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“You would certainly be overwhelmed if you allowed the evil one and his minions to get into the city!” shouted the Lady.

“It is the Lady... the Lady.”

As the word was whispered in awe around the hall by the eldest elves, Feverfew wondered who this Lady was. She watched as the soldiers escorted the tall slim Lady, who wore a short white cloak and an ankle-length black garment, to the dais. As the Lady and her escort made their way through the elves, they parted like grass beneath a scythe.

The Lady’s face was pale. As she drew closer, Feverfew saw the glint of gray in her long hair. Looking somber, the Lady walked straight to the dais. Suddenly, with a leap, that had those elves nearest the dais gasping with astonishment, she landed, to tower over Baldo and Orleo.

“Lady, why have you honored our city?” asked Orleo, stepping forward.

The Lady smiled as she studied the old elf. “It is good to see you again, Orleo. It has been many years. You haven’t changed a bit.”

Orleo coughed quickly, to hide his embarrassment at the compliment, but he couldn’t hide his blazing red face. He coughed again, then said, “It's a pity we meet in such unfortunate times.” He studied the beautiful Lady. “You say there is another way we can defeat the evil Lord?”

The Lady turned to Baldo. “Yes, but I think we should discuss this in private, don't you?” Turning back to Orleo she said, “I would request a meeting with you, Baldo, the Elders and the council. Also, I would request that one of the Special join us.”

Orleo frowned. “One of the Special?”

“Yes. Her name is, Feverfew,” said the Lady, her eyes seeking out the slim girl.

For a second or two Feverfew was held in the Lady’s gaze. She couldn’t look away. The elf girl was aware that most of those in the hall were staring at her. Feverfew's eyes widened now when Orleo addressed the hall. “The Lady, General Baldo, we Elders and one of the Special, named, Feverfew, are going to the Chamber to discuss a strategy with the council. I would request that all council members be in attendance as soon as possible.”

Several of the nearest elves turned to look at Feverfew as Orleo added, “Go now. Be about your business. When we have settled on a plan, we will summon you here. Go. Be about your business,” he repeated.

As the elves slowly filed out of the hall, discussing loudly about the danger to Collegian and the Sacred Garden, Feverfew stood where she was.

“Feverfew.” She gave a start, when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. It was the Lady. “Come,” she said smiling at the startled girl. “There is much to be discussed.”

In silence, and with a hundred questions filling Feverfew’s head, the Lady led her to the dais. A heavy block in the center of it had already been slid back to reveal broad steps that led deep below. The Lady led the way down, with Feverfew, Baldo, Orleo and four Elders following. The three remaining Elders waited until the others were well below in the bright passageway, before heaving the block back into place. Then they hurried below.

****

As they waited in an ante room to the Chamber, Feverfew heard the commotion. She could hear the heavy breathing of Trolls and the high-pitched voices of the Goblins, as they hurried past the ante room to the Chamber.

All the while, as they waited, the Lady was silent.

Feverfew wanted to ask her so many questions, but she found she couldn't.

****

When they eventually entered the high circular room that was the Chamber, Feverfew saw that Elders from the three other areas of Collegian were there. Goblins, Leprechauns, the tall white-skinned Trolls and over a hundred Elders were seated in slight inclines around the room, leaving an area in the center, where two cushioned seats had been placed.

The Lady led Feverfew to one of the seats. She silently indicated for the puzzled girl to sit down. Then she sat in the other seat, resting her slim arms on the wooden sides.

Now, as Feverfew looked around the Elders again, she could feel the tension in the Chamber.

From a seat above her, Orleo addressed everyone.

“By now, you will all know why you are here. The Sacred Garden is in danger. Batach wants to destroy our sacred tree's magic. It must be saved at all cost. Collegian might fall, every city in the land might fall, but our sacred tree must be saved.” He looked at the Lady.

She glanced at Feverfew for a second or two, then stood up.

“There is a chance,” she said, her clear voice carrying around the Chamber, “an excellent chance, that we can destroy Batach, and his army of monsters, before they reach the outskirts of Collegian.” She paused before adding, “That chance lies within the Silver City.”

At this statement, Baldo rose suddenly. He had been wondering why Feverfew had been allowed to such an important meeting and couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. “Lady, why did you request one of the Special to join us? You must know, this one broke the law, last year, by using forbidden magic?”

The Lady glanced at Feverfew and smiled. “Yes, Baldo, I know all about the incident.”

Feverfew could feel her face growing red with embarrassment as she remembered that terrible day. She would never forget it.

****

The Special, were fourteen young elves, classed as Special, because each was known to possess magic. Their magic had shown itself when they were born. The Special, thirteen boys, and one girl, were taught from birth, always to keep their magic in check, because the use of magic was forbidden by law. Because they had magic, they were treated differently from other children. They were known by all elves as, the Special. Because of who they were, they had been given, and taught to ride, their own unicorns. Other children envied them, and made them know it. The Special were not welcome at ordinary childrens' parties and games. So the fourteen Special grew to depend on each other for their entertainment. The Special, always kept apart from other children, were taught by six of the most intelligent of the Elders.

The day Feverfew broke the law, was a dull day, unusual in that part of the land. Clouds, the color of gun metal had covered the Scallahags, and a sharp biting wind had been blowing from the North. It was on that day the Elders decided to take the Special into the forest. There they were to learn to meditate with the giant oaks. The Special had all been excited, none more so than Feverfew. She was glad to be out of the classrooms, happy to learn something new.

Feverfew was riding beside one of her favorite friends, a boy called Palm. He was a tall boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Even now, when she remembered her magic warning of the danger, she shuddered. She had tried to tell the Elders, but she was forbidden to speak of her magic.

They had stopped at a thick group of the tallest oaks and dismounted near the clearing. Feverfew, had been riding a unicorn mare called, Eon, then, a frisky creature, with a white body and a black tail.

Shortly, when the Elders had instructed the children how to approach the oaks, they had all gathered around one of the tallest and oldest of the trees on the edge of the clearing. The Special were instructed to place their hands on its gnarled trunk.

Feverfew, still aware of the danger, though she didn't know what it was, couldn’t concentrate on the lesson. She tried to warn the Elders again that something was coming, something that warned her of danger, but each time she had tried to speak, one of the Elders silenced her. She wondered later, did any of the other Special sense the danger. They had all been instructed to close their eyes- instructed to allow their minds become one with the great oak, when suddenly, squealing and neighing, and with blood trickling down its front legs, a unicorn came bursting through the trees and into the clearing. Shocked, the Elders had gathered the children together. They had all huddled in the bushes near the oak to watch. Horrified, they saw what had injured the unicorn, for snarling and spitting, two crouching beasts with wolves’ heads, Sleers, three meters tall, with human bodies covered in some sort of animal fur, came bursting through the bushes into the clearing. The unicorn, although very badly injured, neighed with defiance, as the beasts, so intent on their victim they were unaware of the children and the Elders, crouched lower and got ready to leap on it.

