The Werdstone — Three Stones of Destiny teaser
A soft voice urged Mirrortac out of his slumber. He squinted up at the silhouette in the semi-darkness; gradually realising there was a stranger in the cavern with him.
‘Now I see you, the one of the erfin clan, there is resemblance to us. I am Ameece, Maja-tak of the Werd.’
Mirrortac was surprised at the youthful tone Ameece conveyed to his mind. He strained his eyes to see her face but there was a distracting aura that simmered around her form.
‘Welcomeness She of the Werd. This erfin is named Mirrortac.’
‘The name is unfamiliar, yet it seems I have known it always,’ she answered vaguely.
There was a pause as her aura pulsed with a strange light. Then she said, ‘I am about to take you on a journey into your past. Do not be discomforted by the many images you shall be seeing. They offer no harm now.’
Ameece reached down and lifted up a small bundle at her feet. She began unfolding it, and as she did so, a soft light escaped, revealing the rough shape of a large stone that generated its own luminescence. It illuminated the maja-tak’s youthful face. Her fur was as white as snow and her eyes like bright blue jewels.
‘Mirrortac, I want you now to look into this stone and place your mind at its centre.’
But the erfin seemed not to hear as he continued to study her face.
‘Mirrortac, look into the stone,’ she said, still patient.
‘Look into the stone?’ he queried, absently.
‘Yea erfin … look into the stone; the Werdstone.’
‘Werdstone!’ Mirrortac’s eyes leapt to the glowing stone. This was the stone of the knowledge of the Ancients, he thought guardedly to himself.
He admired the stone and silently wondered at the strange luminosity which began to change in hue as he stared into it. Fascinated now by the stone, Mirrortac was almost unaware that it was drawing his mind into it, through the rainbow of yellow, green, blue … and finally, into deep violet. Everything else around him was lost to his sight until the only reality was a streaming tunnel of violet that spun and twisted past him as he sunk deeper under the spell of the stone. He could feel the strong presence of the maja-tak beside him although he saw nothing. They seemed to travel onwards, deeper and deeper into the tunnel while the voice of Ameece echoed around him, reassuring him.
‘Be nought alarmed, Mirrortac. What you are about to see, and feel, and hear and taste and smell will seem real but it be just a vision of the past. Pay no heed.’
Her voice was swept away as the tunnel appeared to explode all around him. There was a brilliant display of flashing colours which fountained out of the centre of the tunnel, gradually filling it with the most startling of visions. Indeed, despite Ameece’s warning, Mirrortac could only gasp with the incredible realness of it all. It seemed that he was standing in the forest of the Divine Green and ahead of him were the floral-clad meretees, dancing along the forest path, hugging trees and singing praises to the forest and its animals. Mirrortac could see the familiar wise form of Shubek ahead of him and felt himself acting out something that had happened so long ago now. He tried to pick up the pace but discovered that he had no control – he was simply the observer now.