Safe Return “They’re close!” shouts Niyta. “Is Shazira there?” asks Dilasa, nervous. “There are two dragons,” says Niyta, “probably Shazira and Ilaz, moving impossibly fast.” “The rest of the group are still Jiku.” “But I don’t understand how Shazira can pull the group, and move like that.” “She isn’t even an energy weaver.” “Maybe it’s one of the sisters who was rescued.” “It might be, but the dragon’s energy is so strange.” The sisters and others enter through the airlock, carrying the ones who are unconscious or too weak to walk. The dragons transform and enter last. “Shazira!” yells Dilasa as she enters, hugging her tightly, and holding on. “I was worried you wouldn’t come back.” “We would have been killed, but we had some help at the last moment.”
Four Lands The travel suit is light-grey, a little thicker and heavier than ordinary clothing, and warm to the touch. It shapes itself to me when I put it on, and I feel a trickle of energy from the shield that spreads across the material. I soon forget that the suit is there, even the mask that covers my face. I hover over the towers at ten thousand feet, while I scan through terrain maps on the headset display. There are a few small islands scattered through the ocean, but only four continents, three of them joined to a fourth. The seven races and the guardians refer to them as the four lands: First, North, West, and East. FirstLand is the heart of them all, a near-perfect circle, fifteen hundred miles in diameter. The towers rest on a plateau at its center. Legend says that creation began here.