Calla Rose and Maylene’s hearts beat wildly as they ran through the night under cover of darkness. The shadows of the forest seemed menacing as if the black of the shadows were trying to swallow them up, leaving them in utter darkness.

Together they stopped next to a Blackwood tree, exhausted. Grasping it for support the two tried to catch their breaths. Brushing her auburn hair aside Calla listened intently to the forest behind her, there was no noise, not even the hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Yet, almost instinctively she knew that they were still being hunted. She could almost feel the evil pursuing them, closing in around them like the steel barbs of a trap as it maims it’s prey.

“They are still coming.” Her sisters soft voice confirmed Calla’s suspicions. “We cannot keep running like this. They will catch us eventually.”

Calla looked up to her sister. May’s golden hair shone in the moonlight. “We cannot give up, May. Those men...” Calla tried desperately to remember them clearly, something was effecting her memory and she could sense the fog of some dark magic pulling a black curtain over her memories. “They were desperate for us to get out of there. They wanted us to go...” Calla frowned as her memory failed her. “I can’t remember where we were supposed to be going or how we were to get there.”

“I don’t remember either.” Maylene frowned as she could sense the evil drawing ever nearer to their position. “They are catching up to us. We have to get moving again.”

Calla nodded and taking her sisters hand charged forward through the brush ignoring the pain as branches and thorns cut into her legs and arms. She was desperate to get herself and her sister away from the creatures pursuing them.

Together they ran once again, feeling tired and weary their dresses catching on branches. May and Calla both gasped when suddenly the land before them gave way to a cliff. Only a few feet away was a brisk stream that turned into an incredible waterfall.

“Great now what should do we do?” A waling howl rent the silent night air, cutting off Maylene’s frustrated comment. Turning they found themselves being surrounded by ogres, orcs and other horrifying creatures. Calla stood protectively between her sister and the creatures quickly surrounding them.

A muscular man robed in black stepped forward. Power seemed to flow from his being like a poisoned cloud of darkness. Calla could not see his face in the darkened shadows but somehow she was certain she knew this man. Fear gripped her, constricting her chest until she was certain she was no longer breathing. This man was evil. She was certain she would rather have faced the monsters encircling them or even the creatures beyond them who were mutating into different horrid shapes and creatures, rather than face this one man.

Grabbing her sisters hand she lead her into the rushing stream at the head of the waterfall. Instantly the ogres, orc’s and wolves tightened the circle around them. Looking down Calla could not see the land or river below. A darkened mist shrouded their vision of what was certainly only a sheer drop to certain death below.

“My ladies.” The cold voice of the shadowed man called out from just beyond the circle of creatures surrounding them. “Where do you plan on going?” Stepping forward he walked into the circle halving the distance between them. Still his dark features remained obscure. No matter where he stood he seemed shrouded in darkness. “You couldn’t survive a jump like that, and you don’t have any hope of creating a rift. I would dare say, you don’t even remember who you are. Come with me, I will do everything in my power to save you.” His masculine hand reached out toward Calla in a supplemental fashion. Instantly she recoiled from that hand feeling as if she would rather die than reach out and take it. “Calla Rose.” He whispered her name and Calla could feel the spell encircling her even as she whimpered and drew into her sister for support.

“No.” She pleaded even as she could sense him invading her mind. “No! Get out.” She cried out as she could sense his evil seeping into her.

“Stop it!” Maylene hissed as she stepped between him and Calla severing the link he was creating in her sisters mind.

The man hissed his vexation. His anger was a physical thing they could sense in the air like electricity. “Stupid fool! I am trying to save the two of you. Don’t you realize yet what is coming? The Nole’durine will not be able to stand against the tide that is coming. Come to me Calla, bring your sister and I will try to save her too.”

Pulling herself together Calla glanced back over the waterfall. It was a long way’s down; yet she seemed to sense that below was the only way out. The only path available to escape. Instinctively she felt it was her duty to protect her sister. Though she was certain she was the younger of the two. She could not allow either one of them to be captured. Something horrible would happen if they were. Her heart seemed to tell her that more was at stake than just her and her sister. Something bigger than even this one world.

“May, do you trust me?”

Maylene looked in question to her sister wondering what she had planned. With a subtle nod of the head Calla motioned towards the water falling wildly below them.

“Are you crazy?”

“Better off jumping than going with him.” Calla whispered so he could not hear her.

