of the sweet brew they were warming up and by the sunlight streaming down on the tents through the trees.  When they got up and found their way to the logs around the fire, they got a cup of the pungent tea.  Soon breakfast was ready and served to the hungry group. 

Ranen got up after he finished his food.  “I’m going to start packing.” He patted Trinity on the shoulder and left a kiss on her temple.  “Then get myself good and clean like you.” He teased.

Trinity giggled at his tone.  “I got up early and went into the lake to take a bath before sunrise.” She told him with a sly grin.

“You went to take a bath and you didn’t wake me up?” he accused her quietly.  Trinity shrugged with an amused expression.  Ranen smiled and gave her another small kiss, this time on the cheek before getting all the way up.

Trinity giggled again as she poked the fire with a stick.  This was a rare moment of rest since their journey began anew.  With a sigh, she looked at Aspen, who was deep in thought.  Trinity tapped her on the shoulder.  Aspen looked up at her and Trinity gave her a curious look.  Aspen knew that she was wondering what she was thinking about, but, in her silent way, Trinity was also asking if she’d like to share her thoughts.  Aspen shook her head and mouth the word; ‘later.’ Trinity nodded.  “Okay.  I’m awake and ready to go.  You guys hurry up and get any washing done now so we can continue our journey.” She said, getting up and went over to Ranen to help him finish putting their things in the packs.

The others finished eating and stopped at the lake for a quick clean before helping clean the camp area.  When everything was put away and the site was just the way they found it, they started down the trail that lead them along the lake.  After Gate Lake, the trail would take them to Water Lake.  Then the path followed the lake’s edge south, which were extra miles that they would have to walk.  Instead, they decided that it would be best if they crossed the lake by boat.

Their journey then would go east, through the densest woodland called Webon Forest, until it reached Rapid River, one of the three largest rivers in Celen’matra, but the deepest and most dangerous in Starza. 

One of the most dangerous parts of their journey would be getting through the Webon Forest that started some miles before the river; some tell that it has grown beyond the crossroads.  Many thieves and evil creatures lurked in that forest.  Carriages’ going through the forest had to have many armored men to guard it at all times.

Yet another obstacle would be crossing the Rapid River itself.  The Rapid River was fast flowing and usually very deep, even in a drought.  The group still had a few days until they reached the river; they wouldn’t have to figure out how to cross it until then.  Going around wasn’t an option.  The river was bridged many days north from the crossroads; or travelers could make a harrowing ferry at the southern Fall’s Lake, but they didn’t want to waste that many days.

Meanwhile, they’re next goal was to get to Water Lake without incident.  Their trip had been too uneventful thus far.  Both Ranen and Aspen were starting to become worried that their luck would soon run out.

Trinity stopped on the thin hikers trail for a moment and took out her pendent hidden under her shirt.  It had started to feel warm against her skin.  When out in the open air, she saw that it was glowing again.  “We’re coming.  Don’t worry.  We’re coming.” She whispered soothingly to it.  She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked to see Aspen.

“Glowing again?” she asked.

Trinity nodded.  “What if something’s wrong?”

“Look, if anything’s wrong, it’s us not getting a move on.” Aspen said and pushed Trinity forward to keep her walking.  “We have to meet up with Ranen up ahead.  I hope he’s found something bigger than roots and berries.  I’m getting real tired of those… and our dried rations.”

After a few moments, “It’s still glowing.” Trinity said sourly.

“Don’t worry about it.  If you’re worried, then I suggest taking a moment to meditate once we camp down for the night.” She suggested, patting her on her shoulder.  “It should help with the nerves.  We can all use a little calming I think.”

“Good idea.” Trinity said with a smile.

It wasn’t long before Ranen and Lauroran had met back up with them, laden with food.  Ranen was near as good with a bow as Dion, though preferred not to use it as a defensive weapon, merely a hunting tool.

Their foray into the woods had granted them many ripe summer berried and even one of the small deer that foraged the region.

