Kali woke, blinking her eyes and staring around her room. Nol was perched in the window, looking out over the city and dressed in fine battle armor. The plates shimmered like his silver scales and he turned his head to look at her as she roused. “Well good morning sleepy, good to see you.” She smiled lovingly and looked around, her clothing was hanging on its hooks and her robes by her bedside. She checked subtly and she was wearing clothes, and her cheeks went flush. “I just arrived five minutes ago.” He smiled as he read her mind and she flumped her head back onto the pillow, giggling.

“Your parents are rousing, I can hear them. Today is a big day.” She looked at him and spoke, “Nol, nobody is asking you to come to Glen Durel, we…” He turned and walked to her bedside, the twin swords, one dripping fire, the other ice, shimmered on his hips and he knelt down looking Kali dead in the eyes. “Nobody needs to ask, it is a matter of being where I am supposed to be, which is by your side.” She looked at him curiously and then smiled as she blushed, she could see it in his eyes, he loved her as she loved him, and she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. “Thank you.”

He brought his hands up and embraced her around her shoulder, hugging her tightly. “This matter at Glen Durel is no small task, and as formidable as the three of you are you will need my help, especially if you and your mother expend yourselves.” She nodded knowingly and climbed out of bed. She disappeared into the washing room and cleaned herself up, changing into her underclothing and came back out, slipping her robes on and inhaling deeply the sweet smell of reagents and spices, the elements of her magic.

She reached out and touched Nol on the forearm, the silver dragons on his gauntlets almost seeming to move with a life their own. She looked into his eyes and smiled, and the transported instantly to the top most level of the tower where the kitchen was. The breakfast which again had mysteriously appeared smelled absolutely delicious and she sat, eating to get energy, energy she knew she was going to need today. Nol sat across from her and ate some of the meats that had been laid out, and they stayed silent. As Kali finished she instinctually removed her spell book and restudied the spells in her mind, rememorizing the incantations and mentally calming herself.

She heard her parents and looked up, smiling. “Mother, Father…. It seems we will be four for the invasion instead of three.”

Rayann had lain awake for a good while after everyone had gone to bed. Myth’s steady breathing next to her was more comfort than he could ever know and even as she curled next to him in the protective yet gentle embrace he held her in, she couldn’t help but worry. The first true test of their will and stamina was not going to be an easy task in the least. And what if something happened to Kali? Or Myth? What would she do then? She would have to continue on, that’s what she would do.

It had been the wee hours of the morning when sleep finally came and it was only after she had prayed long and hard to Lunitari and the other three gods of Krynn she was given the peace she needed to sleep. Still, when the morning sun shone through the window of her room bathing her in its warm glow it was too soon as far as she was concerned. Myth had already gotten up so when Rayann awoke she forced herself out of the bed and prepared for the day ahead.

By the time she was dressed her hair was still damp and her spirits were much higher. What ever was going to happen she would deal with. She had to put her faith in Lunitari and the other Gods of Krynn and know they would do all they could to help and protect their chosen ones. Myth had finished his meditations and moves and joined her just before they went to get some breakfast.

When they walked in to see Kali and Nol sitting at the table, Rayann saw the color in her daughter’s cheeks and the way Nol was looking at her. She still wasn’t used to the fact her daughter was quite mature enough to live her own life so this revelation was quite unexpected. Rayann wasn’t sure when she would really expect it, but now wasn’t the time. When Kali looked up, Rayann felt her own cheeks flush with color and she quickly smiled to hopefully hide her knowledge.

When Kali made the announcement that Nol would be joining them, Rayann blinked and looked over at the silver haired dragon in his humanoid form and noted the way he was dressed. Glancing back at Kalli then to Myth, she looked at Nol then and smiled, nodding.