It was Feverfew who had broken the silence. “Help it!” she had screamed. But the terrified Elders were too frightened to do anything to help the unfortunate creature. It was just then one of the beasts had leapt on the unicorn’s back. With a roar of pleasure, it tore at the beautiful creature's long neck with its glistening, saliva-filled teeth. The other beast was just about to tear at the Unicorn’s chest, when suddenly something, like a flashing burst of lightning, hit the beast clinging to the unicorn’s back. With a shocked snarl of pain, the ferocious Sleer was thrown off onto the ground. It was then the beasts saw the children. The Elders and the others moved quickly away from Feverfew, who was gaping at the glow coming from her fingers, half shocked, because she realized, it was magic, her magic that had saved the unicorn. She had used magic, broken the law. But she had saved the beautiful unicorn. The Elders quickly herded the children in front of them into the trees, leaving Feverfew alone to face the beasts that had now forgotten about the unicorn and were getting ready to attack her. One of them, roaring like a demon, had leapt at her. With a cry, Feverfew had raised her hands to protect herself. As she did, she almost passed out, when she felt something, a power, erupt from her straight at the beast, throwing it back into the trees. She didn't have to look to know it was dead. The other Sleer, breathing hard, turned to stare into the trees, then back at Feverfew. It tore at its chest, roared its anger at the frightened girl, then suddenly turned and ran back into the trees.

When the Elders returned a short time later, with Baldo and a company of soldiers, they found Feverfew cleaning the unicorn’s wounds.

That evening, she had been brought before the Elders and Orleo. She had pleaded, that the unicorn would have died if she had not used her magic. She tried to explain that she had never used her magic before. Even now, she had explained, she didn’t know how she did use it. But the Elders wouldn’t listen to her excuses. They said it was the law. She was forbidden to use her magic. All the Special were forbidden the use of magic. Every elf in Collegian, was forbidden the use of magic. Feverfew had broken the law.

Feverfew, in her defense, had asked, did the Elders want the unicorn to die? They had answered, rather than have her use magic, yes. Feverfew had been angry at that and had screamed at them saying, they had better imprison her, for if the same thing happened again, she would use her magic. She would break the law.

After, the Elders had ordered her put into the punishment room until they could decide on her punishment. Later, when she had been released, she found out it had been Orleo who had pleaded her case. It had been his suggestion that she was to be kept away from the other Special for a while, in case they would become influenced by her.

Later still, Feverfew had tried to understand what had happened. It had been the first time she had used her magic, even realized how powerful it was. Up until then, she hadn’t really believed she had been born with magic, but now she sensed she had, and it was powerful. Back then she had promised herself she would never use it again. All it had brought her was, misery.

A few days later, Eon was taken from her, because the unicorn she had saved wouldn’t leave her side. It would allow no one else to ride him.

Feverfew had named him, Eager.

****

“I know how she broke the law and saved the life of her unicorn,” said the Lady, smiling at Feverfew. “But,” she added, turning back to Baldo, “Feverfew is to be one of the small company I need to go with me to the Silver City.”

At this Feverfew gasped. Had the Lady really said, they were going to the Silver City? How were they going to get inside it? Even Feverfew had heard, that the strongest of magical wards prevented the most powerful of elves from entering it.

“Small company?” Baldo raised his eyebrows to the Lady.

“Yes, Baldo. I need you, one other of the Special and Orleo to come with me.” She smiled at the old Elder’s surprise. “We are going on a quest to seek the ancient amulet of Tarsis,” she added, answering Orleo’s unasked question. 

The words shocked everyone, but Feverfew, for she had never heard of the amulet.

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“The Tarsis Amulet?” exclaimed Baldo. He frowned. “Is it real? I mean... I've heard... ”

“It is real,” answered the Lady.

“There is no proof the ancient amulet exists, Lady,” exclaimed Orleo. He too frowned. “Have you ever seen it?”

The Lady glanced at Feverfew. “No, but I know with our magic, and the magic from the amulet, we will be a most powerful force. Our combined magic will help destroy Batach and his army.”

“How?” shouted a Troll of enormous size, from the second row. “How do you know?”

The Lady’s eyes flashed angrily. “You doubt me?” she screamed. “Do you?”

Feverfew's eyes widened with shock. She could actually sense the Lady's anger

The Lady seemed to grow bigger, as she took a step towards the Troll and screamed at him again.

The Troll blanched and glanced at those nearest him. “No... no, Lady,” he answered hoarsely. “I do not doubt you.”

Orleo reached out and touched the Lady on the sleeve of her cloak. “We do not doubt what you say, Lady,” he said quietly. “But where within the Silver City would an amulet, with the power that the Tarsis Amulet is supposed to have, be hidden. An amulet is small. The Silver City is a vast place. You might have forgotten it was the ancients who built the Silver City. Including myself, I could count on one hand, the number of elves, powerful elves with powerful magic, who have managed to get inside the city. I was not strong enough, neither were they, to find the way to that area within the Silver City- where the Wizards Keep is. It is the logical place where the amulet would be hidden. Surely... ”

“The amulet does lie somewhere within Wizards Keep,” said the Lady. “Orleo, don't ask me how I know. I know it’s there. We have to get inside the Keep. We have to find the amulet.” Suddenly, she looked around, addressing all those in the Chamber. “We are going now to search for the amulet of Tarsis. Pray that we find it in time. Come,” she said to Feverfew.

“I will gather my best soldiers, Lady,” said Baldo. “I will be with you shortly.”

“No, Baldo. Only you, Orleo, Feverfew, another Special, and I are to go on this quest. I have estimated, it will take us at least three days to reach the Silver City. There will be many dangers on the way. If you could provide unicorn mounts for us, I would like to be on our way at dusk.” She looked around the room again. “If we do not succeed in finding the amulet, then know this, nothing will stop Batach. Nothing, no army, nothing. We have to find the amulet. And if we don’t return with it, then flee for your lives, for nothing will stop the evil one and his followers. Remember this, there is nowhere that will be safe, if Batach is allowed to enter the Sacred Garden. Nowhere.” As shocked murmurs rang around the room, she turned to Orleo. “Orleo, I want you to summon the Special. I will choose one of the boys from them, then we can be on our way. Come, Feverfew. You and I are going to the Sacred Garden. I have counsel to consider.” With that, the Lady left the Chamber leading the wondering excited girl by the hand.

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Outside, Eager snorted when he saw Feverfew walk down the steps with the Lady. His huge pink eyes studied her. At the bottom of the steps the Lady said to Orleo, “Feverfew and I will meet you at the meadow by Sigh Bridge. Bring the Specials there.” Smiling, she turned to Feverfew. “Come Feverfew. I have things to tell you.”

She shocked Feverfew by leaping right over her and landing on Eager's back. The big unicorn gave a startled whinny and glanced at Feverfew. Seconds later, they were on their way.

****

Elves gaped at the Lady and Feverfew, who was sitting behind her, her arms wrapped tightly around the Lady's slim waist, as they rode quickly through the streets.

On the way the Lady said, “Feverfew, remember when you killed the Sleer beast- the one that was attacking your unicorn... Eager, I believe you named him?”

Feverfew nodded, “Yes,” wondering what the Lady was getting at. The beautiful Lady's next words had her frowning.

“It was I who sent Eager to you.”

“You? But...”

“I chose Eager from a herd many miles from here, from beyond the Scallahags. You do know he has magic?”

“He has? I didn’t know,” exclaimed the young elf, girl looking around the Lady's body to study Eager's spiraling horn.

“Yes, as you have.”

At this Feverfew grew angry. “It is forbidden to use magic, to even speak about it.”

“Yes,” sighed the Lady. “A stupid law. But you might be called upon to use it again.” And probably will, she thought.

“I will never use it again,” said Feverfew.

“Never.” The Lady smiled. “Never is a long time. Feverfew you were chosen because ...”

“Chosen?” Feverfew frowned. “What do you mean, I was chosen?”

“You were chosen by the ancients, as their vessel to house powerful magic. You see the ancients were afraid the magic would die. They didn’t want that. You were born with the most powerful of magic. I have been sent to bring that power, that magic, yours and one other young elf male, Special, to fruition. You will be called upon to use it again, for without powerful magic, we will not be able to enter the Silver City.”