After stowing his bow back with his horse, who snorted in greeting, Ranen stepped to Trinity’s side and greeted her with a kiss.  “The woods have been quiet all day; after we enjoy a filling supper, I’d like us to set up a watch schedule.”

Everyone agreed.  Certainly in the last few days, barely any life sounded between the two lakes.  It was disquieting and had everyone on alert.  There was a clearing about half a mile further down the trail; it was rather small, with a few fallen logs on one side of the plain, but not much else.  Before they could go in, Lauroran stopped them.  “As much as I want to get off my feet, I’ve gotten very paranoid with this silence.  I would like to go in first, to see if it’s clear.  My Master taught me a neat trick and I’d like to see how it really works.” he smiled at his companions.

Ranen and Aspen looked at Trinity, who nodded.   Lauroran had been trying out any new “trick” his master taught him, while asleep, over the course of their journey.  It was with varying results, but it was good practice, especially with his master’s unique method of teaching while his pupil was with the group.  “Okay.  We’ll keep watch here until you call us.”

Lauroran smiled and walked into the clearing.  Ten steps and he was in the middle of it, where he stopped.  He closed his eyes and just stood there for many moments.  As Lauroran raises his arms, the wind suddenly blew harder; and he began to softly chant a spell.  After repeating the chant several times, he suddenly dropped his arms just as a circular transparent wave erupted from where he was standing like a ripple in a pond.  Lauroran remained still.  Moments later, tiny bubbles erupted from the forest and drifted over to and then seemed to melt back into the young mage.  When all the herds of tiny globes were gone, Lauroran opened his eyes.  He turned to the others.  “It’s safe!” he called, then as he started back towards them, he stumbled before collapsing completely.

“Lauroran!” Aspen and Dion cried out and everyone rushed towards the mage.  He was still awake, but was pale and weak.

Trinity checked Lauroran’s pulse just in case.  It was strong and steady.  “He’s just drained.  We’ll need to let him rest.  Let’s start a fire and get supper started.” She said as she took off Lauroran’s pack.  \barely conscious, he allowed himself to be manhandled into a more comfortable position as he wasn’t strong enough to lift even a finger.  A nap did sound very good to him; he thought, even as his eyes began to close.

“I’ll go gather wood.” Dion volunteered.

Aspen started to go through Lauroran’s pack to grab his sleeping bag to help keep the gangly young mage warm.

Ranen sighed.  “I’ll start setting up camp.”

“No.” Trinity told him.  “That can wait.  You are going to get the deer ready to cook.  Once he wakes up he’ll need food to regain his energy.  I’m sure Aspen can help you if you need it.” Trinity told him firmly.

Ranen picked up the bag he put the carcass in.  “I can do it, no worries.” He said and took out a skinning knife from his bag.  He went over to a log near the tree line and started skinning and cleaning the beast.

Aspen smirked and laid open Lauroran’s sleeping bag.  “Okay, let’s lift him onto one side of his sleeping bag.” She said and they both got ready to lift Lauroran’s small though wiry figure.  “One… two… three!” Aspen counted and they lifted Lauroran and set him down on his sleeping bag.  Aspen put the other side over Lauroran’s body and tied the strings along the side.  “There.”

Dion arrived with wood and branches.  They set them down next to Trinity.  Trinity dug a quick hole at a patch of dirt where she wanted the fire to be, in which she placed a few branches and kindling and then lit a small flame on the bottom branch.  With the help of her fire magic and some bigger longs, she quickly had red hot coals appear at the bottom of pit.

Dion sighed as she checked on her brother.  “Spells can drain a mage or witch.  It’s a downside to having powerful spells just in his head.  If you ask me, he should get a spell book from his Master sooner rather than later.”

Aspen looked up at Dion.  “I don’t think getting a spell book will keep him from getting drained.  I know many witches and mage’s with spell books and they still get drained when they do certain spells.  The books are just a focus and a record.”