~Well….this IS most unexpected. But very welcome news. I won’t lie. I was worried we were going to have our hands full. We still will but to know there will be another there with us makes the odds a little less stacked against us. And we would be glad to have you join us, Nol. It seems Lunitari has found a way to calm my worries after all.~

Kali felt her mother’s emotions, and she wasn’t sure what she was feeling. She felt her mother close up immediately and saw her cheeks go flush. Looking to Nol and then back to her mother she shoke her head gently in a ‘no’, trying to say that there was nothing more than feelings shared at this point. It was odd, she had spent her whole life living independent of rules and parenting, and yet she felt some obligation to set the record straight. It was a weird feeling, and one she actually smiled at. Technically she was almost 90 years older than her mother, it was a perplexing mind melt that she was still trying to wrap herself around.

Kali looked at her mother and spoke in missive to her, ~ ‘Today will be nothing short of daunting Mother, but I am excited to test ourselves in battle and find if we have any weaknesses to work on.’ ~ Kali turned and began to nibble on some more food, smiling and laughing with Nol. It would be amazingly clear to Myth and Rayann that she was truly raised as a warrior, a battle mage to the nth degree. Myth and Rayann would feel the absolute calm she was feeling, the clarity and the willingness to stride into the thick of the battle and do what she needed to do. Weaknesses often ended in death rather than a lesson to be learned, and Kali didn’t seem to have any of those sorts of thoughts, it was a mission, a thing that needed doing, and she was giving off no emotion except those necessary to laugh and live in this very moment, with her Mother and Father, and her new friend.

She offered Rayann some honey tea and fresh fruit as well as some breads, seeded with flax and peppercorn. ~ ‘I used to eat this before going into a situation, the flax oil is a nice energy booster and the peppercorns, well they just taste really good.’ ~ She smiled and slid the dish in front of her mother, noting the expression on Rayann’s face and feeling the ‘motherly’ feelings she was starting to get used to feeling from her mom. ~ ‘Mother, worry not, today is a test in our lives, the outcome, no matter how severe, serves the greater goal.’ ~ She smiled and sipped her tea, turning to Myth and standing as she hugged him. Her voice entered his mind and, ~ ‘I worry about mom, I can feel her tension and unease. Promise that you will protect her thoroughly, we will need each other to enter the tower, and if she loses focus I might not be able to face the challenge alone. I know of the magic Rorie was beginning to delve into, and it is not a fairy tale force.’ ~

She smiled and pulled back from Myth, and then turned to the group, “Well, I don’t know about you three, but I am ready to return an ancestral estate to its rightful owners!”

It was odd. Rayann had never known anyone to be so calm knowing what lay ahead of them. Especially something so serious as to face a force hell bent on destroying them. But, unlike Rayann, Kali was trained to fight. Rayann’s mission had always been to preserve life. All Rayann could do was pray the opposite ends of their training came together in such a way as to defeat what forces they were going up against.

As she looked down at the food Rayann didn’t really feel like eating but she knew Kali was right. And what her daughter had chosen for her was indeed what she needed. Without even thinking, Rayann nibbled on the food as she looked at Nol once more.

He was certainly a sight to behold. He looked every bit the ready and willing warrior instead of the dragon she knew him to be. A smile eased over her features then as she remembered something that was said to her. She couldn’t even remember now if it was a dream or something else. ‘What ever the need, the Goddess will provide’.

Looking over at Kali, Nol and Myth, Rayann found comfort in this and knew everything would be as it was supposed to be. When she finished her breakfast and Kali stood up eager to get to Glen Durel, Rayann stood up as well and nodded then looked at Myth.

~Well….no need in waiting any longer than we should. Like Kali said, let’s return Glen Durel back to it’s rightful owner.~

Ceridwyn sat in the silence and simply allowed the quiet to seep into both of their bones. He needed physical rest, she needed mental. She almost seemed to ooze this fact as she slumped back in her chair across from Aeolis. After a very long period of silence she leveled her gaze on his again.