“But Orleo has said, very few elves have been there, and... ” exclaimed Feverfew.

“Yes, and they used what little power they had to break through the magic wards that surround the Silver City. But what little magic they had would have been useless, if they had tried to enter Wizard’s Keep.”

“Lady, why does the law forbid the use of magic?” asked Feverfew, growing angry.

The Lady sighed. “It is a long story that goes back to the time when all elves had magic. Most of the elf race had little, but some had much power. The magic was constantly abused, used for profit and entertainment... ”

“Entertainment?”

“Yes. It was used as a toy. That was not the reason it was bequeathed to the elves. It was the Elders who quickly realized, that the magic would destroy their proud race if they did not forbid its use. So laws were passed forbidding the use of magic. It took many years. The magic almost died out. Now only a few elves have magic, the Elders have magic. You know you have magic.”

Feverfew frowned. She was wondering what all this had to do with her. As if reading her mind, the Lady said, “Feverfew, you have powerful magic, but its needs drawing out, it needs to grow. As we make our way to the Silver City, we will encounter many dangers. Hopefully, your magic, the other Special’s magic, and my own magic, will protect us against any beasts or creatures with magic that we encounter. The other dangers are why I would have Orleo and Baldo accompany us.”

“Why do you need another Special to come with us?”

“Because he has magic too- much magic, that will help us, though he doesn’t know how powerful he is yet,” she added.

“Who is it?” asked Feverfew, wondering which of the boys it was. She hoped it would be Palm.

“I’ll know when we get to the Sacred Garden,” said the Lady smiling. “We’re nearly there.”

****

They came in sight of the tall golden gates of the Sacred Garden a short while later.

Feverfew held her breath as they approached the gates. Was she really going to be allowed inside? She had never been in the Sacred Garden. None of the Special had been allowed to enter the wondrous place. Feverfew knew, that only certain Elders were allowed into the Sacred Garden. She had seen the entrance to the garden from afar, but never ever thought she would even be allowed into the garden itself.

****

When they dismounted, Feverfew gasped aloud when the Lady held up a hand. The elf girl gaped when she saw magic flash from it. The left gate glowed for several seconds, then slowly opened.

In a daze, Feverfew watched as the Lady walked through the gate into the garden. 

Feverfew hesitated. Was she really being allowed to go into the beautiful place as well?

The Lady turned. Smiling, she indicated for Feverfew to follow her.

Eager, whinnying nervously, moved slowly back from the gates and began to eat on the succulent red grass growing near the entrance to the garden.

****

The Lady led the way up a narrow cobbled path to a building at the top of a small hill. The scents from the garden were intoxicating. It was all Feverfew could do to keep from fainting as she looked all around her. Flowers and trees, plants of every color, covered the huge garden. She was light-headed by the time they came to the temple.

Here, the Lady took a narrow path that wound its way around the temple and there below, crowded with the most beautiful flowers yet, Feverfew saw the Sacred Tree.

The Lady turned. “We have to hurry. The tree is waiting for us. I have to find out about the amulet.”

Without another word, the Lady headed down the narrow incline.

Soon, both elf girl and Lady were among the flowers and approaching the tree.

As they drew nearer to the tree, it was only then Feverfew realized how beautiful it was. Bright red leaves covered its thick, white, gnarled trunk. The tree was at least ten meters tall. Its branches stretched almost to the ground, leaving a dark, narrow sheltered area near the middle.

The Lady turned. “Feverfew, please stay here. I won't be long.”

The girl watched as the Lady ducked under an overhanging branch and disappeared into the darkness of the shelter.

Feverfew bent and tried to see where the Lady had gone, but all she could see was a misty darkness.

All of a sudden the tree shook violently.

With a gasp, Feverfew stepped back, as several leaves fluttered to the ground all around her, and now sweet music came from all around the tree, that still shook, though not as violently as before.

Feverfew was about to go closer to the tree and peer inside the shelter to see if she could spot the Lady, when all of a sudden she appeared. She was smiling.

“Come, Feverfew. We have one of the Special to pick to accompany us on our journey to the Silver City.”

****

With so many questions filling Feverfew's head, they both mounted Eager. Soon they were riding quickly through Collegian.

****

Several miles later, on the edge of the city, they dismounted. They made their way down to the river. In the distance was Sigh Bridge. Beyond it was a wide, green meadow.

As they headed along the path towards it, Feverfew asked, “Lady, what did the tree tell you about the amulet?”

“The Tarsis Amulet,” said the Lady.

“What powers does it have?”

“Powers? I don’t know. I only know, that with it, we will have a means to destroy Batach.”

“Is it small?”

“I would think so. All amulets are small.”

“Is the Silver City a large place?”

“Yes.”

“And the Wizard’s Keep?

“Yes.”

“Then how in the Lands are we going to find it?”

At this the Lady stopped. Placing her hands on Feverfew’s shoulders she looked into her eyes and said, “Feverfew, I don’t know how we are going to find it. The sacred tree is thousands of years old... thousands of years old. It's been in the Sacred Garden as long as this world was created. The tree told me that the amulet lies somewhere deep within Wizards Keep, as I suspected it would be. We have to find it. Batach must be destroyed. The only weapon powerful enough to destroy him, is the magic from the amulet.”

Feverfew studied her serious face. “You never told me what the tree actually said about the Tarsis Amulet... how it will help us destroy, Batach?”

“No, I never did, did I?” said the Lady mysteriously and began to walk on.

Feverfew hurried to catch up with her.

“Lady... How do you know all this? I mean...?

“They told me,” said the Lady.

Feverfew’s frown deepened. “They? Who?”

“I was sleeping one night, along the Stoykle River, many days from here. One of the ancients visited me in the guise of a beautiful Doe. She told me about, Batach, and about you. The ancient said the amulet would help us destroy the monster.”

“A Doe?”

“Yes. They have used many forms, have the ancients.”

“The ancients. They spoke to you- the real ancients?” exclaimed Feverfew, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Yes,” said the Lady smiling.

They had reached Sigh Bridge by then. The bridge was covered in flowers and vines of all types. Ancient stone, with heathers and other plants growing among the stone joints made up the main part of Sigh Bridge. A short time later, as they were crossing it. As they did they could hear the bridge sigh, as a light, gentle breeze swayed it. On the other side of the bridge they walked through a path of high jasmine bushes and down onto a grassy meadow.

When he spotted the boys riding on their unicorns, Eager whinnied loudly as they came galloping towards them from the far side of the meadow.

Leading them were three Elders.

Baldo, heavily armed, and with a knapsack on his back, was leading a spare unicorn- a huge black mare.

A short while later, they were all rearing to a halt beside the Lady and Feverfew.

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When they had all dismounted, and the male Specials were gathered, as instructed, around the Lady, she spoke quickly. “I have need of one of you to make up the small company that will go with us to the Silver City.”

As she explained why, her eyes flitted around the boys, looking for the sign she had been told to look for by the ancient tree- a sign that would determine who she would take. One boy stood out from the others, not because he was the tallest and had red hair, unusual for any of the elf race, but because of all the boys, he appeared unperturbed by everything the Lady was telling them. His bright eyes burned with intense intelligence. When the Lady glanced at Feverfew, she saw the elf girl too was studying the boy.

Feverfew had always liked Ferol, but he had not shown any interest in her. He had not made any friends among the other boys, always seemed aloof. She wondered why. She sensed he would be the one to be chosen.

“The one who is to accompany us,” continued the Lady, “has dormant magic.”