Dion thought for a moment.  “I guess you’re right.  But he shouldn’t have to keep doing them by memory.  It can lead to mistakes.”

Trinity was focusing on making a rock platform for the meat to sit on for it to cook.  With other rocks, she made a circle around the small pit.  Soon Ranen returned with some of the skinned meat.  The extra he gave to Trinity to put in a magical “pocket” so it would keep.  Pockets could only be made with all four elements, which made it natural for Trinity to create.  He placed the rest on the stand and sat down next to Trinity.

With a sigh, Dion got back up from her crouch.  “I’ll be back.” She said and went off into the forest.

Ranen went up to his horse to get everyone else’s tents and other gear they didn’t carry themselves.  Meanwhile, Aspen and Trinity put some more wood on the fire and kept their eyes on Lauroran.  “Something’s been bothering you ever since we left the lake.” Trinity told Aspen.  “Now is a good time as ever to tell me.”

Aspen put a small branch in the fire.  “It’s just a feeling I’ve been getting.”

“I’m still interested.” Trinity urged.

An owl hooted as the forest around them got darker.  Aspen looked around nervously.  “I just feel like… something’s out there.  It’s dark.  And it’s really close.”

Trinity tilted her head knowingly.  “A Sorcerer?”

Aspen shook her head.  “My feeling isn’t that strong.  As close as it is, it can’t be such a powerful magic user.  Maybe a witch or two...or—.”

“Or a Dra’Knyll….” When Trinity closed her eyes and focused, she could determine that a small group was only a few miles or so away from their camp.  All with vibes of dark intent.  Dion returned with a solemn look on her face and Lauroran started to stir again, startling the other two.  Dion comforted her brother who quieted back down but didn’t wake up.  Trinity turned the cooking deer.  All suddenly absorbed in their own thoughts.

Later, still in the eerie silent, they started eating and telling stories to get their mind off darker things.  Lauroran finally woke up again and ate his share.  Afterwards, both Lauroran and Dion went into their blankets to sleep.  After that, it wasn’t long before others went to bed; soon the only ones awake were Ranen, Aspen and Trinity.  As Aspen suggested earlier, they meditated before Aspen and Trinity finally went to bed, leaving Ranen on first watch.

Aspen had the second last watch of the night.  Still, Aspen knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep.  When she first got up to take her watch, she thought about searching for the nearby evil she felt, but quickly decided against it.  Instead, she’d wait for Dion’s shift to start and then check it out.  The itch would bother her all night and day if she didn’t.

With nothing to do, Aspen had paced and scouted around the campsite and poked the low blazing fire with a branch every now and then.  Now, she was sitting on a log looking over at the campsite.  Her hands made purposeful circular motions beside each other.  Soon a floating water sphere formed between them.  She concentrated harder on the ball and soon colors appeared in the misty bubbles within the water.

“Aspen?”

Startled, the ball dropped and splashed on the ground.  “Who’s there?” she asked.

“Dion; I’m sorry if I broke your concentration.” Dion apologized, coming close enough towards Aspen so that she was visible.  After a brief pause, she sat down next to Aspen.  “It’s my turn.  But you’re welcome to stay with me if you want.”

Aspen shrugged.  “Can’t sleep.  I’ve ah…  I’ve been waiting for you to get up.”

“Why?”

“So you can come with me to find the evil that I feel is close by.” Aspen told her.  She motioned towards the tents.  “They should be perfectly fine.”

“Oh.” Dion said and conscientiously looked over at the others still sleeping.  “And if we do… what then?”

“Usually, when I go hunting, I usually like to try to destroy what evil I find.  But at the very least, we can scout them out and see what’s there and if they’ll be a threat.” Aspen said.  “But you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

Dion thought for a moment.  “I’ll go with you.”

Aspen nodded.  “Good.  Let’s go.” She said, getting up.

“What about the others?” Dion asked, getting up after her.  “Shouldn’t we at least let one of them know where we’re going?”

