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I Choose You

by Cache

Disclaimers: Earth: Final Conflict and its characters are copyrighted by Tribune Entertainment Company. No infringement of rights is intended.

Rating: R

Author's Notes: Comments, suggestions, criticisms, etc. are always welcome. E-mail me.

The Valdemar universe and its characters are copyrighted by Mercedes Lackey and the books (The Last Herald Mage series) are published by the DAW Fantasy publishing group. No infringement of rights is intended. [Vanyel and Yfandes, Savil and Kellan, Moondance, Starwind and their respective bondbirds, Brightwind]

There should be some other warnings that go with this. This is written off of Mercedes Lackey's stuff-and that includes her homosexual themes. You're warned right now. If you don't like it, don't read it. Just don't bother me about it. Obviously, I don't have a problem with it-or I wouldn't be writing this. If you do have a problem, I don't want to hear about it. That's what these warnings are for.

Even if you don't read Mercedes Lackey, I think you'll enjoy this. Just hang in there. Everything is explained-eventually. You learn at about the same rate the EFC characters do. I've tried to explain everything that's important to the story. Outside knowledge of the ML universe should only supplement the piece.

Regarding a timeline… For the EFC universe, this takes place sometime after 'Atavus.' For ML, it corresponds with the Last Herald Mage series, somewhere in between the first and second books. After Tylendel, but before Vanyel finds his second love.

Okay, this is an ALTERNATE universe. Very alternate. I have taken liberties with both sides. I've always written Sandoval loosely, this is no exception. And I've done things with ML's universe too. I know there are lots of things that are wrong-why complicate the story line with unneeded explanations? And I know there cannot be a kestra'chern at this time, but… I happen to like Sunlark, so he gets a place in my story.

Sunlark and Ragan are created by Gwyn. Sundance and her respective bondbird, Whitestar, Serous, and Wintersong all belong to myself. Please do not take them without permission.

Finally, thank you to Gwyn and Ja'el for betareading this piece. Gwyn-the expert on Valdemar. And Ja'el-the non-expert on Valdemar. Both of you are invaluable to this project-and to me.

Spoilers: Up to and including 'Atavus'.

Summary: Da'an, Lili, and Sandoval find themselves thrown into Valdemar.

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Vanyel sighed, stretching as he walked through the empty halls of the Haven court. The meeting of the Heraldic Circle had run late, as usual, but the most conflict they had addressed was a small dispute over whether to allot a piece of land to the Bardic Collegium or keep it as open acreage-and, consequently, a practice ground for Heralds and their Companions. At least, for once, the borders were peaceful. Finally. Maybe now he'd be able to get some rest. He hadn't truly realized how tired and drained he was until he'd reached Haven yesterday morning and had seen his bed.

:What did Savil have to say, beloved?: Vanyel smiled, hearing Yfandes' 'voice' in his head. Her presence had ceased to be a surprise years ago, shortly after he had been Chosen. Now his Companion's blunt humor and way of discussing things had become just as common place and comforting as her constant presence.

:I had thought you would be listening,: he replied.

:I was busy,: she snapped shortly. He could feel the implied edge to the words. :Besides, I didn't figure I would miss much.:

:You're right, it was a long meeting about nothing. But it gave Savil and I a long time to talk.:

:Well…: Yfandes urged him on.

Vanyel thought back to the long conversation he had carried on via Mindspeech with his aunt during the Circle meeting. :She pointed out the fact that I'm exhausted and look like hell…:

:Which is completely true,: she interrupted. :Go on.:

:I would, if you could stay quiet for a moment,: he teased her. :She told me to take a break; to get out of here so that no one can find something for me to do.:

:And…?:

:And I agree with her. Other Heralds can take care of the few internal problems there are. Even if they do need mage powers, I'm not the only Herald-Mage there is. I'm due for some vacation anyway.:

:So where are we going?: Yfandes' pleasure at the thought of a vacation was unmistakable. He couldn't blame her-they'd spent a year on the borders in deplorable conditions without a day's rest.

:I don't want to go home.: Vanyel paused. :Savil mentioned she'd spoken to Starwind…and, I must say, soaking in the hot springs of k'Treva is very tempting. We'll discuss it tomorrow.: Vanyel reached the door to his quarters and thought longingly about the bed immediately behind it.

:Chosen…?: she asked slightly reluctantly.

:Uh huh,: he replied, tired and eager to get to his bed.

:Could you perhaps braid some of the beautiful flowers growing outside the stable into my mane and tail?:

:What?!: Vanyel exclaimed. :It's late! And it's dark-no one can see your mane and tail!:

:But… I…: she faltered. :Gavis is coming in early tomorrow morning and I look like a common plow horse.:

Vanyel couldn't help but smile. :I doubt you look like a 'common plow horse,' but, yes, I will come down and braid your hair. I do not understand what it is you see in him-overmuscled, brainless…: Vanyel turned towards the stable.

Passing the Companion's Field, he picked several handfuls of the small wildflowers growing there. Entering the stable, he found Yfandes waiting for him-her slick white neck arched and her sapphire eyes fixed on him in anticipation. He blinked quickly, suddenly mistaking her for a graceful white horse. He must be more tired than he thought, he never considered Yfandes a 'horse,' not even when they were riding.

:You all right, Chosen?: she asked, concern clouding her eyes.

:Yes, I'm fine, 'Fandes. It's nothing.: He smiled. :So, do you want these flowers in your hair or not?:

She snorted, shaking her head, in response; her thick silver mane cascading over her neck.

***

:I cannot believe you would even consider Gating to k'Treva.: Yfandes commented, as Vanyel finished tying his packs to her saddle.

:Would you prefer I ride you the entire way? If we don't Gate, we won't have any time there-we'll spend it all in transit.:

:Do you remember what happened last time you Gated?: She turned her head so as to study him.

Vanyel sighed, patting her neck. :Of course I do, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain before we got through it. But I’m rested, 'Fandes, and Moondance will be on the other side to help if anything happens to me.:

"Need any help, Van?" Savil entered the stable.

"No, I'm done. Just talking to Yfandes. She's trying to convince me not to Gate."

"I agree with her." Savil moved to her Companion's stall as Kellan ran in from the field, removing some loose grass from his forelock. "Do you have any clue what you're doing to yourself?"

"I'm rested, I'll be fine." Checking his tack one last time, Vanyel headed out of the stable, Yfandes directly behind him. "You said Moondance and Starwind would be waiting?" he asked Savil as she came to walk beside him.

"Yes, they'll be there. They're not too happy with this idea either."