As the boys and the Elders looked at each other, wondering, the Lady reached into a hidden pocket in her cloak. Removing a small, oval piece of clear glass about ten millimeters thick, she held it up.

“I want each of you to hold this in the palm of your right hand for three seconds. The Crass will tell me who is to be the one who will come with us.”

As she said this, Orleo was studying Ferol. Not him, oh, please not him, he thought.

Everyone watched as the Lady beckoned the first boy closer, then placed the Crass on his hand. The boy frowned, but nothing happened. Another boy moved closer, reached out, again nothing happened. Then it was Ferol’s turn. As the Lady reached out to place the Crass on his hand, everyone heard a strange humming sound. Frowning, the Lady gently placed the Crass on the red-haired boy’s right hand. Suddenly, it began to glow, then just as suddenly the Crass shattered into little pieces of fine dust.

The Lady studied Ferol for a few seconds. Smiling she said, “We have found the fifth member of our small company. Now we are ready to go to the Silver City.”

“No!”

Everyone turned to stare at Orleo. “Not him. It would be better to choose someone else.”

Frowning, the Lady beckoned the old Elder to one side. In silence she listened to Orleo’s reason for his outburst.

“Lady, Ferol is an unruly boy,” whispered Orleo, turning to glare at Ferol. “He's disobeyed the Elders several times. He doesn't mix with the other Specials. I think he's the wrong choice.”

Feverfew tried to hear what they were saying, when suddenly the Lady stepped away from Orleo. “Nevertheless, Orleo, he is going with us,” she snapped, then she walked over to Baldo. “Is everything ready, Baldo?”

“Yes, Lady. I have brought a mare for you and some provisions. We can hunt for food on the way. I thought it wise not to carry too much. You did say we needed to get to the Silver City as quickly as possible.”

The Lady nodded. Turning to the other children and Elders she said, “Thank you for your patience. You may go. I have chosen.” She looked at Orleo.

He sighed heavily and nodded.

****

Seconds later, led by Baldo, the small company were on their way to the Silver City.

A short time later, they were riding along the edge of the river towards the Scallahags.

****

On the way, Feverfew was riding beside Ferol.

Orleo was riding just behind the Lady.

Feverfew studied her. The Lady’s back was ramrod straight and her head was held proudly high. Wondering how the Lady knew so much about everything, Feverfew turned to Ferol and smiled. The boy gave her a glance and looked away. In silence they proceeded at an even pace toward the entrance to a narrow pass that led steeply upwards through the Scallahags.

When they reached the wide pass they dismounted. With Baldo leading his unicorn up the slippery shingle-strewn pass, they followed.

****

A short while later, the pass widened and leveled out. Here, they were able to mount their unicorns again. The sheer rock of the wider pass, rose high above on both sides, until they could just about see the sky.

****

They had been riding for a good half hour and approaching a bend in the pass, when Baldo suddenly held up his hand and reined to a halt. The others reined in, wondering what was wrong. Now they saw Baldo leap from his mount and withdraw his short sword. Putting his forefinger to his lips, he silently told the others to be quiet, then slowly he began to edge forward to the bend. When he reached it, everyone saw him sheath his sword, turn and beckon them.

When they came around the bend they were surprised to see an old man sitting in a chair just outside a huge cave. The chair on which he sat was made of old wood, with strange writings carved into it. The old man’s head rested against a padded sack. He wore a short toga. On his dirty, bony feet he wore light leather, well-worn sandals. Though the man was obviously old, his bright eyes were lively with intelligence. They now danced over the small company as he studied them.

“So you’re going to the Silver City on a quest for the amulet of Tarsis,” he said quietly.

The Lady smiled. “Crocus, you old rascal. What are you doing here?”

Feverfew heaved a sigh of relief. The Lady knew the old man. She turned to smile at Ferol, but he ignored her.

“Won’t you stay awhile?” said Crocus, rising. “Have some refreshment before you continue your journey.”

The Lady looked at Baldo. The General shook his head. He was anxious to get on.

Crocus looked at Baldo and said, “I may have information where within the Keep you may find the amulet.” He smiled, his smile lighting up his pink face. Then without another word he strode into the darkness of his cave.

“Baldo, I think we should accept Crocus’s offer of refreshment, don’t you?” the Lady said smiling.

“Lady we would need to get on,” exclaimed Baldo. He stared into the entrance to the cave. “But the old one might save us time, if he really does know where we might find the amulet.”

Wondering how the old man knew about their search for the amulet, Feverfew followed the others inside the sweet-smelling, dark cave.

They had only walked a couple of meters into the darkness, when they saw Crocus, who was waiting for them. He snapped his fingers. A small spark of light appeared from between his long fingers, grew brighter then left his hand and touched each wall until the whole cave was bathed in a warm bright glow. Now everyone could see how spacious the cave was. Several vases of flowers, each wafting their own beautiful scent to fill the cave, lay along each wall. Beyond, near the back of the cave, where it was darker, was a broad oak table with several sturdy chairs around it.

Baldo suspected that the cave ran deep into the mountain.

On a spit, above strange glowing rocks, that shed no smoke, was the remains of a huge animal. Fat from the cooking animal dripped constantly onto the rocks and dissolved into them.

Suddenly everyone, except the Lady, gave a start, when they became aware of a deep growling noise coming from the darkness beyond the table and chairs.

“Oh, be quiet!” snapped Crocus. He reached to tear a leg from the dripping carcass. With a light throw he flung the leg into the darkness.

Feverfew trembled when she heard the gnashing of teeth as the leg was being torn apart.

“Now,” said Crocus, when they were all seated and he had poured a liquid that looked like orange juice, but tasted much more refreshing, into small wooden beakers, “Tell me everything.” He smiled at Feverfew. “I sense she has powerful magic, Lady.”

The Lady smiled. “Yes, Crocus she has. But look,” she said, glancing at the General, “we would really need to get on. You said you might have information as to the whereabouts of the amulet. You know we don’t have much time.”

Crocus crossed the cave to a small niche in the rock where several parchments lay. He withdrew one of them, looked at it, replaced it then withdrew another. “Ahh, here it is.” Returning to the table he spread out the parchment, using two beakers to hold it open. “This is a rough map of the Silver City,” he said, as Baldo bent closer to study it. “I drew it from memory. It is over 80 years since I’ve been there. Back then, there were few people living in the city. I wasn't able to stay very long. I got out as quickly as I could, for I could feel my magic draining away. I managed to draw this from memory.”

Orleo glanced at the Lady, then he too bent closer to the map.

“Here is the entrance to the tunnel that runs under the city. The entrance, is, or was, warded with powerful magic.”

“Where does it lead?” asked Baldo.

“Does it lead to the Wizards Keep?” asked the Lady, pointing to a small square right in the center of the map.

“Lady, I don't even know if that is the Keep. I assumed it was near there. In answer to your question, no. At least it doesn’t go all the way. I think it comes out about here,” said Crocus, pointing to an area about halfway between the Keep and the edge of the city. He looked at the Lady. “You know there are monsters that defy description roaming the city?” He turned to Orleo. The old elf nodded.

Feverfew glanced at Ferol. Monsters, she thought.

He ignored her.

“I never did find the Wizards Keep. I searched for it for almost a day. I only just escaped with my life,” said Orleo. “My magic was all used up.” He studied the map. “I never knew about the entrance to the tunnel. If I had, it would have made it a lot easier to get into the city. I used a lot of my power breaking through the magic wards that surround the city.” He looked now at the Lady. “There are certainly beasts in the city that are best avoided. When I was there... ”

The Lady rose quickly. “Crocus, where within the Keep would you think the amulet would be?”

