In a million shades of gold and yellow, vast fields of wheat swayed gently in the early summer breezes. Clouds drifted across the endless blue skies, gently omitting the sun with hazy shadows cast down upon the ground. The air was heavy with a thick smell, lavender, roses and lime blossom, supported by hints of clover, lilac and moist, warm soil.
Annika turned to her mother, the tall blond woman towering above the little girl looked down to her beloved child and gave her a gentle, but sad smile. Behind them three dark masts with ragged grey sails rose into the dusk calling ahead from the east. Then, the swaying winds tgat had mixed the summery smells, stopped, the smells faded into nothing, the hazy light vanished without warning, replaced by a blue shimmer beyond which was darkness.
Cold empty darkness. Vaguely Annika was aware of others.

Twitching eyes inside the slightly illuminated blue crystal told of the presence of the child’s dream, but not the content. With a great sigh the walls around the crystal started to moan. Mother and child were safe within their crystal, kept company by three more children with one parent.
Ferlon nodded in approval and walked back on deck, the ship sailed once more. The four children were all human, their culture already preserved in the archives of the westward king.

Normally he was sent out to collect people stranded on the western rim around the world, but not too long ago he was tasked with the most unusual of missions he had ever had to embark upon. Whispering in ancient tongues he glared into the rising magical fog with his blind eyes.
“Find the children. A group of each mortal race, take one parent with each child. Once they have agreed to come with you, encase them in crystal.”
“May I ask why?” Ferlon had never looked at the westward King. Eventhough he was blind, he knew to avert his eyes, yet in that moment he had raised he milky eyes of his.
In the darkness of his blindness, occasionally intermittent by magical traces of light giving him his bearings in life, a figure stood before him. A myriad of colors shone from his silhouette illuminating all of the world and beyond for Ferlon. A terrible shadow, cast from the distant past was lying across the future like a prophecy. “I believe I need not elaborate my intentions?” Warthren stared at the perplexed blind magus.
“You do not, your highness!” he had bowed again and retreated.

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