Vanyel stopped, turning to Savil. "I've spent a year on the border, I'm tired of riding places. And Yfandes is tired of me riding her places. It's not fair to ask her to carry me all the way to k'Treva. And if we did ride, by the time we got there, we'd have to start back." He continued on in silence, quickly reaching the Grove Temple. "Quit worrying, Aunt." He said a short goodbye and turned his mind to the building of a Gate.

Gates were truly remarkable-allowing people, animals, and goods to travel great distances in a short expanse of time. However, their demands on mages were great, requiring the use of a large amount of personal energy. They had their limitations too, able to reach only to a destination the creator knew. Not to mention the effects of such a large disruption of the natural energy flow had on the weather patterns…

Placing the finishing touches on his Gate, Vanyel fought down the pain that threatened to consume him. Perhaps this had not been such a great idea… He drew a sharp breath as a sudden surge of power coursed through his body. The Gate pulled, seeming to search out a new destination-as if attracted by an unknown force. Channeling more of his own energy, he set the Gate into place once again, anchoring it against the pull. Leaning into Yfandes for support, he crossed the threshold of the Gate, collapsing to the ground the moment he was through.

***

Lili glanced out the window at the darkening sky. Lightening flickered, illuminating the heavens, a soft rumbling of thunder following. She sighed, turning away from the view of the weather. Piloting a Taelon shuttle eliminated many worries. In a helicopter such weather might be a source of concern. But with the shuttle's interdimensional capabilities, conditions were only important for as long as it took to make the jump. Now, getting out to the shuttle might prove interesting…

The approaching of Da'an and Agent Sandoval broke Lili from her thoughts. "I assume the conference went well?" she asked, hoping she was not overstepping her bounds. Sandoval glared at her in response.

Da'an, however, nodded and turned to her. "The religious leaders of this country are eager to help their people. They view Taelon programs and technology as a means to reach their ends."

"It appears the weather has turned on us, Captain," Sandoval interrupted, giving the weather little more than a cursory glance. "Perhaps we should leave before it breaks."

Lili bit back the sharp reply that came to mind and led the way to the shuttle. She'd lost the perfect opportunity to gain information pertinent to the Resistance. Automatically running the pre-flight checks, she had the shuttle airborne in a moment. Lili quickly set the coordinates needed, wanting to get the trip over with and not eager to hang around and see how the weather turned out. Perhaps DC would be sunny… "Making the jump to interdimensional." Receiving no comments from either passenger, she continued-the dark, menacing clouds being replaced by the calm, swirling colors of interdimensional.

Lili jumped as a strong vibration rocked the shuttle. "What the…" she started, pulling up the craft's readings.

"Is there something wrong, Captain Marquette?" Sandoval asked accusingly. Lili rolled her eyes.

"I… It's as if something is pulling us off course. The shuttle's working perfectly, but… Attempting to compensate." Lili adjusted several controls, trying unsuccessfully to regain control of the shuttle. The craft lurched once again and there was a sickening feeling of falling. Suddenly the scene changed, bright sunlight and miles upon miles of trees replacing the surreal qualities of interdimensional. Power surged through the shuttle's systems, effectively rendering them useless. Lili gave up trying to secure control. "Brace for impact."

***

Starwind stretched lazily, watching his bondbird glide effortlessly above the treetops, carried along by a gently breeze. :Storm comes,: the falcon Mindsent.

He couldn't help but smile at the bird's perception. :We'll be back in the Vale long before then.:

:Good. Hungry,: she replied, alighting on a nearby branch. She tilted her head, studying her bonded expectantly.

:Wait or go catch your own.: Starwind stood, turning to Moondance who was dozing lightly in the sun. "Beloved…" he said reluctantly, not really wanting to wake him. "Ashke," he began again softly, "do you intend to sleep all day?" The younger Tayledras stirred, waking almost immediately.

"I still cannot believe Vanyel would choose to Gate here," he said, standing.

"It would not be my choice, but…" Starwind closed his eyes, feeling a change in the surrounding energies. He turned to the Gate which had appeared a short distance away. Within only a few heartbeats the Gate terminus was stable and Vanyel came through, Yfandes supporting him. Starwind moved immediately towards them, Moondance at his side, but stopped as the Gate surged, pulling on the natural energies of the land. Gates weren't supposed to… He jumped, surprised, as a large flying object erupted from the Gate, the portal collapsing as it passed through.

:Big bird!: Starwind's falcon shrieked in his mind, launching herself into the air.

Starwind studied the object. It was definitely not a bird. Sleek and smooth, the sun glinted off its purple and blue exterior. While it consumed a large amount of energy, none appeared to be of mage origin. Catching a glimpse of the front of the object, Starwind realized there were people inside. After a few moments of erratic flight, the craft fell to the ground. Moondance met Starwind's eyes questioningly. "See to Vanyel," Starwind told him. Moondance nodded and hurried off, as Starwind turned and approached the unknown object.

Regardless of what it was, it was broken-that much was certain. Starwind suspected that it perhaps hadn't landed quite as softly as it was intended to, considering that it now lay in several pieces on the ground. The people he had seen inside were pulling themselves from the wreckage. Moving closer, Starwind scoffed, at least they had had the common decency to fall completely to the ground-he wasn't much in the mood for climbing trees.

Reaching the edge of the ring of debris, Starwind stopped, glancing over the people. There were three, and given that they weren't throwing a fit, he assumed that was the entire party. A female was the closest to him, kneeling over a man laying on the ground. Her hair was cut shorter than any Tayledras scout and just as brown-perfect for blending in with the foliage. Her clothing was tight and workmanlike, practical but definitely not flattering. Perhaps she was a scout of some sort…

The man she was helping free himself from the loose wreckage was dressed in much the same manner. Though of a different style, it spoke loudly of practicality. He was darker than the others, more like a Tayledras in that fact-though his ebony hair was cut much shorter than customary, shorter than the woman's even.

Starwind looked to the other 'being.' Tall and pale, it had an air about it as graceful and majestic as a hawk in flight. Starwind studied the 'creature' for a moment-he had never seen another like it, nor had he heard of such a thing in any of the clan stories. The energy it commanded! The brightness of it almost blinded his Othersight. It was as if the being was made completely of energy. Not exactly mage energies, but energy so connected to the earth and natural lines that surely it could control them if it wished.

Confidently, Starwind approached them. They were in his territory after all… Hearing him approach, they turned as one, startled. The woman yelled something at him in a language he did not understand. Ignoring her, he knelt by the man who sat on the ground. He'd raised one of his arms defensively, and Starwind unconsciously strengthened his shields. It wouldn't do to underestimate these people… Silently he prayed to the Goddess, asking her to understand what he was about to do, and reached out with his mind-connecting with the man's and pulling from him his language, culture, and the events that had brought them here.