“The most obvious place to find out anything would be to seek out the great library there. The books, if they still exist, would tell you where the amulet is,” said Crocus, studying Feverfew. “Her magic needs igniting,” he said quietly.

“You can help?” asked the Lady.

“Yes,” said Crocus, looking now at Ferol. “I can help both of them.” He rose. “Come with me, here, here to the wall.”

Feverfew and Ferol, wondering how the old man could help, walked with him to the wall.

The others watched.

Waving his hand in front of the wall, Crocus muttered several strange words. Suddenly, a light appeared. It just seemed to melt into the old man. Glowing, he turned. “Hold out your hands,” he said hoarsely.

Feverfew and Ferol stared at the glow in Crocus’s eyes, as they held out their hands.

In the darkness, the creature there growled, when Crocus suddenly grabbed Feverfew and Ferol’s right hands. Now the old man stared at the boy and girl. All of a sudden, Ferol began to tremble. Instantly he began to glow all over.

Frightened, Feverfew saw magic swirl, sparkling, flashing and humming with a numbing sound that seemed to echo all around them. Then all of a sudden the sound died away.

With a sigh, Ferol almost fell in a faint, but Crocus, with surprising strength, let go of Feverfew’s hand and grabbed him, then gently lowered him to the ground.

“Is... is he all right?” asked Baldo, studying the pale-faced boy.

“Of course he is,” snapped Crocus, now studying Feverfew.

“He has the magic then?” asked Orleo.

Crocus nodded. He was still studying Feverfew, as was the Lady.

Feverfew could not hide her disappointment. She knew her magic hadn’t shown itself.

Just then Ferol groaned and opened his eyes. Slowly he sat up.

“Was... was that my magic?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered Crocus. “Now you must learn to direct it for good use. And you must learn to summon it quickly.”

Ferol looked at Feverfew.

The girl saw the look of triumph on his face. He seemed delighted she was disappointed.

Crocus caught the look. “Boy,” he hissed, turning to Feverfew. “Her magic would not allow me to summon it. Her stronger magic would not show itself to me.” He smiled suddenly. “But it will come. There’s no doubt about that, it will come. The question is, when, and who will draw it forth. Perhaps, she will have to learn how to do that herself.” Turning back to Ferol he said, “You must learn, and learn quickly boy. There are many dangers on the way to the great city.” Turning, he stared into the back of the cave and said quietly, “Many dangers. Come boy, outside. Let me give you a quick lesson in the use of your gift.”

Gift, thought Feverfew, wishing again her magic had shown itself. But now curious as to what Crocus would teach Ferol, she followed everyone outside.

****

Orleo and Baldo stood by the unicorns. Feverfew was standing a little apart, with the Lady by her side, as Crocus led Ferol to the far side of the pass and told him to stand with his back to the cold rock.

“Now, boy,” he said quietly.

Feverfew studied Ferol. She could see how excited he was. He was trembling and unable to speak.

“Concentration is the key to releasing your magic,” explained the old man. “You must concentrate, command your magic to show itself.” He glanced at Feverfew when he said this, then said to Ferol, “Concentrate. You know your magic is there. Bring it forth. Release its power. It will come.”

“Bu... but,” began Ferol.

“Concentrate!” screamed Crocus, spittle spraying the startled pale-faced boy’s face. “Think of nothing else. Your magic awaits, so release it. It is yours to command, to do with as you will. It is yours. No one else can command it. It is there, deep within, waiting. Bring it forth. Do it. Do it!”

Now everyone saw Ferol close his eyes. At first nothing happened, but slowly the humming sound began. Now everyone saw a glow begin to spread slowly down Ferol’s arms and into his hands. He stretched one, then the other arm, pointing up the pass. Everyone saw tiny magic bubbles floating around the tips of his fingers.

“Release it,” hissed Crocus.

“ZAP!!!!!”

The magic that burst from Ferol shocked everyone, but Crocus and the Lady. The blast shot up the pass and disappeared around the corner there, to smash into the rocks. Just then Ferol opened his eyes. He was smiling. Everyone could see the glow of magic in his eyes.

Feverfew noticed the strange look on his face as he looked at her. Suddenly she grew afraid when he pointed at her.

“No!” screamed the Lady, stepping in front of Feverfew.

“Boy!” shouted Crocus. “Control yourself. Concentrate. Save your magic for when you need it.”

Quickly the glow in Ferol’s eyes died away. Breathing hard with excitement, he looked around everyone.

“It will take a little time, boy,” explained Crocus. “But you will soon be able to call your magic at will. Remember, it is yours to command. Don’t let it command you. Magic can be dangerous if it takes control. You must practice your concentration. Hold your magic in check. Make it do as you command, what you want it to do. Do you understand?”

“I... I think so,” muttered Ferol. “But I feel very strange, tingling all over.”

Crocus smiled at the Lady. “The boy is nearly ready,” he said quietly. “Practice will build his ability in the use of his magic.” He looked at, Feverfew. “Your magic is... how, should I put it... awesome. Yes,” he whispered, shaking his head. “Awesome.”

“But it didn’t show itself,” exclaimed, Feverfew hoarsely. She was almost in tears.

Crocus smiled. “Oh, but it will. When it does show itself there will be nothing that will stop it. I sensed it there, deep within you... right at your very core. Believe me, when I say, that when it does allow you to make use of its power, whoever faces you had better be prepared.” He turned to Ferol. “Perhaps it will be you, boy.”

Now the Lady said, “Crocus, thank you for your help, but I think it is time we were on our way.”

“Yes,” said, Baldo, reaching for the reins of the Lady’s mare.

****

When they were riding away, Crocus shouted, “Look out for yourself, Lady!” Then with a sigh he turned and went back into the cave. At least I have fulfilled the ancients’ wishes, he thought... almost. As his pet crawled from the back of the cave towards him, he wondered why Feverfew’s magic hadn’t shown itself. He shuddered suddenly, when he remembered the feeling he had had when he had sensed her magic. “Awesome,” he muttered. “Awesome.”

5

As the small company headed on through the pass it grew much steeper. The chill within the pass had all of them, except Baldo, even though he was more lightly clad than everyone else, shivering with cold.

But a short time later, even the General was shivering, as they led their unicorns up through the light snow. Soon they were walking through deeper snow. By then the pass was twice as wide.

****

Twenty minutes later, Orleo gave a start, hissing a warning to Baldo as he hurried past him to catch up with the Lady.

“What is it, Orleo?”

“I... I don’t know,” replied the old elf. “But when I passed this way before I felt a presence. It was not as strong as I feel it now. Someone or something is near.”

By then they had all stopped.

Baldo moved to the front and studied the crisp snow stretching in front of them. 

Everyone could see that the end of the pass dropped away. They could just make out a wide valley beyond.

“We have to go through,” said the Lady quietly. “Whatever is there, will have to be faced.” Turning she studied Ferol's eyes. They were wide and alert. The faint glow of magic was shining from them.

“Yes,” said Baldo, withdrawing a short ax. Then urging his unicorn on, he hissed, “Keep close.”

They had only gone about twenty paces, when Orleo shouted a warning.

Horrified, Feverfew and the others saw the thick snow on each side of them grow and form into...

“Stand Ready!” shouted Baldo, leaping from his mount.

The two, four meters tall, man-shaped snow beasts, grew bigger and bigger. They had wide, sharp teeth and glowing black eyes. Their hands were huge, each as big as a digger shovel. Their bodies were spiked all over with thick icicles. They roared together, their deafening sound echoing all around the small company as they moved to attack.