“I want to believe this change in you is real Aeolis. I more than anyone know that you were being influenced beyond your control, however I have always known you as the spoiled brat of a wealthy family. I can only hope and pray that you are being sincere and level with me. I don’t sense any deceit in your words…, or your eyes.” She sipped her tea and continued to stare at him with her dark, chestnut eyes. The dancing lamp light was entrancing as it flicked the shadows off his face and she could not help but smile slightly as she watched the dance. “You realize of course this journey starts with just the two of us, and the first thing we need to do is go talk to the humans. The Elves are in an uproar right now, the Speaker of the Stars and the Speaker of the Suns are talking for the first time in 700 years. So far the talks are cordial, but change is coming for the Sylvanesti, the cogs are greased and the machine is already in motion to bridge the gap, however the Speakers are both stubborn, traditional men and unfortunately the odds are stacked against them. We can’t be involved however, our path lies along another route, one that will rally what troops we can, troops that are threatened beyond their own understanding. We must go speak to the remnants of the Knights of Solamnia, they are the ones we can rely on to rally the humans, of course, we must wade through their politics which run even thicker of those of the Elves.”

Aeolis would know exactly what she meant. The Knights of Solamnia, once the proud protectors were plagued with in fighting and bitter back biting as factions warred from within grasping at what little power remained for them. The three houses all had their own issues but the Knights of the Rose, the ruling generals of the Knights was the place that the major politics resided, and unfortunately those men were as hard as iron nails, their minds as closed as an Ogre’s fist.

“I suggest we get going. You might imagine you are not very popular right now around here, and if we are going to walk this road together the sooner the first steps are taken, the more time we give ourselves.”

Myth enjoyed the evenings festivities but kept his wits about him. They had a daunting task the next day and he did not wish to overdo things. He wasn't necessarily happy with having such a celebration the night before a major battle, but he relented for the sake of Rayann and Kali. The smiles upon their faces had convinced him to relent this one time.

Morning came all to early and Myth found himself rising just before the sun came up. His emerald eyes lingered upon Rayann before he dressed for his morning rituals. With blade in hand he left the room stopping at a table he noted a small box. Looking inside he smiled happy that his request had been followed up on. Taking the box with him Myth traveled once more to the peaceful garden.

Today's meditations were much different. This day would see combat and thus Myth's preparations were centered more around the forthcoming fight. Sitting in his meditative position Myth placed the blade in his lap unsheathed as he always did. Without a word he placed the box on the ground before him removing the contents. A small silver vile and a pristine white cloth. The contents of the vial was a blessed liquid from Silvanost used to bless one's weapon and one's self.

Myth muttered a litany under his breath as he applied the liquid to Blue Moon with the cloth. He could not recall the last time that he had properly blessed the Blue Moon or any of his weapons for that matter. Truly service to the queen had dulled his devotions to the warrior's art. While this caused him some degree of heart ache with each pass of the cloth along the blade the pain lessened. He gave thanks to the gods for sending him a light to right his path. The application of the liquid and the litany would constitute the bulk of Myth's meditations for the morning. He returned in time to find Rayann awake and preparing to head to breakfast. He said nothing simply placing a kiss upon her forehead before he set about the task of getting his things together.

When they greeted Nol and Kali the body language of the two told Myth a great deal about how things were progressing. While Nol was dressed from head to toe in shining plate Myth was geared for mobility and speed. The only real plated armor on Myth were his gauntlets and greeves. The remainder was a combination of hardened leather and a high quality elven chain. all had been treated in a manner to subdue the coloring. It was Myth's assassin armor he had worn into countless battles. Even in a large scale open conflict Myth felt it served him well by making it possible for him to not be were his enemies blade or spell was going.