"Forgive me," Starwind said, breaking the connection. "But it is imperative that we are able to communicate, and that I know the circumstances of your presence." He offered the man his hand to help him rise. "I am Starwind."

"Agent Ronald Sandoval, Attaché to the North American Companion Da'an," the man said shortly, standing without Starwind's assistance. Starwind shrugged as the man eyed him warily.

"I mean you no harm," he explained, looking over the others.

"For this we are grateful," the 'being' said softly. A Taelon, Starwind reminded himself. He'd pulled at least that much from the man. "I am Da'an, Companion to North America. This," he motioned gracefully to the woman, "is Lili Marquette."

"Shuttle pilot," the woman added curtly, glancing around as if unsure of her surroundings.

:Storm comes quickly. We go now!: Starwind turned just in time to see his bondbird take up a perch in a nearby tree. He studied the sky for a moment, agreeing. Dark clouds were beginning to appear on the horizon; the storm front had moved in much more quickly than he'd expected.

:Yes, we must leave. Come here.: Starwind offered his arm to the falcon. Within a moment she was there, and working her way up his arm to his shoulder. He turned back to the others, who started wide-eyed at his bondbird. "There is much to explain, however, I am afraid it must wait. Bad weather threatens."

"Everything all right?" Moondance asked in Tayledras, approaching the group.

"To a point," Starwind replied, opening his mind to his good friend and sharing with him what he had learned. "How's Vanyel?" He dropped to the strangers' language, hoping to keep them from feeling uneasy.

"Well. He'll have a headache for a few days, but that's to be expected." Moondance complied with the language switch-at home at once with the unfamiliar tongue. "And these…?"

"Shock and confusion only. They will recover without your help, Moondance." Starwind paused. "We must decide what to do with them."

"We can't take them back to the Vale," Moondance protested immediately.

Starwind closed his eyes as memories that were not his own overcame him-confusion, surprise…fear. Such were the downfall of a mind to mind transfer… "They did not come here intentionally. And," he motioned to the steadily darkening sky, "the weather is about to turn. The scouts have reported spotting a pack of wyrsa in this area; they will be driven out by the storm. Alone, I wouldn't expect them to live more than a day."

"But to take them into the Vale…the Council…" Moondance insisted.

"Do not worry about the Council; I shall deal with them. Besides, I see no other option." Starwind shrugged. "We should go…"

Moondance nodded. "Vanyel's with Yfandes. I'll get them…"

***

Lili silently walked through the woods behind the strangers, studying the scenery. There was something about the woods…something that didn't feel right. She had the uneasy feeling that the stranger, Starwind, had been right-they wouldn't have lasted out here for long on their own. Where ever 'here' was…

She let her gaze fall on Starwind who walked before her. He was tall with long grey…no, silver hair. Several strands at the temple had been neatly braided, white feathers worked into the plait. His clothes, while practical for the terrain, were made of a beautiful, flowing material unlike anything she had ever seen, and they were designed with smooth, flattering lines. A confident and competent air surrounded him, and he appeared as calculating and hard to read as any Taelon. Lili's eyes fell upon the bird on his shoulder. A magnificent white bird of prey, it sat there calmly, obediently, completely unrestrained and free. As imposing as a skrill, if not more so. A skrill was under the control of its host, and it didn't naturally kill things-at least she didn't think they did…

"Watch… There is a bramble…" Lili started at the words, broken from her thoughts. She looked up, finding the younger copy of Starwind beside her. What had Starwind called him? Moondance? "I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you."

"It's…it's okay. I'm still kind of jumpy. This…" She motioned to the forest around them, unsure of how to continue.

"I can only imagine what a shock it must be for you. This is so different from your world…"

"How do you know that?" she countered, accusingly.

Moondance smiled slightly. "Forgive me, I should not have mentioned it."

"It's too late for that!" Lili protested.

"Starwind pulled more than your language from him." He nodded slightly in Sandoval's direction. The implant walked obediently at Da'an's side. "He also learned of the circumstances surrounding your arrival, along with a small amount of your culture and who you are. He has shared this knowledge with me. I am sorry; we only wished to know you better."

"You took those things from Sandoval's head?!" Lili asked, unbelieving. Moondance was silent, refusing to meet her eyes. "You'd better be doing a lot of explaining…"

Moondance remained quiet for a moment then looked at Lili, a teasing glint in his pale grey eyes. "But it is you who have dropped uninvited into our forest." Lili jumped as something behind her snorted loudly. Moondance turned immediately and left her side, Lili let her attention follow him.

Moondance had gone right to the side of the other in his party, the one Starwind had referred to as Vanyel. She'd gotten the idea that they were worried about him…and they had the right to be. He was obviously not well-exhausted, thin, and ghastly. There was a look in his eye that reminded her of the soldiers she'd seen on the front of the SI War. They were the eyes of someone who'd seen too much pain and suffering…who'd sacrificed all they had to give.

Even though younger than the others, this man had the same silver hair and clear grey eyes. Still, there was something different-he was not of their kind, that much was certain, yet somehow he also belonged. Lili shrugged, dismissing the though; she was only confusing herself… The man was dressed conservatively in dark browns and greens. Clothes that easily blended into the surroundings-he'd obviously known where he was going. He was riding a beautiful white horse with a silver mane and tail. The horse snorted again, raising its head and meeting Lili's gaze with its crystal-clear sapphire eyes. Lili glanced away immediately, there was just too much intelligence in those eyes for her comfort…

"The Vale," Starwind said, pausing. Lili stopped, looking around. There was an unmistakable 'line' in the forest, where it changed from normal forest growth to the kind more likely to be found in the tropical rain forest. Lush, leafy undergrowth, huge, colorful flowers; and trees with trunks as big as houses, whose branches stretched upward for what seemed like miles.

Without a word, Starwind stepped over the 'threshold.' Lili followed, surprised by a tingling sensation that covered her entire body. When it passed an instant later, she realized it was warmer-several degrees so-and quite humid, though not uncomfortably so.

"What the…?" Sandoval started, glancing around.

Starwind scoffed lightly and turned to Moondance, who was helping Vanyel dismount. No, Lili thought, not to Moondance…to the horse?! "My dear Yfandes, Vanyel is in good hands. I believe you would find several hertasi at the main springs more than willing to untack you and provide you with oats…" The horse nodded its head slightly as if it had understood, and headed off down a nearby path. Lili shook her head, unbelieving. Talking to it was one thing, but were they just going to let it wander around on its own?