Baldo was the first to react. As one of the snow beasts reached for a terrified Feverfew, the General, screaming a battle-cry, slashed with his short sword at the beast’s hand. Shocked, he saw his ax slice through its wrist. Everyone was surprised when the snow beast showed no sign of pain, as its hand fell to the ground. They realized why, when almost at once, another hand began to grow from its arm.

“Only magic will destroy them!” shouted Orleo. “Boy!”

But Ferol seemed too frightened to do anything.

It was the Lady who came to their rescue. With magic fizzling up her arms and into her beautiful hands, she blasted white magic balls at the nearest of the beasts. With a roar, as the magic flashed and exploded all around its head, it backed away.

But now the other beast was reaching for Feverfew.

“Noooo!” screamed the Lady. “Ferol do something!”

Her scream brought the Special boy to his senses. In an instant he was concentrating, his magic already ripping from his hands straight at the snow beast’s hand, tearing it off. As the hand fell to the ground, the same thing happened to the second beast, another hand began to form on its body.

But now, the beast the Lady had attacked, began to fire deadly sharp icicles at her.

Waving her hands in front of her slim body she warded the deadly missiles away.

Meanwhile, Ferol had commanded his magic to show itself. As it burst from both his hands into the snow beast’s heads, he smiled. He knew his magical barrage was too powerful for the beasts. First, one lost its head and slumped back onto the ground, then the other followed.

As Feverfew and the others watched, the snow beasts disappeared, to become part of the snow-covered ground again.

Orleo tilted his head as he listened. “They’re sleeping again,” he declared, turning to Ferol. “You did well for a... for a boy.”

Ferol smiled and glanced at Feverfew.

She could see his eyes were still glowing. “Thank you Ferol,” she said smiling. “You saved me.”

Ferol shrugged, gave her a cold look, and looked away.

As Baldo retrieved his, and the Lady’s unicorns, she too praised Ferol. “You were magnificent, Ferol,” she said. “Your concentration was exceptional.” She turned to Feverfew. “Did you feel anything, Feverfew?” she asked. “Anything at all? Your magic?”

Feverfew shook her head and lowered her eyes. All she had felt was fear.

“Come,” said Baldo. “It’s time we rode to somewhere warmer.”

Shortly, they were riding through the pass and down towards the valley.

****

Everyone’s spirits lifted, as the snow fell away behind them. Soon the damp smell of grass filled their lungs. All the while they descended into the valley, it grew warmer.

By early evening of that first day, they were riding through the valley towards Eping Forest. 

****

As they approached the trees, Orleo whispered something to Baldo.

He turned to the others. “Stay close to each other,” he warned.

The tone of his voice warned them, there were more dangers in the forest.

Feverfew glanced at Ferol. When he looked at her, she saw the smirk on his face. He was obviously enjoying himself and was looking forward to using his magic again.

Eping Forest was similar to all oak forests in the Land. Feverfew had heard of the vast forest of course, and of the beasts and creatures who lived there. She had never believed the stories she had heard until now, as she rode beside the Lady around a thick oak.

Eping was a dank place. The semi-light of the interior gave off a dull-green color. The ground was strewn with twigs, dry leaves and the droppings of some of the birds and animals that lived in the forest. There were few forest creatures to be seen though, among the tall oaks. Occasionally, they heard the caw of a crow that echoed around them, until another would caw. Once they heard the most terrifying roar.

“What was that?” whispered Feverfew.

The Lady smiled. “Don’t worry Feverfew. Whatever it is, is too far away to do us harm.

“But what was it?” insisted Feverfew.

The Lady’s smile disappeared. “One of the forest beasts. They rarely show themselves during the day.” I believe, she thought, narrowing her eyes as she looked ahead.

Feverfew studied the beautiful woman. How does she know everything?

****

An hour later, they were deep within the forest. Here the trees grew twice as tall, though much wider apart. The silence was unnerving.

When Feverfew saw Baldo reach to hold the hilt of his short sword, she looked at the Lady. Her face was paler than usual.

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed from behind one of the trees. It would have pierced Orleo’s heart, had not the old elf caught it with both hands. Magic fizzled from them into the arrow and it fell broken to the ground.

“Halt!” shouted a voice.

Everyone heard rustling in the branches above. Whoever or whatever is hiding there, thought the Lady, there are a lot of them.

Immediately, Baldo leapt from his unicorn, at the same time withdrawing his sword. Holding onto the reins he searched the trees. “Keep hold of your mounts,” he hissed, as everyone began to dismount.

Now the tallest man Feverfew had ever seen, stepped from behind a tree. Beside him, and a little behind, stood four smaller men. All of the men were taller than the Lady.

“Reavers,” hissed Orleo.

Even Feverfew knew what the Reavers were- robbers who usually stripped people of all their valuables and sometimes killed them. They were known to be fierce fighters and usually traveled in gangs of twenty.

The tall Reaver, who was obviously their leader, wore a light band around his long fair hair. He was heavily armed. Several daggers hung from around his broad shoulders and a long bow and a quiver of arrows hung on his back. The Reaver leader wore a light tunic and brown trousers. High leather boots covered his massive feet. He scowled now, as he pulled his bow from his back and gripped it tighter.

“Well travelers,” he growled. “What brings you into the trees?” He studied the small company, his eyes playing on the Lady the longest.

“Reaver, we have no quarrel with you,” said Baldo, taking a bold step towards the Reaver leader. “Leave us be.”

The leader turned to the four others and chuckled, “Leave them be. What do you say, lads, shall we leave them be?”

A burly man with several deep scars on his pock-marked face, growled, “Let’s pick them clean and be on our way, Dardo. We have to meet up with the others by nightfall.” This Reaver was similarly dressed to his leader, yet his muscled arms were bare.

Baldo glared at him. “You know who we are?” he asked.

“General, everyone knows who you are, and the Elder. It’s the others who puzzle me,” said the tall Reaver leader, studying the Lady.

“It is time for plain speaking, Reaver,” said the Lady, releasing her unicorn’s reins and walking to stand beside Baldo. “We are on a quest to the Silver City to...”

“The Silver City,” sneered the pock-marked Reaver.

“We seek the ancient amulet of Tarsis,” said the Lady, ignoring him, her eyes fixed on the Reaver leader.

“The amulet?” Dardo frowned.

“Enough of this nonsense growled another of Dardo’s cohorts. “Let’s take them.”

“We need the amulet to save the Land,” shouted Orleo.

“Save the Land? What foolishness is this?” asked Dardo.

“Batach and his monsters from the Netherworld are on their way to attack Collegian. They have already destroyed Callagorm Keep. They will reach Collegian in a few days,” shouted Orleo. “The amulet is the only weapon strong enough to halt Batach and his army. We have to find it.”

“Batach,” exclaimed Dardo, frowning and glancing at his companions. “How do I know you are telling the truth?”

“You don’t, Reaver,” answered the Lady, taking another step towards them. “But perhaps a warning. If you try to stop us you will regret it.”

“Regret!” shouted the Reaver leader. “You dare threaten us. You dare...” In a flash he had notched an arrow to his bow. Quickly the other Reavers, withdrawing their weapons, spread out.

“Wait!” shouted Baldo, then suddenly plunged his sword into the ground. Addressing Dardo he shouted, “Reaver, I am well aware of your laws. I know you will be obliged to let us go, if I challenge and defeat you, or anyone you nominate to fight me.”

At this Dardo lowered his bow. He smiled. “A challenge, little General.”

“Yes.”

Feverfew frowned. Surely the General was no match for the Reaver leader, who was almost three times his height.

“You know our laws well, General,” said Dardo, studying Orleo and the others. “They are agreed?”