“Let them sleep;” Aspen advised, “it’s close enough to dawn that they won’t be asleep much longer.  Nemesis can relay a message when they wake.” 

Dion nodded grudgingly.  She still was hesitant, but she also wasn’t about to let Aspen go off on her own.  With that fortifying thought, Dion followed Aspen into a thin game trail close to the clearing.  They followed it eastward until they smelled burning wood. 

Aspen went into a low crouch, and signaled Dion to do the same.  She went closer to the other woman and whispered, “There’s a large clearing a few yards away.” She said, and then looked above the bush for a moment.  “There may be a few armed men… maybe even bilnogs, though stars forbid.  But I sense two magic users.”

“I feel them too.” Dion told her; she didn’t have as keen a sense for detecting other magical creatures and their ethical alignment as Aspen, but this close, it was easy even for Dion.  Magic felt like different kinds of static for those attuned to it.  Adrenaline started pumping into her veins, making her heart race and muscles taut.  She knew Aspen had no intention of staying hidden and watching.

Mervea watched Andre pace across the camp as he took a sip of his special tea.  Humans and bilnog’s alike were in the small company of troops under Andre’s command; they sat watching him in silence, not wanting his foul mood to focus on them; even the fierce bulging muscled bilnogs avoided him.  His eyes seemed to be aflame with thousands of thoughts and ideas.  With practiced grace, Mervea stood and walked over to the young Mystic Knight.  “You’re making the men uneasy, sire.” She said gently. 

Andre turned to glare at the witch.  “If they all had done their jobs, we would have located the Destined Child by now.” He put down his glass with a thud and began pacing again.

“Then he is probably at the Oracles Haven, with the rest of the “important” Dragon Speakers.” Mervea supplied impatiently.  “The one place we dare not go yet.  The one place he would be safe to learn and grow strong enough to challenge our Lord Siegev.” She watched him pace, arms folded.  “Even if Blackveil is right, I say we stop looking for him.  He will come to us.  We have his precious dragon.  Without it he cannot come into his full potential.”

“Perhaps your right.” Andre grudgingly agreed; he had thought the same.  He knew Siegev felt the same, though would rather do something rather than sit still waiting.  His Lord preferred action, eager to make his presence known now he had free reign.  He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.  “I just feel we’re so close! Almost close enough to touch.  Like any time now, we’ll find ourselves face to face with the Destined Child.”

“Well, you’ll just have to settle with me.” Came a voice from the darkness. 

Andre swung around to see two women walking into the camp.  One Andre recognized from the market in Stoneshot.  “You.” The other also had a ‘Speaker pendant, but one of Air, and wasn’t the girl Andre saw with the one who approached him now.

Aspen smiled calmly as the sound of swords being drawn by Andre’s men as they abruptly got up and readied themselves for his command.  Aspen only spared them a glance before turning to Andre.  “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.  I’m Aspen Artica, Pat’ra Dra’Sorrian.” Her tone was calm, and her deadly smile never wavered.

It was definitely not a kind smile.  Andre could see dangerous intent brewing within those dark eyes.  He also recognized the name.  “You’re the Evil Hunter.” He commented, honestly surprised.  He thought she would be older… bigger.

“And you’re the Dark Mystic Knight, Andre.” Aspen said confidently.  “Siegev’s little magic user on a string.” She grinned.

Andre’s jaw clenched at the insinuation he was nothing but a lackey.  “I am his Second, little girl.  I have rights to command anyone under his banner.  You will soon hear my name spoken in fear all over Starza.”

Aspen nodded, taking a side step towards him.  “You may be right, but it’ll always be after people speak of your master.  And not always in ‘fear’.  Many will pity the boy stolen away before he could claim his birthright as a real Mystic Knight.”