"There is much we must discuss," Starwind said, turning to face their party. "However, it may wait until the morning. I will show you where you may rest." Without waiting for an answer, Starwind started down a path. Lili looked to the others in her group; with a nod from Da'an, she followed Starwind.

Reaching a medium sized wooden structure hidden under the low branches of a tree, he stopped. "I know not how you would react to an ekele; many who are not of Tayledras blood object to sleeping in the treetops." Starwind motioned to the branches overhead. "This structure is currently empty, it will suffice. I shall see that the hertasi bring you something to eat and clothes to change into. We shall speak in the morning and perhaps I shall be able to relieve some of your confusion. Until then I must brief the Council on your presence." He turned quickly and left without a sound.

Uncertain of what exactly to do, Lili entered the structure, Sandoval and Da'an following her. The building was definitely set up as quarters, with a table and chairs along one wall, several beds along another. Lili absentmindedly fingered one of the blankets on a bed. The dark green material was soft and silky, designed to resemble leaves. She'd never seen anything quite like it. "Why do I get the feeling I'm living in a fairytale?" she asked, smiling at the thought.

Sandoval gave her a cold glare. "We must find a way out of this 'fairytale.'"

"What?!" Lili asked, surprised.

"Do you suggest we remain here, Captain?" he countered.

"No, but… Sandoval, we don't even know where we are. I don't think we can justify trying to find our way 'out.' Where are we going to go? The shuttle's useless, we're surrounded by forest…"

"I am afraid I must agree with Marquette, Agent Sandoval," Da'an interrupted. "To attempt to leave is a foolish action. These people have yet to threaten our safety in any way-they have, in fact, been quite helpful. Perhaps they will be able to assist us in getting home." Sandoval bowed his head subserviently in reply.

"I don't know about you all, but I'm tired," Lili said, eyeing the nearest bed…

***

Sandoval woke with a start. He was not where he should have been… Sunlight streaked across the bed, a warm, gentle breeze circulated through the room, bird cries echoed through the air, the sound of running water beneath it all… This was not his apartment…

Suddenly he remembered-the odd shuttle crash, the people that had found them… Sitting up, he surveyed the room. Da'an sat nearby, eyes closed in a seemingly meditative state. Captain Marquette lay on the next bed over, sound asleep. Someone had been in the room since he'd fallen asleep. The table was covered in food and clothes had been laid at the foot of his bed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. Not quite a figure, more of a shadow…but definitely a presence. Da'an! Without stopping to think, he instinctively fired his skrill in the direction of the movement. There was a sound of hurried scurrying and then silence. Rising, Sandoval shook his head; he was too jumpy… He glanced to Da'an and Lili-neither had stirred.

Quietly, so as not to disturb them, he walked to the end of the bed, studying the clothes that had been left there. Designed much like a robe, the garment was of a rich midnight blue and silver, silky and draping with a round, flowing cut. He scoffed lightly, allowing the piece of clothing to fall back to the bed.

"Pity really. It would look nice on you."

Sandoval jumped at the voice, surprised. He turned to find a tall, silver-haired man standing in the doorway to the room. One of the men from yesterday. "I am Vanyel," the man said, smiling at Sandoval's surprise. "And you must be Sandoval. I am honored to make your acquaintance."

Sandoval stood, staring. How did he know…?

Vanyel laughed softly. "Starwind has shared your language with me-along with any other information he had. By this afternoon most likely the entire clan will know." The man sat down at the table, picking up a piece of fruit. "Please, join me," he motioned to an empty chair. "We will wait for your friends to wake and for mine to join us. Besides, after attacking a hertasi this morning and refusing to wear the clothes they have picked out for you, you would not want to disappoint them further by not eating the breakfast they have brought."

Sandoval nodded, taking a seat and picking out a piece of fruit from the table. This man did not appear to be a threat, at least not at the moment. And he was in a position which gave him little control over the matter-a situation he did not enjoy. He was relying completely on these strangers…

"I am so hungry," Lili said, joining them several minutes later. Da'an also approached the table.

"Da'an, Captain Marquette, may I present Vanyel," Sandoval said, attempting to exert some power over the group.

"I am pleased to meet you," Vanyel replied, nodding politely. "I'm afraid I am the cause of your unexpected arrival here."

"Vanyel? You shouldn't be up and around, you should be in bed, resting," Starwind interrupted, entering the room.

"I'm fine," Vanyel insisted. "And I wished to accompany you around the Vale."

Starwind nodded, giving in. "First, however, there is much I must attempt to explain. This will be difficult…" he said, sitting down.

"Very simply," he began after several minutes of silence, "you are no longer on your world." He paused, letting that sink in. "You were inadvertently 'transported' here through Vanyel's Gate."

"A Gate?" Lili asked.

Starwind sighed, "Where should I begin? A Gate is a method of transportation, of sorts. It is a portal created by manipulating the natural energies of the land, and allows rapid movement between two places quite distant from one another.

"Like interdimensional travel," Lili interrupted.

Starwind studied her curiously. "Somehow Vanyel's Gate was able to span the separation between worlds and to bring you here."

Da'an nodded. "It is possible," he said softly. "The Taelons have long known of the existence of other dimensions. To be able to travel between them is probable."

"Either way, you are here. There is no doubt about that," Vanyel added.

"How do we get home?" Sandoval asked.

Starwind hesitated. "I do not know. Perhaps you do not." The room fell silent. "I would wish to show you the Vale, and explain to you about our people…" Starwind said, finally breaking the silence. With nods of agreement from around the table, he rose and left the building-the others following.

"You are currently in the k'Treva Vale," Starwind began, motioning to the beautiful foliage about him. "This is our home, and the Council has agreed that you may call it yours." He started down a path, stopping by a gently running stream. "we are the Tayledras, the Hawkbrothers. There are many groups of our kind in this area. Our job is to cleanse the wilderness of the wild energies left over from the Mage wars-to tame it or drain it off-and make the land inhabitable once again. He smiled. "Do not worry, you are safe within the Vale.

Starwind turned, following the stream to a large open field. In the center stood a large upright stone, much like the ones they had encountered in Ireland at Strandhill. But, Sandoval thought, there was something different about this stone. He shook his head slightly, this stone seemed alive…pulsating… "Our Heartstone," Starwind explained. "This is the center of k'Treva. Here every energy line converges to form the node of k'Treva-our energy center."

Sandoval watched as Da'an stepped closer to the stone, studying it. He closed his eyes, tilting his head, and momentarily lost his façade. "Are you okay, Da'an?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, Agent Sandoval. Merely intrigued." Da'an turned, and they followed Starwind from the field.