Baldo turned.

“General, I am aware of the great fighter you are but you will have no chance against the likes of that giant. I won’t allow it,” hissed Orleo.

“Some of us will get injured or killed, if I don’t fight him and win,” said Baldo quietly. He looked at Ferol. “The boy’s magic has not shown itself.”

“No,” muttered Orleo, glaring at the Special.

“General,” whispered the Lady. “You will nominate me. I will fight the Reaver.”

Everyone stared at her,

“No, Lady,” exclaimed Baldo. “It was I who issued the challenge. It will be I who will fight.”

“Baldo, I am leader of this company. I will fight the Reaver.” She smiled. “Have you no faith in me?”

Baldo frowned.

“Have you nominated yourself, little man!” shouted Dardo. “Or are any of the others too cowardly.”

Baldo studied the Lady. His frown deepened. There was nothing he could do. She was the leader of their company. He turned to the Reavers. “I nominate the, Lady,” he said, pulling his sword from the ground. Turning to the Lady he reached to hand it to her. Smiling, she pushed it away.

As he studied the Lady, Dardo frowned, but a smile slowly spread on his face. He turned and whispered to the others. One of them gave a guffaw, the others began to smile.

“And I nominate, Garson,” said Dardo, turning to look back into the trees. “Garson!” he called. “Come here! I have a job for you!”

Feverfew's eyes widened with horror, when they all saw the creature called, Garson amble from out of the trees.

Garson was more a monster, than a human- hump-backed, with one eye 60 millimeters lower than the other, in fact, he looked like Quasimodo, from the story of, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but he was more than twice as big. He studied Feverfew and the others now, wondering which of them he would be asked to break in half. Garson’s wild, staring eyes landed on Feverfew. Saliva dripped from his lips down his stubble-covered broad chin and onto his wide chest. He hoped it would be the slim girl.

6

Garson’s arms were bare and muscled like no other humans. The veins on them stood out like electric cables. It was obvious he was immensely strong. His fingers were short and stubby, but possessed the strength that could easily snap an oak tree in half. 

Garson gave a cry of delight, when he saw the Lady step in front of the others. She was to be their champion.

“Well, Garson,” said Dardo, a wide smile on his swarthy face. “A bit of fun for you today, eh.”

Garson hardly glanced at Dardo as he grunted a reply. His eyes fixed on the beautiful Lady.

“Let the fight take place!” shouted Dardo.

The Reavers standing behind him moved back.

Baldo ushered Feverfew and the others back as well.

Feverfew, almost afraid to breathe, saw the giant Garson stumble towards the Lady, who was standing perfectly still. She appeared unafraid.

Two seconds later, Garson was within reaching distance of his opponent. Grinning, with the anticipation of tearing the Lady apart, believing she was too shocked to move, he reached for her. It was then the Lady struck. With both of her glowing hands cupped into fists, she clapped them hard onto Garson’s deformed ears.

Everyone, except Garson, heard the thud.

With a shocked groan, he fell unconscious to his knees.

Glaring at Dardo, the Lady placed her foot on Garson’s face and pushed him back.

The Reaver leader gaped at his unconscious champion lying on the ground. With a sudden curse he notched an arrow to his bow, but instantly the Lady sent a blast of magic ripping at the bow. It shattered in the shocked Reaver’s hands.

“You would break Reaver Law?” screamed the Lady, her eyes wide with anger.

Dumbfounded, Dardo gaped at his useless weapon, as the other Reavers waited to see what he would do.

Dardo studied Garson for a second or two, then looked at the Lady. Her jaw was set determinedly. Quickly the Reaver leader made up his mind.

“I will not break Reaver Law, Lady. You and your company may pass unharmed,” he said quietly.

At this, the pock-marked Reaver growled angrily.

“They won!” shouted Dardo, glaring at him. “We are honor bound to let them pass.” He glared at Baldo. “Take them and get out of my sight and count yourselves lucky.” Now he put two fingers into his mouth and whistled. In seconds, over fifty Reavers came hurrying through the trees to gather beside him.

“They are to have free passage!” shouted Dardo, as Baldo quickly led everyone past them into the trees.

As the small company disappeared into the trees Dardo studied Garson. The creature was recovering. Who was she? he wondered. All of a sudden he shuddered, when he thought about Batach. I’ll have to get my gang to a safe place, if there is one. His mouth was dry as he shouted, “Get the caravans ready! We are on the move again!” He thought about the Lady again as he watched three Reavers helping Garson to his feet. He hoped the small company would find the amulet, though he didn’t think they would. Even if they did, how could they ever hope to stop the monster, Batach?

****

A short while later, the small company had reached the center of Eping Forest. It was getting dark as they approached a tight cluster of giant trees.

As they slowed, Baldo sniffed at the air. “I smell water,” he said to Orleo.

Soon they had pushed through the trees and just beyond a wide clearing, they came to a lake. A light mist covered the surface of the calm water. No one could see the far side.

Baldo indicated a flat grassy area by several trees that grew closer together near the edge of the lake, and said, “We’ll make camp there for the night.”

As they sat on the grass, Feverfew only then realized how tired she was. Her eyelids were so heavy she could hardly keep her eyes open. A few minutes later Feverfew and Ferol were asleep.

As they slept, Orleo and the Lady discussed their quest, while Baldo was standing guard on the edge of the lake.

“Lady,” asked Orleo. “Why has Feverfew’s magic not shown itself? I believed it would have long ago, but there's been nothing.” He looked now at Ferol. “I wonder who his father is- where he is? Whoever he is, I wonder does he know about his son’s powers?”

“You say his father was a human?”

“Yes. The boy is half-blooded. Sure, look at his hair. No elf has hair that color.”

“Who was his mother?”

“A royal elf, who died giving birth to him. If the boy found out he had a human father, I don’t know what he would do.”

“He’ll have to be told sometime.” The Lady sighed suddenly. “Orleo do you think we are on a fool’s errant?”

The old elf smiled. “The ancients can’t be wrong, Lady. We might feel like fools, going on this quest, but it’s better than staying in Collegian just waiting for the evil Batach and his army to overrun us.”

“Yes,” agreed the Lady. She smiled at Orleo and patted his hand. “I’m glad you are with us Orleo. You asked about Feverfew’s magic. Crocus has said it will show itself. His wisdom is not to be discarded.”

“The boy’s magic did not show itself when the Reavers stopped us.”

“I believe his magic will only show itself and act against monsters. That lumbering fool wasn’t a monster, just an unfortunate, who was being used by the Reavers.” She sighed again. “Orleo, what were your experiences within the Silver City?”

Now it was the wise elf’s turn to sigh. “Ah, it was over four hundred years... a long time ago.” He sighed. “At first when I came to the magical wards that twisted around the city, protecting it, I sensed how powerful that magic was. I thought I’d never be able to break through and enter the city. But I managed it somehow, and oh, Lady,” exclaimed Orleo. “It was such... such a beautiful place. There were beautiful parks, magic was everywhere. I soon became aware of other beings there, though they never showed themselves, I felt their presence. But the magic, I’ve never seen its like before, not even when the half-blood’s showed. It was a different type of magic in the city.” He gulped then said, “The monsters too were everywhere. I had to watch out for them. It...”

Suddenly the Lady grabbed his arm and stared past Baldo at the lake. “We are being watched,” she whispered.

As they scrambled to their feet, Baldo too sensed the danger. Withdrawing his sword, he moved back from the lake.

Together now, Baldo, Orleo and the Lady watched as the Lake Hag rose from the mist about twenty meters out in the water.