May focused her feelings within, asking herself what the right decision was. She was certain they would die if they jumped off the cliff. A strange peace filled her as she contemplated trusting her sister’s suggestion and a horror beyond words filled her when she thought about going with the man in black and trying to escape later.

Taking her sisters hand Maylene whispered. “I trust you Calla, I know it is the right decision even if it means that we must die.”

Turning they ran and leapt into the air allowing themselves to fall.

“No!” Calla could hear the voice of the man in black shout. Glancing up she saw a black dragon take to the air and come diving down towards them. She knew it was the man in black coming for them in the form of a dragon.

He must not catch us Her mind shouted to her in warning.

Looking back down at the earth drawing quickly towards them Calla could sense a burning within her veins. A vision of a world came to her mind, a world she loved. The dragon must be close She warned herself. Suddenly she and her sister were embraced by light. They could no longer feel the rush of wind around them nor were they still deafened by it’s roar.

Time was no longer a linear thing, Calla could sense it. An eon could pass with in a single instant, or a single instant last for eternity. She could feel nothing; yet was strangely aware of worlds shooting past her periphery vision. The world she had envisioned coming towards them with a speed that was faster than she could imagine or words describe.

Together they were thrown from the rift into a rolling field of green grass. Calla managed to keep herself from falling but her sister ended up sprawled upon the ground breathing heavily.

Maylene clamped a hand over her mouth as she felt nauseous and still dizzy. Pulling herself into a sitting position she marveled that Calla was still standing even though she also looked nauseated herself. Strong Calla, did anything ever get the better of her?

Calla blinked from the sudden and brilliant light of the sun. An instant ago it had been a hot summer night, and suddenly she found herself standing in full sunlight in the warmth of early autumn. A vast morass of grasslands stretched out before them, being broken only by an occasional grove of trees.

“Are you alright?” She asked her sister and offered her a hand to help her back to her feet.

“All things considering I’ll wait to answer that question until I can find out where we are.”

“If I had to venture a guess...I would say another planet on the other side of the galaxy from where we last were.”

“Then we are safe from that man?”

“I wouldn’t count on it. Unless you can tell me how we got here and that he wouldn’t be able to get here himself. I think we have more immediate concerns right now though.” Calla stated looking out over the grassy landscape. Off in the distance she could see some mountains. “We don’t have any water, but there should be some kind of stream coming out of those mountains. I suggest we head that way.”

“I agree, but first we need to go that way.” Maylene stated pointing in the opposite direction.

“The reason for such misdirection would be?”

“It just feels right.”

Calla blinked. She trusted her sisters instincts. “Alright, one way or the other makes no real difference to me.” She hugged her sister. “Thank-you for believing me about the waterfall, it seems strange but I knew that we would be safe if we jumped.”

Together they set off in the direction of a small oasis of trees in the distance. For a long while they walked in silence. Each trying to make some sense of their situation. “Calla?” Maylene asked at length when they were nearing the grove of trees she had pointed towards. “Do you remember...anything?”

Calla stopped walking and frowned. “No hardly anything at all. I remember your name, my name, the fact that we are sisters. I remember running from those creatures, and two men who were trying to help us. One was very muscular with fair skin and long raven black hair.”

“The other was less well built but was still strong looking. He had sandy brown hair and suntanned skin. Calla who were they? It seems important for us to remember them. We should know who they are.”

“We do know them, we were put under a spell to forget things. Remember what the man in black said? I would dare say, you don’t even remember who you are.” Calla quoted him. “He did this to us!” Calla hissed in anger. She desperately wanted to teach that man a lesson.

“Calla pull yourself together. Getting upset about it wont help us to remember anything.”

“No you are right it won’t.” Calla whispered taking a deep steadying breath. “It’s just I feel such a mix of emotions, when I saw him and even when I think about him. I don’t understand it. I am afraid of him. It feels strange to be afraid of something. Like I haven’t really feared anything in a long time.”

“It is unusual for you to be afraid of anything. It feels strange to hear you say that.”

“Yet, when I first saw him I felt the stirring of hope. It was quickly dashed when I felt the stirring of evil emanating from within him.”

“Hope?” Maylene asked sounding shocked.

“It was replaced by overwhelming sorrow.”