"So we've been picked up from Earth and dropped onto another planet?" Lili asked, still unable to believe what she was hearing.

"In a manner of speaking," Starwind replied, sitting down next to a bubbling hot spring. "I am sorry. I do not know what to tell you."

"We thank you for trying," Da'an replied gently. "This is much for us to absorb."

"I understand," Starwind nodded slowly. He looked up, spotting Moondance approaching. "We shall meet this evening and perhaps you will tell me of your world. I am eager to learn about it. Until then, if there is anything I may do for you…" Da'an shook his head. Starwind rose gracefully and went to join Moondance, the two of them turning to leave. Sandoval quickly rose to follow them.

"I think that perhaps they should be left alone," Vanyel said quickly, reaching out to stop him. Sandoval studied him for a moment then conceded, sitting back down to discuss matters with Da'an and Marquette.

***

Vanyel shifted his position slightly on the rock, never taking his eyes off the others. They were sitting several feet away, talking. Far enough that he would have to strain to hear what was being said. But at the moment he really didn't care-for now he was content to watch…

Lili and Da'an sat half turned away from him in deep conversation. What ever it was they were discussing it had their full attention. Sandoval sat listening, turned partially towards him. Hardly acknowledging the other two, Vanyel allowed his gaze to fall on Sandoval…

He was beautiful. Striking. Sunlight fell across his face, highlighting his hair in gold and lending him an exotic look. Beautiful black hair. Vanyel tried to imagine it long, braided, with a snow white feather… Perhaps he would ask Moondance to lend him a feather when Sandoval's hair grew long enough to braid…

:Chosen?: Yfandes' voice broke him out of his thoughts. :You're daydreaming so loudly that you're ruining my nap.:

:I'm sorry, 'Fandes. I didn't realize…:

:Of course you didn't.: The amusement in her reply was unmistakable. :You were too busy thinking about braiding feathers into his hair.:

Vanyel sighed audibly. :Can you blame me? He's so incredibly beautiful. And I have been so incredibly chaste…:

:Unfortunately, he does not seem to share your tastes.:

:How do you know that?: Vanyel countered, though knew she was completely right.

:Because, my love, if he did, he would find you irresistible.:

:It's just that seeing Starwind and Moondance together reminds me how lonely I am.:

:There are many here who would be more than willing to keep you company…:

Vanyel shook his head. :You know I don't want that, 'Fandes.:

:I know.: She paused. :They appear to be taking all of this very well.:

:I think it appears that way because they have not yet come to terms with the situation.: He allowed her to change the subject.

:Perhaps you are right. They are lucky to have you and Starwind. Others might not be so accommodating. How did the Council take it?:

:I didn't go. Moondance insisted I sleep,: Vanyel reminded her. :But Starwind says they took it surprisingly well. Guess k'Treva is getting used to taking in strangers.: He laughed lightly.

:And it doesn't hurt that Starwind's the leader of the Council,: she suggested.

:No, it doesn't,: he agreed, glancing up as he suddenly felt her presence nearby. Yfandes emerged from the surrounding foliage, stepping off one of the trails. The sunlight caught her hair, sparkling off the brilliant white and blinding him momentarily. As he regained his sight, she snorted, shaking her head, her thick mane cascading over her neck. He noticed several strands had been braided, decorated with ribbons and crystals.

:Mi'lady, you are stunning,: he teased.

:Not quite your type,: she snorted again, striking the ground with a front hoof. :Some of the children caught me asleep…:

:Would you like me to take them out?: Vanyel offered, knowing how little she liked such adornments.

Yfandes seemed to think for a second. :No, I believe I'm beginning to like it. Now, introduce me to your friends?:

"Of course," Vanyel replied out loud, startling the others who were staring awestruck at Yfandes. He stood and approached them. Vanyel smiled to the group. "May I present the Lady Yfandes. She has been impatient to meet you." Yfandes bowed her head in greeting.

The others stood silent, uncertain of how to respond. :You've left them speechless,: Vanyel joked. Yfandes scoffed in reply.

Finally, Da'an broke the silence. "I am Da'an," he said simply, gesturing gracefully in greeting. Vanyel studied the two for a moment-Companions of the two-legged and four-legged variety. Though Yfandes was far from soft-spoken, the two reminded him of each other. Both were graceful with deep sparkling blue eyes, and both were surrounded by energy which pulsated with every movement.

:Something wrong, Beloved?: Yfandes asked, fixing her gaze on him. :This is the second time you've phased out on me.:

:Just thinking of how you two reminded me of each other.: Vanyel shook his head slightly.

:He's…lonely,: Yfandes said hesitantly. :Alone…and afraid. He's used to being linked to the other of his kind. I feel sorry for him.:

:And he's leaking that?:

:Of course not!: Yfandes snapped. :I'm prying.:

Vanyel came to his senses, realizing the others were staring at him. How long had he been thinking and talking to 'Fandes? It wasn't like him to lose track of time like that… :Maybe you should let Moondance look you over,: Yfandes suggested. Vanyel quickly dismissed the idea.

"Agent Sandoval," Sandoval said quickly, nodding curtly.

Lili started to say something but hesitated, looking Yfandes over. She shrugged slightly, shaking her head. "Lili Marquette. Pleased to meet you, Yfandes."

Vanyel tried not to smile; it was obvious what Lili was thinking. "Despite appearances," he explained, "'Fandes is far from a horse. She is a…" He eyed Da'an. "…a Companion. I'll try to explain."

:This could take a while,: 'Fandes commented, laying down to listen. Vanyel sat, leaning into her.

"I am not Tayledras. I am a Herald-Mage of Valdemar." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Valdemar is a kingdom quite distant from here. Located there is Haven, home of the court, the Heraldic Circle, and the Companions. As a young boy I was sent to foster there with my Aunt, Savil, another Herald-Mage. There was an accident…" Vanyel drew a sharp breath, remembering… "and the channels in my mind allowing me to control energies, work magic if you will, were opened. Yfandes recognized these abilities and I was Chosen by her-in this way I became a Herald." Vanyel studied their reactions; they sat there staring, confused.

He shook his head slightly, not knowing what to say-they had absolutely no background… "Maybe I should explain more about the Heralds. Each Herald has a Gift-whether it be Mage Gift, or Mindspeech, or Fetching, or Healing, or any other one or combination. These Gifts are the reason they are Chosen by a Companion. Those Chosen are trained in Haven to use their Gift, or Gifts, to its utmost, along with other important skills. We then assist the ruler in managing Valdemar-being diplomats, moderators, administrators, judges, problem solvers… The Heraldic Circle assists the ruler in Haven." Vanyel glanced up, checking to make sure they had followed him to this point. "I was not trained in Haven; my Mage Gift was too strong for any of the teachers there. I was able to tap large nodes of energy, and I was unable to control it, nor could any of the teachers. That is why I was brought here, to learn from the Tayledras-the only ones who could deal with my Gift."

