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Caverns at Koria were
brightly lit and absolutely exquisite.
    Throughout Lor Mandela it was common
knowledge that the Caverns were among the most glorious places in
existence. Huge, glowing, pastel-colored rock formations hung down
from the high, glistening, crystal-encrusted ceilings; the
vibrations of the planet bounced from formation to formation
resonating in soft harmonious hums. Despite their location, far
below the surface, the Caverns were well illuminated by a warm
silvery glow, originating from an unknown source.
    Although they were beautiful, the Caverns
were also deadly. Inside, steep, sharply-winding paths bordered
jagged cliffs—the walls of which were miles high. Over the years,
even the tiniest errors in judgment had caused many to fall to
their early deaths.
    Anika didn’t pause to take in the view,
though. Tonight, she was on a mission. She nimbly maneuvered up the
path until she reached a huge rock that jutted out over the cliffs
like a giant platform. She stepped out onto it, held the cloned box
in front of her and shouted skyward, “I am Lantalia, daughter of
Satia, and Vritesse of Lor Mandela! Soul of Lor Mandela, grant me
renewal! The balance of all powers from the beginning until the
end!” A pillar of white light shot up through the center of the
Caverns and bulleted toward Anika. It whirred and spattered and
wrapped its way around her, completely enveloping her.
    In the light, Anika heard a faint voice. It
surged in and out. “Lantalia . . . Vritesse . . . you’ve only just
received these powers. How is it that they are in need of
renewal?”
    Anika had anticipated that this might happen
and had an answer prepared. “Wise spirit, my mother was very ill at
her final renewal. I believe she was not able to fully gather all
that you bestowed.”
    There was a pause before the voice answered.
“Lantalia, Vritesse of the Trysta people, be ren . . . .”
    Suddenly, the glowing
white pillar lost its form. Violent shards of light shot through
the air ricocheting off of the walls and rock formations. The voice
boomed, “I am the soul of Lor Mandela! Lantalia . . . Vritesse . .
. twin! ”
    Anika’s stomach lurched. She had been
discovered—or so it seemed.
    The light bounced wildly throughout the
Caverns but then, much to Anika’s relief, it slowly gathered back
into a straight column and the calm, rhythmic whir returned.
    The voice spoke again, much more serenely
than before, and the pillar of light shrank away. “Take your
renewed powers, Vritesse . . . and go.”
    Anika felt strange. She tried to take a step
backward but teetered awkwardly and collapsed, unconscious, into a
heap on the rock platform; the hand holding the little silver box
precariously flopped out over the edge.
     
    It was several hours before she regained
consciousness. She moaned softly, glanced around, and realized that
the box was teetering near the end of her fingertips. She gasped
and pulled it quickly toward her, hoping that nothing had escaped.
A tiny sliver of white light peeked out from around the lid
indicating that the powers were still inside. Anika sighed and rose
groggily to her feet.
    “That was more, um . . . physically
demanding than anticipated,” she breathed, as she dragged herself
back down the path.
    Upon exiting the Caverns, she realized that
the sun was already rising. She would need to get back her own soul
before it was discovered. She headed off at a furious pace. “Koria
field!” she yelled skyward and was instantly transported back to
the field on the opposite side of where she’d left her spirit.
    The unresponsive soul was still standing
across the meadow like a statue; luckily, no one was in sight.
    She sprinted toward it and shouted,
“Nolta!”
    In response, her soul zipped toward her and
dove aggressively into her, knocking her to the ground. Right when
they hit, the cloned spirit of Lantalia burst out of her back and
fell to the earth.
    Anika looked like herself again except now
there was