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magical abilities with shrouding were connected to the waves. It would take time for her to process everything from Ciera’s mind, but eventually I knew Tiaro would provide me with some valuable insights to the wonders of the Sleffion-kin.
    I lay on my belly and encouraged Sarlice to do so as well. There was no way for us all to be included in the conversation because only Sarlice, Ciera and I could speak out loud. The others could converse on the waves, but only inasmuch as I could, so all my kin could interact with each other, but the only one who could interact directly with Sarlice and Henter was Kestric.
    ‘Your wave abilities may continue to expand,’ Tiaro said. ‘One day, you may be able to reach other people’s Sleffion-kin and Tolite-kin… perhaps even other humans. Then, you will be able to connect us all together in one wave conversation.’
    ‘Incredible,’ I replied.
    I knew by the way Sarlice was looking at me that Kestric had passed on Tiaro’s words. I already felt dizzy from perceiving the awareness of each kin in the waves and the way they danced and swirled around me, connected to each other only through me.
    ‘So this is what it means to be Anzaii?’ I asked them collectively.
    Their voices came back over the top of each other, trying to encourage me and lend their support. Eventually, Ciera’s voice won through.
    ‘This is what it means to be Astor,’ he corrected. ‘An Anzaii is only as powerful on the waves as he is experienced with each of the other gifts. Over time, you must develop them all if you are to reach your full potential.’
    I sensed relief from Rekala, who had been wondering if she was still as important to me as she had been in the early days. I reached out to ruffle the fur on top of her head.
    ‘Of course you are,’ I said. ‘You are my first kindred and no matter where we go, even if we are apart, you carry a part of me inside you.’
    ‘And I in you,’ she affirmed.
    We lay there for some time getting used to Ciera. Throughout the encounter, the emperor skyearl held back his mind so as not to flood Rekala, Tiaro and I with new knowledge. Instead, he caused his vast experiences to seep through so that we had a chance to discuss the things we learned with Sarlice and Kestric and commit them to memory in our own unique ways.
    By the time I looked up from our engagement, the day-star was setting. The rich, teal sky rippled in the distance with the strangely translucent, shiny skin of the barrier. Ruddy orange clouds clustered above the distant cliffs and the two moons waited patiently for night to fall.

Chapter Three—The Prophecy
     
    S arlice kicked the side of my foot, jolting me out of a melancholy reverie. We were in the middle of a worship service in the Hall of Hallows and I had been staring at an immense mural of a castle in the sky instead of listening to the announcements of Keryn Alger, the Duke of Lantaid. Everyone was now on their feet, so I stood up slowly. I stretched my arms, popping the joints loudly by accident. Sarlice stifled a laugh, several heads turned and a young boy snickered.
    Rekala and Kestric were clustered on a raised platform to one side with the other Rada-kin. There were water troughs, bales of hay and plush carpets for the comfort of the animals. Most of the kindred listened to the service and participated when they could. As the official-looking people up the front continued with their talk, Rekala and I allowed our thoughts to wander again.
    Two days had passed since our first meeting with Ciera and since then we had scarcely seen him. He said he had urgent things to attend to before he could devote himself to us and it would be better to get them out of the way now. I sensed that the sudden change we represented to his life was both welcome and a burden. He was, after all, a being who had been alive for hundreds of years, doing whatever he willed. That he had climbed the ranks and become Emperor spoke volumes about his ambition