Vanyel smiled. "There is just so much to tell you. I do not know where to begin. But you have listened to much for one day, you need not learn and understand everything at once. The bathing pools are most likely not in use at this time; I will show you where you may refresh yourself if you wish." He rose, heading down one of the paths.

"Here." He stopped after entering a large cavern area. Two tiered springs carved into the rock filled the room, steam rolling off of them. An opening along one wall showed another room exactly like this one, and another beyond that. A soft light filled the entire area, provided by well placed Magelights. Lili approached one of the glowing balls and Vanyel smiled at her interest-he had never thought twice about the lighting source, but for one who had never seen such a thing before… "There are two levels of pools-bathing and resting," he said. "The hertasi will see that you have everything you need. When you are done, continue to follow this path-it will bring you back to your 'house.'"

Vanyel hesitated, studying how the Magelight seemed to soften Sandoval's features, toning down his no-nonsense, business-like appearance. For a moment, he considered staying, but turned and left the chamber, Da'an following him.

"These paths are beautiful. They remind me of my gardens on Earth…" Da'an said softly, almost tentatively.

:There is much more to see. Perhaps you would accompany me for a walk…:

Vanyel stood, dumbstruck. 'Fandes hadn't been talking to him, she'd been addressing…Da'an?! Though they had the ability to Mindspeak to whomever they wished, hardly ever did a Companion speak to anyone besides their Chosen or another Companion! Da'an, however, did not seem surprised. After several minutes of silence, Vanyel realized that for once he had been left out of a conversation!

:I am sorry,: 'Fandes apologized to him. :I did not know you would be so upset. He is a very proficient Mindspeaker.: She turned her gaze back to Da'an. :I believe there is perhaps more between us than a common name,: she continued, and Vanyel realized she was allowing him in on their conversation.

:I know not how, but, yes, I believe you may be correct,: Da'an replied.

:Shall we walk then? There is much to discuss.: Yfandes nodded her head in the direction of one of the paths. Da'an bowed his head politely and they moved off. Vanyel quickly closed his link to Yfandes and headed towards the three's 'house.'

Reaching the structure, he nearly collided with a hertasi hurrying out the door. He nodded politely to the creature, stepping out of its path. The lizard-folk did an excellent job of keeping the Vale in order and were almost excessively helpful. Still, one learned to get used to being pampered, and he missed their thoughtfulness when he was away from k'Treva. Vanyel smiled, realizing the hertasi carried the robes that had been laying on Marquette and Sandoval's beds. One guess where those were going…

Vanyel entered the building, immediately grabbing the back of a chair as a wave of dizziness overtook him. As it passed, he sat down on one of the unused beds. Perhaps Starwind was right, he should be resting. He was still suffering the aftereffects of the Gate's drain on his energy-if not still recovering from a year on the border. Vanyel sighed, stretching out on the bed. Gating was hard on him, yes, but usually not this hard. Maybe things were finally catching up with him… Then again, no one had ever created a Gate across worlds… Closing his eyes, he fell asleep almost instantly.

***

:You are very talented in the art of Mindspeech,: Yfandes commented, moving slowly and gracefully down the path.

:It is used as a form of communication between my people, though we do not call it Mindspeech,: Da'an answered, feeling Yfandes was one he could trust.

:I had suspected as much. There is a high degree of Empathy in you, along with the Mindspeech…it is not coincidence. And this link is now severed… You are hurt by this.:

Da'an hesitated, surprised at the truth of her words. :Yes…only once have I been so alone. It…it was not a pleasurable experience. I do not understand how I could be separated from my brethren without the ill effects you speak of.:

Yfandes eyed him curiously. :I do not understand.:

:Without our link to the Commonality my people revert to an ancient state. Yet…:

:Even your arrival here is an exception.: She seemed to smile. :Why not this too?:

Da'an shook his head at her reasoning. :Perhaps… Do you also share such a connection with others of your kind?:

Yfandes tossed her head, the crystals in her mane shimmering in the sunlight that filtered through the branches. That he was eager to learn was a good sign at least. :Yes. All Companions are connected together on many levels. However, we are able to separate from the others without ill effects. And there is our connection with our Chosen. Is there a similar bond between you and your Chosen?:

:My Chosen?: Da'an asked.

:Sandoval,: Yfandes clarified.

Da'an hesitated. :Hearing you speak of your Chosen, I do not believe the two are comparable. Agent Sandoval was offered a position in the service of the Taelons based upon his ability to serve and protect me. We share no mental connection.:

:It does not surprise me,: Yfandes snorted, an inflection of displeasure coloring her reply, :considering you have forced his compliance. Who knows what there may be if he joined with you willingly…:

Da'an bowed his head at her accusations. :I am not proud of what my kind has done to him.:

:His compulsions will be discovered, do not question that. What will be done… You would do well to consider the relationship between Companion and Chosen on this world. We do not force them to submit to us. Though they have no choice in the matter of being Chosen, we do not take away their freewill. Instead, we form a bond in which both partners communicate freely and work together effortlessly. Still, problems do arise…: Yfandes stopped, realizing she had truly overstepped her bounds. She did not want to alienate him, but to bring him closer to her. He was trapped here, alone… Befriending him would giver her a chance to help him and to learn more about his people-and whether there was more of a connection between the two races than the few things which were obvious. Besides, perhaps it would give her a chance to change his views…

The two walked in silence for quite some time, listening to the call of birds around them and the soft murmur of a nearby stream. Finally Yfandes broke the silence. :Are there mages on your world? Any who have mastered the control of the natural energies?:

:Currently Earth does not have such people-or they do not care to acknowledge them. I question the existence of such people-ancient history brings to light many who believed in…magic.:

:But your people…: she urged.

:No, we do not.:

:It amazes me how people separate Mindspeech from Mage powers. Different, but in many ways the same. They are both Gifts.: Yfandes stopped, turning to face him. :You are connected to the natural energies in a way known by very few-perhaps your entire race is this way. If you wished, you would be able to control the energies of this world with ease-an Adept level Mage, no doubt.: She paused, allowing him to process this information. :There are few on this world who could train you. Most likely you are even beyond what the Tayledras can handle. However, if you are willing, I would teach you to use and control these powers. Untrained Mage Gift is…dangerous at the least.:

***

Vanyel woke immediately at the sound of footsteps in the room. Momentarily confused and disoriented, he reacted-jumping up and preparing to call a magebolt upon the perceived threat. Suddenly, something caught his attention. Beds. There weren't beds on the front. Where…? At the last second, he pulled the blow, sending the channeled energies into the ground.

