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track of all the things in this one,” Adder replied.
    Farouk, having reached the opposite end of the clearing, turned to them once more. “I have found the strongest point,” he said. “The two realities are almost a blur here.”
    The Grand Druid closed his eyes, focusing his mind on his destination. He could feel the vibrations of the other world, and the presence of its nearby inhabitant. However, as he attempted to extend his thoughts in order to communicate with it, it was gone.
    Disappointed, Farouk decided his only choice was to enter its realm and seek it out. It would be a dangerous task, but he felt it was necessary. As the Keeper had told him, the pursuit of knowledge would take him to places unknown, and great dangers he never would have considered otherwise.
    Once again, he closed his eyes. In his mind he pictured a curtain; black with white stars. He placed the universe upon it as if were a tapestry, spreading out all the stars he knew along its surface. Then, he imagined another curtain, identical to the first; placed a short ways apart. He reached out with his mind, touching his own curtain and pushing it toward the one behind it. As they touched, he felt himself shift.
    Aeli and Adder saw the Grand Druid blur and blink out of existence. Belo disappeared with him. They gasped almost simultaneously.
    “Safe travels, Farouk,” Aeli said.
    “It looks like your little friend went with him.”
    “Good,” Aeli replied. “He could use a little time with Farouk.
    “But it looks like Farouk is a bit annoyed with him.”
    Aeli nodded, laughing. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, he is.”
    “Not nice,” Adder joked. “Not nice, at all.”
     
    The Dragon King stared up at the full moon as he stood out on his balcony. He had taken up the former Queen’s bedchamber in Faerbane, and often enjoyed watching the sky at night while listening to the falls that were in full view. At night, the moonlight cast a beautiful glow on the waterfall’s mist, and he found it relaxing.
    On this night, one year ago, Eamon had taken the throne of Faerbane and united the Kingdom of Eirenoch. The north and south were now one under his rule. Not since his grandfather, Magnus, had Eirenoch stood under a single banner. He only wished his mother was alive to witness the joining.
    “I miss you, Mother,” he said into the night. “Your absence is a bane to me and our people.”
    He swallowed hard, choking back the tears that threatened to burst from his weary eyes. Siobhan’s presence was strong here, he felt, as this very room was where she had died. He had chosen this room for that reason, and the fact that his mentor, Garret, had died at this very railing. Being here made him feel close to both of them; the two people he had loved most in the world.
    It gave him a small amount of comfort.
    As he resigned himself to returning to his chambers, the familiar form of a dragon appeared in the sky. He knew it was Erenoth, but was unsure as to why the High Priest of Dol Drakkar would appear at this hour, and by these means.
    He stepped aside as Erenoth approached. The Priest took human form as he landed, standing to greet Eamon with a smile.
    “Hello, Erenoth,” Eamon said. “What brings you?”
    “Lord Maedoc has requested that I bring you this,” Erenoth said, showing Eamon a sealed scroll.
    Eamon took it, looking it over curiously. “What is this?” he asked.
    “It is a list of kings who have liberated their respective kingdoms and now stand ready to do battle.”
    Eamon unrolled the scroll, going down the short list of kings and nodding in recognition at most of the names.
    “King Tregar of Thyre?” Eamon asked, perplexed. “When did he ascend?”
    “According to Maedoc’s peers on the mainland, it occurred shortly before you took the throne. His father, Adolus, was assassinated in his dining hall with a knife to the base of the skull.”
    Eamon looked up, feeling a strange sense of recognition come over