Much like Kali Myth's emotions remained in check and he seemed to give little thought to the battle ahead. For now he was focused on the moment but both his daughter and Rayann would feel the inner calm that had settled over him. This was Rayann's first trip into a real fight with Myth and this was a feeling she would not have felt from him before. It was the calm before the storm that only a truly seasoned warrior could attain. Everything about Myth was at complete ease and even his mind was a blank slate. This was a fight that relied on reacting to the moment and as such Myth's normally strategic mind was devoid of the usual planning.

He sat quietly eating breakfast with his family and Nol. When Kali stood to hug him Myth could only stand as well and return the embrace. When his daughter spoke of her worries he gave her a knowing nod before responding to her mind "You ask of me to do something I am already prepared to do. Nol and I are the shields and you and your mother the swords. Our role in this battle is quite clear.... but I promise that I will do my best Kali."

He offered Kali a smile before his emerald eyes shifted to Nol. It was the first time that morning that Myth had focused his gaze directly on the silver dragon and Myth only nodded to the other warrior. The meaning of that nod would be clear as crystal to Nol. Kali's life was int he dragon's claws and Myth was placing a large amount of trust in Nol to defend that life. While Myth was new to being a father certain actions seemed to come to him naturally. He let himself be at peace as he stood ready with his wife and daughter.

Aeolis knew Ceridwyn wouldn’t be easy to convince. Even he was surprised at this turn of events that changed the way he looked upon the other races of Krynn. So her skepticism was well placed and he didn’t mind in the least she questioned him on everything. It was only fitting.

”Many times I found myself wondering how Tanjee could so easily accept others without any sense of prejudice in her heart. I scoffed and thought she was the weaker one. Little did I know. If I had looked in the mirror more often I would have seen the truth. I thought I was due some entitlement because of my family’s stature.”

He gave a small smile and glanced away before looking back at her.

”I wish I had spent more time around you when I was younger, Ceridwyn. Perhaps all of this could have been avoided.”

He seemed to dismiss that notion with a slight shake of his head. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to her suggestion they needed to leave Silvanost and seek out the Knights of Solamnia.

”Give me a moment to gather some things for light travel and I will be ready to go.”

As he stood, Aeolis looked to where his staff had once rested. There was a look of sadness in his eyes that his beloved weapon had been sacrificed by the forces that kept him prisoner within himself. Turning, he excused himself from Ceridwyn’s immediate area and walked back to where his bedroom was located. He changed into more traditional Elven clothing for moving through the forest, all shades of brown and green, and slipped on the soft boots he hadn’t worn in ages. Flexing his ankle, he smiled at seeing how well they still fit and felt. Next he packed a small rucksack then draped his bow crossways over his torso, latched his quiver of arrows on his hip and secured his short sword to his opposite hip and dagger in the shaft of his boots.

As he walked back out to where Ceridwyn was, the hood to his tunic was pulled up over his head all but obscuring his face in the shadows within. The dark circles were still visible around his green eyes but there was a sparkle in the depths of his eyes that hadn’t been there in many years. With a slight bow, he looked to the mage.

”After you, templa er (magic one).”

Ceridwyn waited and finished her tea. As Aeolis reappeared with a sparkle in his eye she could not help but smile slightly. Standing up she looked up at him and her smile never faded as she responded, “Very well myl oli (strong one).”

She turned and walked to the door, placing a slender hand on the ornate knob. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Aeolis. Her voice was soft yet full of conviction, “There is no turning back, and we are surely walking into a quagmire, but two strengthen each other. Let us pray this journey doesn’t end in disaster but brings the light back to our world.”

The door latch clicked as she twisted the knob and she pulled the door open, walking out into the shaded sunlight created by the thick canopy over Silvanost. She walked along the street and nodded in a friendly manner to all she passed. Aeolis might notice that nobody engaged him, not even if he happened to look up at them. Even the gate guards nodded and saluted Ceridwyn but made no gesture towards him whatsoever. As they walked along the road the traffic of Elves thinned quickly and finally when they were several kilometers from Silvanost Ceridwyn stopped, turned to face Aeolis and removed her hood. She could see in his eyes the confusion as to why nobody addressed him. She smiled softly and lifted her hand, “Restelus frons bracken”, the cloaking spell dropped, a spell that Aeolis was probably never even aware existed and she patted him gently on the shoulder. “It was a precaution, though you have been cleared of the charges Elves can be very long winded in their refusal to let go.”