"Enjoying your nap?" Sandoval asked, his displeasure at the mid-afternoon slumber apparent even to Vanyel in his half dazed state. Vanyel shook his head slightly, ignoring the inflection Sandoval had placed on the words.

He had almost killed the man!

Another moment and he would have, inadvertently killing an innocent. There was no way Sandoval could protect himself from a mage attack. He had to calm down…

"Don't ever surprise me like that again," Vanyel said sharply. Sandoval stopped, staring at him, the sharpness of Vanyel's comment mirrored in his cold glare. Vanyel met it for a moment, then smiled, realizing what Sandoval was wearing. "The hertasi finally got their way?" he asked, laughing.

Sandoval scoffed, glancing at the midnight blue and silver garment he wore.

Vanyel sat back down on the bed. Sandoval looked much nicer than he'd imagined in that outfit-the hertasi had chosen well. The silken material seemed to flow around him, the rich silver contrasted his black hair. Raven black. He smiled. Raven… "I can see you're not pleased." Vanyel forced himself not to laugh. "I can try to retrieve your clothing but the hertasi will not be very cooperative. They are experts in fashion, and are not fond of what you were wearing. Even if I do succeed in retrieving them, you will have to fight this battle everyday… Do no worry, your clothes will be well taken care of and returned when you wish."

"Some lizard just stole my clothes!" Lili stormed into the room, eyes wide in disbelief. Vanyel was no longer able to control his laughter.

"I believe," he said, attempting to stop laughing, "that you have met a hertasi. They are the shy lizard folk who take care of the Vale in exchange for the Tayledras' protection. You have nothing to fear from them. They are harmless and they are very…timid-they prefer to be alone with their own kind. You will want nothing with them around." He paused momentarily. "Regarding your clothing, it is as I have been telling Sandoval. They will be returned to you whenever you wish, but the hertasi will not rest until you are wearing clothes they approve of. It seems they have chosen well for you." Vanyel motioned to the outfit Lili was wearing. Based off a scout's uniform, it consisted of tight black pants and a fitted burgundy tunic. Lili smiled tentatively, seeming unsure of the compliment.

"Where's Da'an?" Sandoval asked accusingly, a challenge obvious in his tone.

"Headed to the practice field with Yfandes last I saw," Starwind answered him, entering the room.

"I believe Yfandes has taken it upon herself to instruct him," Moondance added, directly behind Starwind. "Goddess help him."

Vanyel smiled. "Thank Haven, she needs something to do besides nag on me."

"I don't understand…" Lili said, sitting down. The others in the room followed her lead.

"Your friend is beginning his mage training," Starwind explained. He shook his head slightly, dismissing the topic. "Perhaps you will tell me how it is that you arrived here…"

Lili looked to Sandoval as if for permission. Receiving nothing from him, she began to recount their story.

"It is interesting that it would be storming on your world," Starwind observed when she was done. "Gates often bring on nasty weather because they disrupt the natural energy flow. He looked to Moondance. "The other Council members should be informed of all this."

"But not tomorrow," Moondance cautioned. "They don't need to be puzzling over this when they're trying to divert a line."

"Divert a line?" Vanyel asked. "No one told me anything about planning to divert a line."

Moondance smiled at him, knowingly. "You are in no condition to deal with the Heartstone. If we had told you, you would have insisted on helping."

"I'm perfectly capable of…" he started.

"You're not," Moondance interrupted him, "and you know it. You cannot hide that fact from me."

Vanyel sighed. Moondance was completely right…

"We should go." Starwind rose. "There's much that should be done before tomorrow…" Moondance nodded, and followed him from the room.

"Certainly seems to be a popular place," a female voice said as someone entered the structure but moments after the other two had left.

Vanyel looked up, trying to place the voice… "And what brings you here, Sundance?"

A small falcon shot in the door and alighted easily on her arm, quickly taking a perch on her shoulder. Small by bondbird standards, it was still larger than 'natural' falcons. Small because Sundance's figure demanded it. She was petite, small and compact. From a distance she appeared dainty, though he knew all too well that she was not… One had no trouble determining where she drew her use name from; Sundance fit her perfectly. She seemed to glow with an inner light, which radiated from her, touching all those nearby. He suspected there was very little that could extinguish her internal 'fire.' As for her talents, she was graced with the Gift of Empathy, but had chosen not to develop it. Vanyel doubted that there was another scout that loved their work half as much as she did.

"I must say I'm surprised," she continued, scratching the back of her bondbird's neck. The falcon half closed his eyes, relishing every second. "From the way it looked earlier, I hadn't expected to see Starwind or Moondance again for quite a while." She smiled at the thought. "Actually, I came to see if you were tired of being cooped up in the Vale. I was about to head out…"

"Starwind and Moondance told you to keep my busy, didn't they?"

"Of course," she replied, not missing a beat. "They don't want you around while they're preparing for tomorrow. It's either this, or I get someone to cover for me and we go to my ekele…"

Vanyel smiled. She knew very well he wasn't interested. That was one of the things he missed when he wasn't here. Valdemar was so much more 'prim and proper' about these things… After that, the Tayledras' nonexistent sense of modesty was…refreshing. As was their complete acceptance of those who were shaych…

"To talk," she added, teasing.

"I'm sure," he countered her. "I'd love to accompany you on your rounds."

"We'll be back early," she promised. "Moondance says you need sleep."

Rising, Vanyel sighed. Had Moondance told everyone in the Vale of his condition? He glanced to Lili and Sandoval. Hopefully they would be able to entertain themselves for the remainder of the day… Without a word, he turned from them and followed Sundance form the room.

***

"Hertasi, lizard people, ekeles, bondbirds… I don't want to know, I just don't…" Lili said, turning back to the room.

"You still wish to remain here?" Sandoval asked, glancing again at his clothes, displeasure evident on his face.

"No!" she snapped quickly. "But do you have any better idea? I don't see that we have any choice."

"Nor do I. Still there must be some way."

Lili fingered the blanket which had caught her attention yesterday. Yesterday. It seemed so long ago, yet but a moment passed at the same time. "With the shuttle destroyed, I don't see how."