This girl was deliberately trying to goad him.  As Aspen spoke, the other girl was stalking quietly to and fro with bow drawn and arrow knocked.  Andre laid his hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword, and was sizing Aspen up.  Not many people were so arrogant with him.  He was used to having people fear and respect him.  Siegev had knowledge of Mystic Knight magic’s and had taught him well, along with dark powers long forgotten.  Andre sneered at Aspen.  “Do you need a reason to attack me, Evil Hunter? Or do you need a man to lead?”

Something in her eyes sparked and there was a sudden harsh moistness in the air.

Unlike him, she was easier to anger.  Interesting.

A breeze picked up from behind him and there were a few muted curses from his men who staggered under the unexpected force.  It made the fires flare in sudden vortexes and shook the tents scattered within the clearing.  More than three-quarters of Andre’s men gave each other looks before suddenly bolting in the opposite direction.  As most were mercenaries just wanting a quick pay, they were way too smart to fight one Dragon Speaker, much less two; even outnumbered.  The Dra’Sorrian had magic on their side, while all they had were blades and ramshackle armor. 

“Get back here you fools!” Andre roared.

“The wrath of Siegev will forever be upon you! Cowards!” Mervea cursed at the running men; she was disheveled by the sudden wind, making her look far less intimidating than she’d want.

Those who stayed were fiercely loyal to their Lord, so they steeled their resolve and rushed at the two girls.

Aspen let out a giggle before forming a ball of swirling water in her hands.  “Who’s first?” Her blood turned hot and surged into her limbs as she anticipated the fight coming towards her.

Beside her, Dion drew her bow string back and the head of the arrow suddenly became wreathed in white flame.  She was also humming under her breath, encouraging her aim to be true.

Then Aspen shoot one of her hands out as water laced with electricity rushed from her fingertips towards the men, with the other hand, the bolts of lightning rushed at the now wet men.  Then suddenly, ice cold water replaced her fire and froze the people she was aiming at.  Arrows seemed to almost appear at the bow string as Dion shot down foe after foe. When she hit her target, the white fire burst and caught on anything flammable.  Those who were able to get close were hewn down by quick thrusts and swings of Dragon Speaker blades. 

It was over before anyone knew it.

Without pausing for a moment, Aspen was rushing towards Andre, her sword poised to strike.  Andre blocked the blow almost effortlessly.  He continued to parry as she pressed him.  Beyond them, they could hear Mervea’s battle cry as she and the other ‘Speaker fought each other.  When he was able, he spared a glance at his frozen or engulfed men, anger pulsing in his veins at the unsubtle mockery.  No matter, they were just two young and impulsive magic users; they shouldn’t be a problem for him and Mervea.  Though, in the back of his mind, Andre reminded himself of all the tales told about the Evil Hunter, Aspen Artica.

To cease her pressing, Andre conjured his own magic to push her forcefully away from him.

Though she didn’t fall over, Aspen had to regain her footing and pause. 

Mervea, having never learned to fight properly, wasn’t doing very well, even using her magic’s.  The girl opposing her moved like a sprite; evading her like she was nothing but air.  Suddenly a whirlwind engulfed her and lifted Mervea off her feet.  It spun her chaotically until she was thoroughly dizzy, then she was released.  She fell to the ground, but once back on her feet, Mervea halted before she could move and looked down.  There in her chest was a blade.  She stared at it stupidly until everything but it faded from her vision.  Then there was nothing.

Dion wretched her sword from the dead witch.  She looked about and found Aspen locked in a magical battle with Andre.

Then, from the forest where they’d come from, she saw Trinity.

Suddenly the earth started to shake.  Then, right in front of Andre’s path, the earth rose up, sending Andre flying off and to the ground.  Andre quickly got up and charged up a powerful beam in his hands.  His eyes were red in anger as he stared at Aspen.  Aspen returned his glare and made her own beam.  Their eyes held.

Dion watched them as she took a step back.