She walked alongside him, heading east along the road to Solamnia. The cloak gone from him now she spoke, “Aeolis, tell me about yourself. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a few steps. As this is a literal journey it is also a journey of kin, two who don’t know each other are forced to become acquainted.” She looked up at him, “I don’t mean that in a negative way, forced is maybe a harsh word… destiny brings us to the same path, we are kin on a journey of discovery and the best way to discover something is to seek it out, so tell me about yourself, I admit what I know of you is more observation than interaction. Tell me about you, who is Aeolis?”

As Aeolis walked along with Ceridwyn he thought it odd no one tried to stop him and accuse him of the crime he’d been absolved of. He was prepared for the railing he was sure to receive from anyone and even more so the looks of distain but when they never came, he was totally perplexed. When they were clear and Ceridwyn revealed her spell, Aeolis glanced behind him then before him then down at the petite mage.

”My thanks for the forethought. I was sure we would never make it out of the city for at least another hour.”

As they walked, Aeolis’ senses took over and Ceridwyn would notice his eyes looking not only down the path ahead of them but in all directions. Even an occasional glance behind him. The other thing Ceridwyn would notice was the fact his foot falls were very quiet. In fact, it was difficult to hear them, even with her acute hearing. Here is where he was m ore at home and the more they walked into the forest, the more it began to show.

When she asked him who he was he glanced down at her and quirked a brow then let his gaze move all around once more. A slow smile eased over his features and when she asked her last question, he never took his eyes away from his task. His voice had grown softer as well but he knew she would be able to hear him loud and clear.

”An ass.”

When she snapped her head up to look at him with a look of disapproval on her beautiful face, his smile grew even more.

”Or at least I used to be anyway. I believe the jury is still out on rather or not I still am.”

He took a deep breath and the smile slowly eased away from his face.

”I am not sure who I am, or was, Ceridwyn. I was driven by the need to be perfect at what ever it was I was doing. Competition is something I seem to crave even if it is with myself. There is no room for error and second best is first place in losing. It was the same way when I was growing up with Prince Myth’Alas before he left to seek out a life of his own. I do not need praise for anything I do but I will not be happy if I know I did not give my best. Unfortunately, my need for competition caused my arrogance to grow as I saw the achievements I made. And I know the men who served under me are very glad to know they will not be subjected to my ridicule.”

He paused a moment as he moved past some thick growth on the path.

”I became a bitter man after my father was killed. I thought there could have been more done for him but looking back with a clear mind and heart, I know he was too far gone when the healers arrived. And then to watch my mother more or less die of a broken heart crushed me even more. But it was the way I saw mother’s wilting affect Tanjee that made me the angriest. Tanjee feels as though she is not good enough with the gift the Goddess has blessed her with but I am proof she is…and then some.”

He glanced down at the petite mage and the smile eased back onto his features again.

”I do hope I am not boring you with the details of my oh so adventurous life.”

Nol watched the family interactions, he could not help but smile as he saw what was happening and as Myth turned to look at him his face became more serious than Myth had yet to see it. It was obvious that he completely understood Myth’s gesture and he spoke to Myth’s mind so the ladies couldn’t hear. ~ ‘I pledge my life to protect your daughter, your wife and yourself. I am not light hearted in the manners of my vows, and I swear that for as much as I am able, I will protect.’ ~ He nodded very slightly as he finished his statement and Myth would see in the dragons eyes that there was nothing but purity in his intentions. Dragons were among the noblest creatures on all of Krynn and their words were never to be taken lightly. Nol walked over to Myth and stood shoulder to shoulder with him as they both watched Kali and Rayann. Now that he was closer to Myth it would be obvious that his plate was not made of steel or iron but pure mithril, as light and flexible as leather, and as hard as the dragon scales of his native form.

