Rhiann Klarje suffered through a particularly difficult argument with his parents and the elders of Thynna. The young sorcerer retreated to his room and brooded for several days. The Siren Maranna silently flew over the walls of Thynna and stealthily entered his bedchamber.
Maranna queried, “What have you been doing? I… uh, we’ve missed you.”
The siren folded her wings behind her and stood by Rhiann’s open window.
Rhiann Klarje said, “You are beautiful in the starlight. I am weary but can’t find sleep.”
Maranna answered, “I can help you. Close your eyes.”
Rhiann said, “If you sing, I shan’t be able to resist you.””
Maranna cooed, “Would that be so bad?”
Rhiann answered, “I value our friendship more than a night of passion!”
Maranna replied, “I won’t seduce you. Your mind is troubled. You need rest. Reason has left the leaders of Thynna. We need you. Close your eyes.”
NET sighed and lay back onto his comfortable cot and stared at the beautiful winged siren. Maranna sang. Rhiann wanted to hold her more than take his next breath. Her soothing voice instead lured him to sleep.
Maranna sighed and said, “Perhaps one day, my love, I’ll share your bed.”
The siren left the sleeping sorcerer.
Rhiann dreamed of complex incantations. Then he dreamed of the depth of the siren’s eyes. Shapeless grayness entered his dreams.
Wisps…
Threads…
Threads of Magick…
Threads of fate…
Threads of time…
Threads connecting worlds …
Dreams connecting worlds …
Dreams of Magick…
The Magick of Dreams…
Magick connecting dreams…
Magick connecting worlds…
Grayness…
Grayness oft preceded the appearance of new spell incantations. For the first time the formless grayness spoke. Words formed in the young sorcerer’s mind. “Seek the source of Magick. Go to the point of impact in the Lonely Cliffs.”
Rhiann said, “How will I find it?”
The voice answered, “Head southeast from Wombat Mountain. Approach the tallest butte. Follow the red sand. Greatness awaits you.”
Rhiann managed, “Who are you?”
The voice answered, “I am the grayness of Andreas. You may call me Xenn.”
Grayness faded.
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