Both magic users’ set out their beams at the same time, yellow and blue cords hitting each other straight on, the clash causing sparks to fly and super-heated water to spray.  A huge white ball formed as the pressure between the two beams rose.  Then it suddenly exploded, sending both Aspen and Andre flying backwards.

Aspen scrambled to her feet, her breathing was heavy and her body was exhausted but her anger and the blood lust kept telling her to finish her job.  Aspen was about to charge at him when Trinity suddenly appeared in front of her and stopped her.

“That’s enough, Aspen.” She whispered.  Her voice itself sent the driving force in Aspens eyes away.  Trinity turned and walked towards the fallen Knight.  “Stop.” It wasn’t a command, but it held enough power to still him.  “You’re Andre.  The Mystic Knight who follows the dark sorcerer.”

It wasn’t a question, but Andre nodded anyway.  He got up and took her measure just like he did Aspen.  His eyes widened, his suspicions confirming themselves.  “It’s you.  It’s you, isn’t it?”

Trinity didn’t answer.  “Your Lord plays a dangerous game, Andre.”

It disturbed him that this girl addressed him so familiarly.  But if he was right, he was not about to press it, he was beginning to feel drained from the fight with Aspen. 

“Siegev took something years ago that is not his.” She continued, taking another, smaller step forward.  “In due time, Andre, it will be where it belongs.” The last words came out harder than the rest, as her gaze intensified. 

Andre couldn’t help it, he shivered.  His weakness angered him, he used that anger to fuel him.  He grabbed his fallen sword and forcefully sheathed it.

“You don’t have to fight and die for Siegev.  He is but a man wanting what he can’t have.  In the end, he will fail.  I will make sure of that.” She took Andre’s measure then.  “Go if you must.  Just know that next time we meet, there will be no such chance… I will not stop Aspen again.” Trinity warned. 

Andre was glaring at Trinity, who looked evenly back at him.  He cursed and whistled for his horse.  It had loyally stayed within sight of him through the whole encounter and now calmly trotted up to him.  Andre mounted and after sparing Aspen and Trinity one last glance, spurred his horse into the forest. 

Trinity just watched him go.  When he was out of site, she sighed and relaxed.  As she went back to them, she glanced at some of Andre’s killed men, now slowly crumbling to ash.  It was like the slow dawning of the sun ignited them to dust.  She looked over at Aspen.  “What in hell do you think you were doing, Aspen?”

Aspen had the grace to wince.  The bloodlust that had overtaken her had faded completely from her, and it felt as if every muscle hurt.  Nevertheless, she was determined to hold her ground.  “I’m an Evil Hunter.  I hunt evil.  Andre is evil.  I was going to kill him.” She explained shortly.

Trinity gave Aspen the same even look she’d given Andre.  “He has a chance of redemption, Aspen.”

This surprised Aspen.  “No.  Those who turn never come back.”

Trinity smiled sympathetically at her.  “Yes they can, if they haven’t gone too far.  Andre hasn’t.  He can still be redeemed.  You cannot kill him until we’ve tried.” She smiled, more wry this time.  “You can try.”

Aspen balked.  “What? What do you mean, I can try?”

Shrugging, Trinity turned and looked over the abandoned camp.  “They were really close.”

Dion came up to them with a cocky smile.  “At least their down one magic user.” Though even as she said it, Dion could feel her stomach turn.  She just hoped that she could keep from being sick.  She avoided looking in the direction of the dead witch –and the men.

“There’s that.” Trinity commented, gently.  She did look at the deceased woman and used her abilities to quickly cremate her; making her dust along with the others.  “Come on, let’s get back before the sun has fully risen.  Ranen won’t like it when he finds out you two left to fight a potentially risky battle.  If his men had been smarter, you would have been swarmed and killed.  Or captured.” Trinity scolded.

Aspen definitely was not looking forward to that confrontation.  Trinity was right, they were lucky to not have gotten killed.  She also wondered what Trinity meant.  Could she really try to redeem Andre?  He might be easy on the eyes, but he was evil.  Wasn’t he?