Kali turned and looked at her Mother and nodded gently. She then glanced to her father and smiled as he said his words regarding Rayann and herself. ~ ‘May you the shield not break, and may the sword of magic be sharp this day!’~ She smiled as she looked directly at her father, she could feel his warrior’s heart beating gently in her chest. She could in turn feel her heart, almost perfectly in synch, they were more than father and daughter, they were warriors, raised with a code that preceded all life on Krynn, a mentality that faced war in way only a few could. She turned and looked at her mother; she smiled and spoke to her mind, ~’May the goddess bless us.’~

“ORTALISH BRONE SILISGRATIOUS!” She waved her hand in a wide arc and a portal opened, the main greeting room of Glen Durel came into view on the other side and she turned to the group.

Nol’s swords came unsheathed and the streaks of fire and ice criss-crossed creating a purple blur before his body. The swords hummed with an ancient power that only Myth would distinguish as more than metal removed from a sheath. Myth would hear the mithril ring, the elegant sound of the purest of metals, honed to razor sharp perfection. He turned and looked at Myth as he spoke to his mind, “Shadow Wraiths”. He disappeared through the portal and then Myth would see it, several dozen shadow wraiths, twisted and clawed, dripping with venom from their teeth and claws. The ladies hadn’t seen them yet, Nol had put some sort of charm on Myth, something that allowed the Elf to see through the invisibility and distinguish what lingered beyond. Kali had not seen them and was beginning to step through the portal…

The moment of truth was upon them. As Rayann heard Kali’s words, she glanced at Nol and Myth standing shoulder to shoulder then to Kali once more. All of her anxiety dissipated. It was the way she always was. Her worries compounded and then, when the moment arrived, there was nothing but the task at hand and it was clear her concentration would be focused on what had to be done and not the possible outcome. There was only right here, right now. Giving Myth and Kali a loving smile, she looked to the portal Kali had created and took a deep, cleansing breath letting it our slowly.

Rayann looked through the portal and could sense something was already amiss within her childhood home. There was no doubt precautions had been taken on the idea she would return one day after her and Kali departed. No doubt her own brother was going to make sure he left her a welcoming committee for when that day arrived.

Her eyes began to glow a soft pinkish-purple color as she followed Kali through the portal. It was eerily chilled and she could smell a rancid odor in the air, lingering about as she stepped from the tower on the Myst Isle into the room Kali had ported them into. She may not be a battle mage, but Rayann was not a push over either. Her and Kali’s red robes seemed to illuminate the room as they stepped through.

The second Kali stepped through she felt unease, and then as her mother stepped into the room behind her she could feel her mother’s senses immediately go into overdrive as well. She looked quickly, Nol was nowhere to be seen. She quirked a brow and turned, looking over her shoulder at Rayann and whispered… “Where is….” A flash of red and blue arced through the air and Nol stood before them. There was a screeching sound and Nol stood in a ready stance, glancing left and right. He spoke to the minds of the ladies, ~ ‘Shadow Wraiths. I have given Myth keen sight, but I can only do it to one person at a time. He needs to be able to see beyond so he can strike at them.’~ Like a flash the red blade arced and stabbed, a screeching sound echoed through the room though it appeared to Kali and Rayann as if he had simply struck the invisible. Kali turned and looked at her mother with a frown.

~ ‘Apparently my ability to sense evil is no longer innate, too bad, it would have come in handy right now.’~ She looked around as Nol moved towards the stairs that lead up to the next floor, He almost seemed to blink from one spot to the other rather than walk or run. It was like watching a firefly dance and Kali wished she could concentrate long enough to take in the technique. She backed up slightly and felt the shoulder of her mother behind her. She whispered, “Any ideas?”

