Myriam

For two days and two nights Myriam's watchers had searched for the warrior. The forest was deep and covered a vast area. She had seen the verminspawn run, heading out to the dead lands. She lost it well before the mist. Her powers faded over such great distances. Something was shielding the stranger from her sight, hiding all trace of his passage. She found great blank areas in her perception of the land, as if the land had suddenly been swallowed up and sunk into some nameless oblivion. She knew that this could not be so, the land had to be there. Nothing like this had ever happened before. All the land of the Crell had been open to her watchers, except beneath the mist. The mist acted like a shield against her powers, as weak as the returning visions were over the dead lands she had always been able to make out the black edge of the mist beyond which nothing could penetrate. She had once tried to get closer to the mist, her curiosity getting the better of her, to see what the blackness represented. The closer she came to the abyss the stronger became her fear of what lay beyond, the evil emanating from the mist was overpowering. She had fled the evil in a terrifying panic and had never tried to return.

 Oh Javid... please hurry home.

 There were several blank spots in the forest into which her watchers could not see. The stranger had to be beneath one of them, possibly injured or even slain....no, not slain, or there would be no need for this deception, for she was sure it was a deception. The dark ones must surely fear the warrior to keep him hidden from the Crell. Why?, why did they want to keep him from the Crell?. What was different about this warrior?. Why had she sensed something special about this young stranger.

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