“Calla, I don’t know what to say or think about that.” Calla smiled and shook her head as if to say that there was nothing to say. She didn’t understand it herself. Suddenly Calla gasped and brought her hand up to May’s shoulder. Lifting one finger to her lips she motioned for May to be silent and to wait there for her. They had approached the circle of trees and Calla had heard something going on within them. As deftly as possible she crept in to see what was going on. The sound reminded her of the evil creatures that had chased them only a short while ago.

Fierce anger filled her as she saw the scene before her. There was a horse slowly being tortured by ogres and humans wearing red and orange uniforms. There were also several men tied up upon the ground in a blue and silver uniforms and several bodies lying dead. The horse was in utter agony as the creatures slashed at it with their razor sharp claws. It thrashed about on the ground unable to stand for even fight back any longer.

Pure rage filled her and she did not stop to think about what she was doing. Stepping forward she threw her hand out in front of her as if throwing a ball, instead a ball of light flew from her hands. Knocking the ogres and humans down.

Maylene was waiting patently for her sister to return when she saw a bright light flash within the grove of trees.

“Calla!” She called out and ran into the grove wondering what had happened. Calla stood frozen in what May could only assume was shock.

“Calla.” Maylene shook her trying to bring her back to the present. “Come back to me Calla. What happened? I saw a bright light.”

“That was me. I seem to be able to work magic. I saw what they were doing to that poor horse and it just... happened.”

Maylene looked over at the great war horse. It was a black horse covered in its own blood. “Oh the poor thing.” Maylene had tears in her eyes. Stepping forward May gently touched the horse’s head. Feeling pure wild emotion May was overwhelmed with the recent memory of the black stallion and further back in it’s life. How it was trained to be a great war horse and was mistreated by the men watching over it. When he became wild and unmanageable they tried to starve it into submission. How one young girl fed it when it would have starved and how it would now only allow women upon it’s back. She saw its master killed and felt it’s rage when it attacked the men and creatures who had attacked her. But was overcome by the gargins and suffered the agony of torture before Calla had come. Maylene then turned her attention to the gaping wounds upon it’s body. She commanded the wounds to heal, and felt a gentle cleansing and closing of it’s wounds.

Finished Maylene stepped back and watched as the horse stood back up on it’s feet and gently nuzzled her in appreciation. “I will call you Bellator Maritus.”

“The warlike bridegroom. It suits him I think.” Calla looked up from where she knelt helping one of the soldiers in blue. The horse turned to gently nuzzle her as well. She gently stroked his neck then leaving him in May’s care she turned back to the young soldier.

“Are you alright?” She asked him after removing his gag.

“Thank-you maga. I will be fine which is more than I can say for some of my comrades.”

“May, I need a knife, these bonds are too tight.” Maylene grabbed a knife from one of the fallen soldiers and handed it to Calla who proceeded to cut the bonds holding the men.

“Where are we?” Calla demanded of the soldier who looked at her strangely.

“The plains of Winderfling, where did you...think you were? Do you serve under General Oristagon?”

“I don’t think so. It is apparent that those men in red and orange were in league with the men and gargins that were attacking that poor horse and that you oppose them?”

Now there was no mistake about the look the soldier gave her. “Are you alright milady? Did one of the gargins manage to hit you on the head?”

“No, They didn’t hit me. Please answer my question.”

“Yes we oppose them. My name is Eram first soldier of Falonor. Those other soldiers are of the realm of Ara-Narib, a country that has come against us in war. They have attacked our outlying cities raping and murdering as they go; but milady surely you already know all this, you wear the colors of Falonor.” He looked at Calla’s midnight blue dress with silver and gold embroidery. “It is death to wear those colors in Ara-Narib. How could you not know of these things?”

“My sister and I don’t remember much of anything. We don’t even know how we got out here in the middle of nowhere. My name is Calla Rose and my sister is Maylene.”

“You must be of Falonor, though I have never seen a woman of Falonor with your color of hair.” Eram motioned towards Calla Rose’s auburn hair. “You wear the colors of Falonor, and your sister the colors of a healer.” He then motioned to Maylene’s white dress that was embroidered with multicolored flowers. “She did heal that horse. We will take you back to camp, perhaps the enemy has contrived a spell to make people forget these things you seem to have forgotten. The healers may be able to restore your memory.”

Maylene smiled stating, “That would be wonderful. I feel as if a part of me is missing.” Calla simply nodded wondering what these people would be able to do to restore her memory.

