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remembered not to think too “loudly.”
    Coming to a large temple made entirely of crystal, Gretzen spoke with the guard in elvish, and soon they were being escorted through the vast chambers to a stairway that led deep below the structure. This was no dirty, musty dungeon, but one filled with light and made of crystal like the temple above.
    Azzeal sat in the middle of his cell, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees. His eyes were closed, but when Talon approached the translucent wall, his eyes opened.
    “Talon Windwalker,” he said with a wide, feral smile.
    “Hello again, Azzeal.”
    Azzeal said something in elvish, and the guard lowered the wall with a word and a wave of his hand. Talon and Gretzen were allowed to enter.
    “How long have they kept you in here?” Talon asked, knowing that they must have arrived in Elladrindellia weeks ago.
    “That is no worry,” said the elf. “Please, tell me what has happened to you since last we met.”
    Talon gave a small laugh. “What is there that you do not know? It was you who painted me on the walls of that cave, was it not?”
    “It was I,” said Azzeal.
    Anger suddenly flared in Talon’s mind. “Why didn’t you warn me about what would happen to Tyson? You knew that they would all die, didn’t you? What else do you know? If you can see so much of my future, why don’t you tell me where Akerri is?”
    “I do not know as much as you think,” said Azzeal. “The images on those walls were just that to me, images, visions. You must understand, I did not know what many of those images meant, or when they would happen.”
    Talon wasn’t satisfied with the answer. He didn’t entirely trust the elf. “Is Akerri on Belldon Island like I think she is?”
    “Again, I do not know,” said Azzeal. “But I believe that you will find her.”
    “The green field in the painting. She was running toward me,” said Talon.
    “Yes, exactly.”
    “But you don’t know when it will happen, or where that field is.”
    “I’m sorry I cannot tell you more.”
    “Cannot or will not?” Talon asked.
    “Mind your manners, boy,” said Gretzen. “Elf save your life, give you magic ring, show you images of future. You ask too much. Already he find trouble for what he has done.”
    “I’m sorry,” said Talon, remembering the judgement that they would soon face. “Are they going to take Kyrr from me?”
    “I do not know the answer to that either, but I believe they will see in you what I have seen.”
    Talon didn’t like the answer. If the elder council decided to take Kyrr from him, it would be that much harder to get Akerri back.
    “Sorry I got you into so much trouble,” said Talon.
    Azzeal looked at him, clearly humored by Talon’s words. “You have gotten me into no trouble. Indeed, I need no help with that. No, I did what I thought to be the right thing, and I will tell the council as much.”
    Talon told him the same story that he told Gretzen. When he was done, Azzeal continued to stare off as he had been doing during the telling. He looked neither surprised nor troubled, but rather sat there at the table with a small, contented grin on his face. Talon sat across from him, wondering what the old elf might be thinking.
    “Why would you go through all this trouble to help me?” Talon asked.
    “You have been to my cave of dreams, and you have seen what I saw years before you were born. I know not why the visions came to me. Your amma Gretzen had similar visions in the years before your birth. I believe as she does, that you will do great things. Look what you have done already. You freed hundreds of Skomm, and have set in motion a revolution. I can think of no cause more noble than that.”
    “Thank you for all you have done,” said Talon. “I will do what I can to convince the council that what you have done was not wrong.”
    “Thank you, Talon.”
    “Ralliad Azzeal,” said the guard. “The council will see you now. And you as well,