Sandoval shook his head. Perhaps we should center our efforts on solving that problem…" Lili glanced at him then sat down again, making herself comfortable. She had the feeling this could be a long discussion…

***

:Are you awake?: Vanyel stirred, waking at Yfandes' voice in his head.

:I am now. What time is it?: he asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

:Late. I couldn't sleep.: Vanyel tried not to grumble. Since when was he responsible for baby sitting his Companion…? :I heard that,: she teased. :Did you enjoy your walk with Sundance?:

:Yes, actually. We were tracking the pack of wyrsa the scouts spotted the other day.:

:Take it you didn't find them.:

:No, and it suits me just fine. Let someone else deal with the wyrsa.: He rolled over, flinching as he hit a strained muscle. :Not used to climbing trees, though.:

:Don't complain,: she snorted. :You could have spent the entire day on the practice field trying to teach Da'an how to center and ground. Did you know he changes colors when he concentrates? Turns blue…:

:Would you go to sleep?: he asked, annoyed.

:No. I told you, I can't,: she insisted.

:Are you part of the conspiracy against me too?:

:Hummm?: Yfandes asked innocently. For some reason he didn't believe her.

:Starwind and Moondance. They're doing everything in their power to keep me as far away from the Heartstone as possible.:

:Oh, yes, diverting the line tomorrow. One of their mages turned up sick today and they asked me to anchor in his place…:

:And?: he interrupted.

:And I said yes. Why wouldn't I?: She paused. :As for you staying away form the Heartstone, I agree.:

:I'm perfectly fine!: he protested.

:Yeah.: He caught the sarcasm she attached to her reply. :Either way, forget about it. If you are too exhausted to handle it, as we all think you are, then keeping you out of the matter decreases the already large risk. If we're wrong and you've recovered enough, keeping you away only saves you work.:

:Would you please go to sleep?: Vanyel insisted. Fighting with her was maddening! She always had a reply, whether or not it was right. Yfandes was quiet for a time, and he hoped she had decided to leave him alone.

:I know there is a deeper connection between us. There is too much in common…: she started again, shattering his hopes.

:Who?: Vanyel asked, rolling over and shoving his head under the pillow. He might as well humor her; perhaps she'd go away sooner.

:Da'an,: she snapped, amazed that he would have to ask.

:You know,: he said, letting feelings of amusement travel across their bond. :I think you've fallen in love with this 'two-legged' Companion.:

:I've done nothing of the sort!: she exclaimed, indignant. :Besides, it is you who has a crush on his attaché.: 'Fandes paused and he could feel her mood change. :There are stories my people tell that mention others like him…that relate our interaction with them…: Vanyel knew that she didn't necessarily refer to her current state. Appearances could be so deceiving. :I wish we were back at Haven, I could ask Ragan. It's been so long since I've heard those stories; I've forgotten. But he knows them well…:

:Can I go back to sleep now?:

:Oh, of course.: She seemed to just realize that she had been keeping him up. :I didn't mean to keep you awake so long.: Vanyel shook his head slightly. Sure she hadn't. :Good night, beloved. Sleep well. And stay out of the way tomorrow, you're not up to it and this is supposed to be a rest…:

:No problem. I think I'll be asleep.:

***

Sandoval stopped along the path, taking a seat on a conveniently placed rock. A large bird settled on a nearby branch. It cocked its head, studying him and screamed-seeming to demand his attention. Damn bird; it had insisted on following him around incessantly. Ignoring his feathered 'shadow,' he surveyed the area. At least he was somewhere he knew, close nearby the 'Heartstone' Starwind had shown them yesterday.

Sandoval shook his head at the thought. He'd spent the entire night discussing 'leaving' with Lili. She was convinced that Da'an was right and that leaving was impossible-at least for now. She was willing to trust these people to find them a way back home. And Da'an… He'd come in well past dark and found them in deep conversation. While he had refused to voice an opinion on the matter, Sandoval was experienced enough in reading the Taelon to see his displeasure at the thought of leaving. Was he the only one to realize that they couldn't stay here?

The bird screeched again, hopping to another branch. This time there was an answer somewhere down the path. A slightly familiar female voice called out in a language he didn't understand. He turned towards the direction it had come from and moments later a figure emerged from the brush. It was the woman he'd met yesterday. What had Vanyel called her? Sundance?

"Oh," she said, switching to English. "I'm sorry. I thought you were Wintersong. I've been trying to catch up with him all morning." Sundance glanced at the bird perched on the branch. "Who's your friend?"

Sandoval followed her gaze. "I do not know, nor do I care. He's followed me all morning."

Sundance studied the bird closely, then looked to Sandoval, smiling slightly. He had the uneasy feeling she knew something he didn't.

"I would love to stay and talk, but I'm headed out with the other scouts to make sure that pack of wyrsa doesn't wander this way…" She stopped, realizing that he didn't understand or care. She glanced at the bird again. "You might want to talk to Starwind about your friend." Turning away from him, she launched the falcon on her arm into the air and disappeared down the path.

Sandoval watched her leave. She was definitely…different. And she reminded him how little he actually knew about this place. Wyrsa, these birds they all carried, their unfamiliar language, the odd naming scheme… He knew nothing-nothing about these people or their culture. How could he be content to merely stay here with them? He didn't belong here, he belonged…at Zo'or's side. If they remained here, he lost any leverage he'd gained with the Taelon. He was no good to the Synod leader here… Sighing softly at their plight, Sandoval stood, walking in the opposite direction from Sundance. Now, if he could just find his way back to their quarters…

A few moments later, he emerged in a large field containing the Heartstone. The entire area was silent. Two concentric rings of people, including the 'Companion' Yfandes, surrounded the upright stone. Another group stood a ways off, watching. No words were spoken among them. Sandoval surveyed the people, spotting Moondance. He stood off to the side with the others, intently focused on Starwind who was part of the inner circle. Silently, he went to stand beside him. Moondance gave him only a cursory glance-seeming to warn him to remain silent.

He stood, watching-curious as to what held these people's attention so completely. They did not move, they did not talk. It seemed that they did not breathe. Those in the circles stood, their eyes closed. Those outside looked upon them, seeming to note every detail. Minutes passed like hours, the tension tangible in the air.

Without warning, Sandoval felt a slight change in the air around him. Almost unperceptiable, it was indescribable-more a feeling than an actual change… Suddenly blinding pain exploded in his head, spreading through his body like a wave. He screamed in agony and fell to his knees-unable to stand any longer. What…? He flinched as dizziness joined the pain, clouding any thoughts he may have had. Every nerve was afire, a slow, smoldering fire that engulfed his entire being-leaving nothing behind but the pain…

***

End part One