Together they set off toward the mountains that Calla had noticed earlier. Maylene rode astride the giant black warhorse she had named Bellator Maritus. Calla secretly delighted that there was an extra horse for her, taken from those left behind by the soldiers of Ara-Narib. Bellator was a little too big in her opinion and she had no desire to arrive wherever they were going saddle-sore.

A warm wind blew Maylene’s hair out behind her as she sidled Bellator over towards her sister.

“Calla, do you think we should be trusting these people? Or taking sides in their wars?”

“I didn’t take a side, I just couldn’t stand there and let those things torture that horse. We have to do something we can’t just wander around the countryside avoiding everyone we see because we are afraid we cannot trust them.”

May giggled at the thought of her and her sister living like hermits in the woods running away from everyone they ever came in contact with. “Yes, but, they are going to know we are not of Falonor and will assume that we are spies for this other country Ara-...whatever it was.”

Calla sighed feeling at a loss for an answer to that problem. “Well, what do you suggest we do? Do you know for certain that we are not from Falonor? What should we do if we don’t trust them? Where should we go? I think for now it would be better to trust to the goodness of people rather than fearing the evil within them. As much as I hate to admit it, we need help.” Maylene nodded hesitantly. “Besides,” Calla continued. “The other army was with creatures like the ones with that man in black. If they oppose that army surely they must be on the side for good.”

“Calla not everything is black and white.”

“Are you telling me that those creatures are on the side of good?”

“I am simply saying that we cannot judge what is right and wrong with the information that we currently have. There are always two sides to any story. We are only hearing the one side.”

“Well then perhaps we should look for a 3rd side.”

Maylene looked questioningly at her sister. “A third country outside from the disputes with these two and get their opinion.” Calla then reigned her horse over to Eram and started questioning him on the war and if there were any other countries or people. Maylene meanwhile was content to ride in peace and enjoy the beauty of the scenery. The grasslands were getting more hilly and more trees decorated the landscape.

The sun was setting when they rode above the crest of a larger hill and found a small hidden encampment.

“We will rest here tonight,” Eram announced, “and rejoin the rest of the army tomorrow.” Suddenly he stood up in the stirrups. “General Oristagon is here. Corwin, stay with the magi sisters and bring them to the general’s tent. I will ride ahead and report.”

General Oristagon stood looking at his maps of enemy activity. Eram had finished his report and now stood waiting for some kind of response. “It doesn’t make sense.” Oristagon stated at length then turning on his heel he marched out of the tent to see the two women in question ride up with what was left of the scouting troop. He arched an eyebrow, they were both very beautiful. The one with Auburn hair reminded him of his mother, and the other one was full of the beauty of a warm spring day. If the enemy thought that a pretty face would make a better spy they were mistaken. If anything he felt anger at being so underestimated.

“Have Perfwyndale take them to my tent and let them wait for me there. Then have Perfwyndale come and report to me.” He growled to Eram. “Have a guard posted outside of the tent.” Then turning he went back in to go over the papers of the enemies movements to study them further.

A large and muscular man with salt and pepper hair stood waiting as Maylene and Calla Rose rode up.

“Ladies, the general is busy at the moment with affairs of state but he has sent me to take you to his tent. He much desires to speak with you.” Calla and Maylene dismounted and gave the horses over to the stable hands. Maylene noticed that a woman stepped forward to handle Bellator as if they knew he would not go with a man. ‘I wonder how many of their horse trainers abuse the animals they train.’ she thought to herself but turned to follow the man leading them towards one of the larger tents.

Perfwyndale introduced himself as he led them into a fine tent. Without saying another word he proceeded to pour himself a drink. Calla and Maylene moved towards the only other chairs in the room when he stated harshly.

“Stand before me I have some questions for the two of you. And whoa betide you if I am not satisfied with your answers. We hang spies who are caught in our ranks. Where are you from?” He demanded his voice cold and hard. Maylene calmly explained that they did not know. He then proceeded to question them in a very belligerent fashion. Refusing to believe anything they said.

Maylene took all of this very calmly. Calla on the other hand was getting angry but she held it in well. Finally when he started becoming verbally abusive Calla could stand no more. She erupted in a barrage of suppressed anger.

