Black Fountain

  Dreams of Power The inner cave is warm and soft when my awareness returns. I think that I’m lying in a bed until I open my eyes. I’m resting on a spongy material that looks like crystal, but sinks down under my weight. A thick colored mist floats over my body like a blanket. I feel surprisingly safe, protected, like I’m in a nest, with someone watching over me. I sit up when I think of my family, and the crystal begins to stiffen. Where are they? Were we attacked? I feel their presence, but I can’t touch their thoughts. They’ve raised their mind shields. I close my own wintzal, and reach for Shazira and the children with energy senses. My inner eyes see what the body can’t. We’re hundreds of feet apart, on five crystal platforms. Three of them are small like mine, only twelve feet from edge…

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