It would be clear to Rayann that Kali was used to simply being able to detect when evil was nearby, surly it would have been something she could do while in service of the Dark Queen. Rayann would feel the calm in Kali, there was no anxiety or fear, just calculation.

Shadow Wraiths were evil, vicious creatures and when Rayann heard Nol inform her and Kali that was what they were dealing with, she knew they would be like a swarm of angry ants. As Nol jabbed forward and the screeching filled the air, Rayann knew what the rancid odor she was smelling. That venom that dripped from their fangs and claws had a distinct smell and something that smelled THAT bad was even worse if that venom got into your system.

As Kali backed into her and asked if she had any ideas, Rayann nodded and planted her feet shoulder width apart to make sure she kept her center of balance.

~What’s the one thing shadows dislike most? When I cast the spell, watch for the darting dark blobs.~

Kali would feel the pull of the magical current around her telling her Rayann was gathering the magic she needed to cast her spell. Rayann’s right hand shot up and instantly the area was illuminated in an intense bright light.

The area was filled once more with that loud screeching noise that penetrated right to the core. It was so shrill it could have easily caused their ear drums to rupture but Rayann and Kali were so focused on the fight now at hand, it didn’t bother them in the least. Already Kali would feel the constant draw on the magic as Rayann began to fire bolts of light at the darting Shadow Wraiths.

As a warrior and an assassin Myth had gained many names over the years. The silent wind, the Queen's wraith, The Myth. This was a day to prove that all were notworthy in their accuracy. The sound of drawn blades rang in Myth's ears and he spared almost no glance. Rayann and Kali had been standing before him but when his eyes focused on the enemy thanks to Nol Myth moved into action following his family through.

Rayann and Kali would feel something akin to a light breeze as Myth dashed in between them when they emerged on the other side. A wisp of his mane was seen as he began to engage his enemies. Myth's blade drew clean from its sheath the runes along the length glowed brightly as Myth brought Blue Moon to bare an his first target. There was a purpose behind Myth's movements and while Nol stopped a moment to explain things to Rayann and Kali Myth kept moving with deadly persicion. The screams of the wraith's continued to echo as Myth only seemed to be visible in the moment he chose to swing his blade.

His mind was focusing three steps ahead of his every movement. Not a single swing came from his blade that was not calculated. While wraith's were not opponents he could read they were easily predictable. His strategy began to realign itself as light filled the area a smile upon his lips Myth seized the moment of the wraith's distractions by Rayann's light to press his attack further.

Kali felt the magic pull and as the light penetrated the room she clasped her hands over her ears to drown out the screams. She too began to pull magic towards her, the pull was so intense it would actually cause Rayann to gasp; Kali possessed an unnatural ability to draw power to herself very quickly. She hissed the words of magic and an explosion of light erupted from her body, flowing in a perfect circle tearing every shadow wraith within thirty meters cleanly in half. She exhaled sharply as Rayann and Myth would feel the drag that spell had on Kali’s body. Kali spoke to her parent’s minds, ~ ‘We should be clear to the stairs, follow Nol.’ ~ She wasn’t sure exactly why she had the urge to follow Nol, but he was going up the stairs and for some reason that was where she thought they should go. Rayann and Myth would feel the battle commander in Kali coming out, but there was a great deal of recklessness too, Kali’s mind was going mile a minute and it was becoming clear to her parents already that patience was not one of her virtues. Her youth and inexperience were manifesting themselves and It would be pretty obvious she was moving based on controlled training more than experience, hit and move, hit and move, there was no time for calculation or planning, there was just react and go forward.

Kali moved swiftly to the base of the stairs and looked to see Nol disappearing around the corner of the center landing that lead upstairs. She heard the scream of two more wraiths above and turned to her mother, Kali’s eyes swirling like a tempest. ~ ‘Come Mother.’~