“Sir, I may not remember where I am from, but I do remember what common courtesy is. Who do you think you are treating us this way? You may not trust us and that is fine, as far as you know we may be spies. I am not sure I entirely trust you either. My sister and I are lost, in the middle of nowhere and we do not have our memories. We are not here to take sides or be treated like some kind of slimy creature you have just stepped on. We don’t know who to trust or even what we are doing here. All we remember is being chased by some creatures and a man in black and somehow ending up here. Now, I have told you all I know. You do not have to trust us. If you intend to cause us harm let’s dance and I will show you what I am capable of! I will not be talked down to further or treated like some common criminal.”

The shock on Perfwyndale’s face was apparent and for an instant Calla could swear that he was trying to hold back a smile.

“Calla, he is testing us.”

“That much is obvious. Sir whatever else you may be testing, you are definitely testing the limits of what I will stand for.”

Perfwyndale stood and bowed to them both. “For my actions and words I apologize. I had to be sure.”

“Sure of what?” Calla asked exasperated.

“That you are certainly not from Ara-Narib. Now if you will please excuse me I must report to the general. Please be seated.”

Oristagon was still pouring over his maps when he heard Perfwyndale march up to his tent through the gravel.

“So Perfwyndale, tell me about the spies. Are they as pretty up close as they were from afar?”

“General Oristagon,” Perfwyndale went to one knee and touched his fist to his heart in a salute. This was his own personal form of greeting Oristagon. “They are not from Ara-Narib. I do not know where they are from. I do not think they are spies.”

“Indeed?” Oristagon turned to give Perfwyndale his undivided attention. “Tell me, what served to win over your skeptical mind so quickly? You who believe assassins fall from the sky and Zoren the self proclaimed king of Ara-Narib is in league with the Shadow Realm.”

“No woman of Ara-Narib would look a man in the face after he started speaking to her the way I did.”

“Perfwyndale!” Oristagon’s eyes flashed. “You have not been mistreating them?”

“I am sorry if you disapprove, I needed to know if they were of Ara-Narib and now I know. I was...most ungentlemanly towards them. Actually, I was down right vulgar towards them. The blonde’s eyes turned to fire, but she was diplomatic, I believe. The Auburn girl though, must have once been a red head. She practically challenged me to try something against her. Judging from the look in her eye when she said it she wished I would. I believe I was lucky to escape that meeting unscathed. The men say she is the one who defeated 5 gargins and several soldiers with one spell.”

“That is impressive, but why shouldn’t she be from Ara-Narib? Just because she stood up to you after treating her that way? I don’t know any woman who would put up with you for long.”

Perfwyndale ignored the jab and shook his head. “No, The women of my country are not treated the same as women from your country. They are conditioned even from infancy to be subservient to men.”

“Surely they could have been told to put on a good show for us?”

“That is just it. No one in Ara-Narib really believes that woman could act differently. Even if they hear what your women are like they would never really believe it. Even if they did, they would never take it as far as that young woman did. General, their style of dress, the way they talk and walk. Even the way they hold their heads and look at you, All these things proclaim them not to be of Ara-Narib.”

“So you believe I can trust them?”

“Trust, is too strong a word. They are not from Ara-Narib but I don’t think that they are from Falonor either. They say that they do not know where they are from or how they got out in the grasslands. They have been bewitched, I think, with a spell of forgetting. I would suggest trusting them to a certain extent but caution is called for at this time.”

“Perhaps it is time I met these women.” Oristagon stated as he marched out of the war tent.

Oristagon opened the flaps to the tent first seeing the auburn haired girl was sitting in the chair with her eyes closed and rubbing her temples. Then he realized the blonde haired woman was looking at him. He stopped walking from a sudden pang in his chest and held his breathe for a moment as they just looked at one another. She was an angel sent from heaven there was just something peaceful about her. He could sense that she had the kind of peace he had been looking for all his life but had never been able to find it. The moment seemed to stretch out for eternity and for just a moment he was taken upon the wings of fancy. Then when he knew he had been staring for far too long and even the blonde girl seemed to be wondering at him he forced himself back into the moment. Back to reality.

“Good evening ladies, I apologize for keeping you waiting and also for Perfwyndale’s behavior towards you.”

Calla Rose jumped when Oristagon spoke. She was exhausted but was still amazed that she hadn’t heard him coming. Then turning to see him for the first time froze in utter horror. A blinding fear had gripped her chest she gasped. Her heart racing she lifted her hand as if to defend herself then stopped. For an instant she had thought he was the man in black and he had found them. In the next instant however she realized that this was not the same man and she stopped herself and took several deep breaths.

