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to serve as fitted to one of their talents. You can sing, you can heal and you can wield and command blades in battle.”
     
    “Is that Jru’s training I hear from you? Just how much did you drink before that bottle?” Kas asked as he wasn’t entirely sure the phelan was drunk anymore.
     
    He got a groan back.
     
    “I already know what I am best suited for as an adult. Your concern is noted.”
     
    “Oh? Then what is it?”
     
    “The exact opposite talents of my Aliyr.”
     
    “Huh?” Hain asked confused, as he pulled himself back up straight to see the silver markings on the High Priest’s left arm. “Who’s that? You didn’t tell me you got Bonded—didn’t you just turn eighteen?”
     
    “It is what they call Fate, Hain, and no, I have not married her. You should learn to read better,” Kas said as he covered the glyph on his arm with his white sleeve before the phelan somnus could try to do just that. He went over to pick up one of the black uniforms that had been stripped from one of the lesser fortunate on their voyage, and looked it over. It didn’t have a drop of blood on it. “Were they a living offering?”
     
    “You tell me first.”
     
    Kas let out a sigh as he had raised Hain’s defensive wall again. “Yes, she is alive, and no, I did not have anything to do with its making.”
     
    “Bonded by Fate eh? This I really gotta see the other side to. Because if you have taken up lying, I’m throwing in the towel to the caels. As for the best of the best crew; did you seriously think I would offend the sea caelestis by throwing her anything that could get stuck in her teeth? You’re supposed to be an expert on relations between mortals and the caels as a...” Hain paused for a moment with a loud yawn. Then he stretched his hands before him, complete with a pair of new black gauntlets. A deviant smile stretched across his face in turn to match the story of how he had taken them. “Priest.”
     

4: D R E A M I N G F L O W E R S

    The voice drifted away from her mind, leaving Sybl in the deafening silence of the world around her. She wanted it to stay, to continue to tell her that she wasn’t alone and that there was someone out there thinking about her, who cared what her future had in store, but there was no way to keep it.
     
    It was the sad thing that came with dreams, you could never keep them.
     
    She opened her blue eyes on the grass of the woods she lay on at the back of her foster home. On looking up, she found it was snowing. It was unusual in the least, as it was the middle of August. Laughing, she caught one of the cold snowflakes in hand. It was not melting.
     
    “Wishes do not melt away. ”
     
    Sybl sat up and looked around for the voice, while trying to untangle with her fingers her wavy, light brown hair. It was now a long series of knots leading to her waist. She wasn’t awake, as the dream had changed. The trees had vanished to leave her sitting in the middle of a field of pink flowers. “Hello?”
     
    “Hello. ”
     
    She jumped to her feet when the voice came back to her head like an echo carrying an eerie chill. A familiar chill.
     
    “You can make more wishes, but you cannot alter the ones made in your past. ”
     
    “What...? Where are you?” Sybl stumbled as she found the strange kid who looked to be the source of the voice, behind her. He wore a black mask with white, wavy stripes painted across and a cloak made entirely of brown feathers. Her first guess was that he might be a tribal child from the Amazon.
     
    “You must remember me. ”
     
    “Why don’t you just show me the way out of this dream?”
     
    “I can show you the way out. If you promise to remember me. ”
     
    Sybl looked a little closer at the inhuman green eyes behind the mask. She didn’t know where to start in trying to know what he was—let alone who.
     
    He moved a step closer as the rattles that hung at the sides of his mask shook in turn. His walk was even