“Is something wrong milady?” General Oristagon asked looking at her strangely.

“Calla, What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just...for a moment I thought he was someone else for a moment that is all.”

“I take it you didn’t like this person?”

“I don’t even remember who he is. Except for a moment I thought I was going to have to fight my way out of here.”

“I understand you have forgotten most or all of your memories? Perhaps one of the wizards will be able to help you remember what you have forgotten. I have sent for Creelo and if he cannot help high wizard Calimdor will surely be able to help. I understand that you are magi as well?”

“I am sorry, sir but before we get into all of that could I know who I am addressing?” Maylene asked.

For a moment he seemed taken aback. Then he laughed. “Yes, forgive me I do have a way of charging into a situation full tilt. My name is Oristagon. I am in charge here, and the two of you are under my protection. Most people here call me general, but don’t let them fool you there is nothing general about me.” He winked at Calla playfully who arched her eyebrow and maintained a rather stony expression. She didn’t understand it but there was just something about this general that she didn’t like and didn’t trust.

“It is a pleasure to meet you General Oristagon.” Maylene stated. “I am Maylene and this is my younger sister CallaRose. We are honored that you would come to meet us yourself.”

Trying to direct the conversation back to the issue at hand Calla could not help asking. “So General Oristagon, you said we were under your protection; does that mean that you have decided that we are not spies after all?”

“Perfwyndale tells me that you cannot be from Ara-Narib. I of course must still be cautious of you two. The enemy has many ploys and devises to trick and ensnare those who are unwary.”

“Yes they do, I assure you we are not.”

“A ploy or devise to trick and ensnare, or unwary?”

“Either.” Stated Calla looking at him with a pointed expression.

“Calla.” Maylene stated with exasperation. “Forgive my sister, General, We are both really very tired. I cannot begin to tell you what we have been through getting here.”

“From where?”

“Ah...” Maylene hesitated not knowing where to begin “I don’t even know where we were or how we got here. I think Calla must have cast a spell to get us away from those creatures and that evil man.”

“Evil man?” Oristagon asked wondering what kinds of problems this man could cause him and his refugees.

Maylene looked at CallaRose for support. “You’re the one who brought it up. I am sure you can explain it as well as I could. Though frankly General, we don’t understand what just happened to us. I can tell you right now you aren’t going to have many answers from what little we remember. All May and I have are more questions. Except we don’t know who to ask for the answers.” Calla kicked back in the chair and made herself comfortable while Maylene explained everything that had happened to them. Oristagon questioned her throughly of what had happened to them. Calla in the meanwhile fell asleep in the chair.

After Maylene finished explaining everything she could remember to the general he sat looking out into nothingness. Obviously deeply in thought. She left him to his contemplations and started trying to get a feel for this man. His hair was the color of golden wheat, he was tall and well built. In fact there would not be very many men with such a muscular and powerful form. His jaw was square and was darkened by a five o’clock shadow. Power seemed to emanate from his being yet she also sensed, more than saw, a gentleness about him. A goodness that seemed to fill his soul with light.

Abruptly he sat up and looked at her obviously thinking of a question he wanted answered. “You said that it was dark and you couldn’t see this man’s face. It was night where he was chasing you?”

“Yes.”

“But somehow there was a magic spell cast that brought you here?”

“I think Calla cast the spell.”

“The next thing you knew you were standing in the planes of Winderfling in broad daylight.”

“Yes, and it was a hot summer night, and when we got here it was an autumn afternoon.” Exhaustion raced in as she thought about it.

“But, where did you come from if it was a summer night and an instant later it was an autumn afternoon.”

“Calla, thinks we are on a different world then the one we came from. General Oristagon I understand that this sounds ridiculous. I have nothing to make you believe me. I don’t know what else to tell you. Frankly I wish I had the answers to give you. At this point I have no idea how long it has been since I had any sleep. My memory doesn’t even go back that far! Like my sister here I am exhausted. Could I try answering any other questions you might have for me tomorrow. I would really like to get some sleep.”

Oristagon started and looked at the magic time piece given to him by Creelo. “Forgive me lady Maylene I didn’t realize how late it is. Eram will show you to your tents.”