The Hag had long, white hair and wore a black, tattered garment. As the creature floated nearer they could see its horrible twisted face. It looked ancient and was lined with a thousand wrinkles.

As the Hag drifted even nearer, Orleo and the Lady could sense the evil emanating from it.

“The boy,” hissed Orleo. “Waken him.”

Immediately Baldo raced to Ferol and began to shake him awake. The General breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw the magic glow from Ferol’s eyes, for he knew only magic would kill the Lake Hag.

Ferol's eyes were drawn instantly to the Hag when he stood up.

When the General and Ferol hurried over the others, the Hag gave a start when she saw the magical glow coming from Ferol. Stopping, she pointed a finger at him and said in a hoarse numbing voice, that had the hair creeping along the back of Baldo’s neck, “He has magic?”

“Aye!” shouted Orleo. “Powerful magic, so begone! We do not wish you harm. We are travelers seeking the peace of rest!”

“Begone you say!” screamed the Hag, studying Ferol. “Aye, he has magic, but it is not half as powerful as mines.” Slowly she raised her finger.

Suddenly, with a shocked cry, Ferol was lifted right off the ground.

As he dangled in mid-air Orleo screamed, “Concentrate boy! Draw your magic into play! Concentrate!”

But Ferol appeared helpless, too terrified to concentrate. Even if he could, the Lady sensed his magic would not be powerful enough to destroy the Lake Hag. I have to do something to help him, she thought.

“Hag!” she shouted. “Let the boy go. I agree the boy's magic is not as powerful as yours.” She pointed at the sleeping Feverfew. “But the girl. She is the more powerful one. I would not dare to waken her, for her magic would destroy all of us!”

The Hag’s eyes widened slightly as it studied the sleeping girl. Suddenly, with a flick of her finger, she released Ferol and he fell to the ground. He was unhurt. As he scrambled to his feet, the Hag drifted closer, its black eyes still fixed on Feverfew. The Lake Hag frowned, then hissed, “You lie.”

The Lady smiled, though she was terrified. “Then let your magic seek hers!” she shouted.

At this the Hag hissed and spat, but she allowed magic to trickle from her raised hand up her finger and straight towards Feverfew’s head.

“THAAAP!”

Like an elastic band the Lake Hag’s magic snapped back at her. With a shocked screech the Hag floated further out into the water. As it did, the Lady screamed, “Go now! Go, or I will awaken the girl and tell her to destroy you!”

Trembling, the Hag stared at Feverfew. Everyone could see she was afraid. Suddenly, with a curse, in a language no one knew, the Lake Hag disappeared beneath the water. When it was gone, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

****

Later, as everyone sat together discussing what had happened, Ferol said, “I’m sorry Lady, but I was too terrified to concentrate.”

“Just as well,” said the Lady. “The Hag would have been too powerful for you. My ruse about waking, Feverfew worked.” She smiled at Ferol. “But you did well. You will learn to overcome your fears and concentrate.” She patted his hand. “You will learn.” He will have to, and quickly, she thought.

Ferol studied Feverfew, who was still sleeping, unaware of all that had happened.

A few minutes later, Baldo was on guard again, while Orleo and the Lady settled down to sleep.

****

Around the middle of the night, the Lady woke. Looking over at Feverfew she gave a start, when she saw a ball-size glow hovering above the girl's body. Before she could shout a warning, the strange glowing ball had moved to Feverfew’s feet, then hovered up the length of her body to her head. The Lady gave another start, when suddenly the ball disappeared with a low ‘Pop!’ into Feverfew’s head. Wondering about the magic, the Lady scrambled silently to her feet and made her way towards Feverfew.

Baldo had his back to them and was unaware of what had happened, as the Lady studied the sleeping girl. She appeared to be all right.

Suddenly Feverfew’s eyes opened. They were glowing. A low voice came from her mouth, but the Lady knew it wasn’t Feverfew’s voice. Someone, or some being had taken control of the young elf girl.

“When you reach White Valley you must seek out the ancient Dragon. It will help her...”

“Her?”

The next words shocked the Lady. “The Feverfew... her magic is dying. If her magic isn't allowed to flower, she will die... and soon... ”

“No,” gasped the Lady.

Startled, Baldo turned.

7

“Yes,” said the low voice, that the Lady sensed was male. “Even now, I can feel it ebbing away. She needs to go to Horse Valley, where the horse people live. She must be helped to bathe in the Pool there. The rejuvenating waters will help restore her powers. But you must hurry. Hurry...”

Suddenly, Feverfew gave a cry and woke.

By then Baldo was standing beside them, his sword drawn, as he looked all around.

“What’s wrong?” asked Feverfew, staring up at them. Frowning, she studied the Lady’s face. The beautiful troubled Lady looked paler than usual.

The Lady turned to Baldo. “We must leave now.”

Baldo glanced at Feverfew. He knew something was wrong, but it wasn’t his place to ask.

Just then Orleo came over.

Baldo woke Ferol and they quickly began to pack up their equipment.

As they were busy, the Lady explained to Orleo what she had seen and heard.

“We have to get Feverfew to the valley of the horse people- wherever that is.”

“I know where it is,” said Orleo. “Why?”

“Feverfew must bathe in the Pool there.”

“The Pool,” gasped the old elf. “You know about the magic Pool?”

“A little. It was the ancients who told me Feverfew’s magic is dying. It must be replenished before we reach White Valley.”

“White Valley... where the dragon lives?” exclaimed Orleo.

“Yes,” said the Lady, studying Feverfew. “You know where it is?”

“We should reach the valley of the horse people by midday. If we leave at once,” said Orleo, turning to look at Ferol, who was helping Baldo saddle the unicorns. “White Valley lies a good day’s journey beyond.” He frowned. “Lady, have you heard of the dragon?”

The pale-faced Lady sighed. “Yes,” she said, her voice suddenly hoarse and her lips dry with fear.

****

A short time later, the Lady and the others were riding around the lake. It took them almost two hours to reach the far side. By then it was a bright moonlit night. As they entered the trees one of the moons disappeared.

****

They traveled as fast as they could through the trees. By the time the sun rose, they were all feeling tired. After a short rest they traveled on. A good while later, they were approaching a broad valley, with two high mountains on each side of it.

Horse Valley, was a quilt of many thousands of green fields. Two miles away, at the bottom of the valley lay a forest of red trees.

Flowers of every color imaginable and types of insects, the like of which Feverfew or Ferol had never seen before, danced around them, as they made their way down the valley. Bees, the size of Feverfew’s hands, buzzed everywhere, feeding on Nectar. Butterflies, a kaleidoscope of color, some the size of eagles, flew in their erratic way further down the valley. The scent of the beautiful flowers had Feverfew smiling as Orleo pointed to the path that wound its way further down. “We have to get to yonder forest.”

Wondering what was there, as they rode deeper into the valley, each of the small company could feel the uneasiness of their unicorns.

All the way down, Feverfew had felt as if someone or something was watching them, but twenty minutes later they slowed as they approached the trees.

Red birds, with black beaks, flew around the trees as Orleo said, “We’d better dismount here.” He looked into the trees. “They dwell near the center of the forest.”

“Who?” exclaimed Baldo, as he jumped off his mount, then rushed to help the Lady dismount.

“The horse people,” said Orleo.

“Horse people?” Baldo stared at the Lady.

“And the Pool,” said the Lady.

“It is also there,” said Orleo. “I know the way.”

****

Wondering about the horse people and the Pool, the General took up the rear as Orleo now led the way. They had been walking their mounts, moving slowly through the trees for nearly fifteen minutes, when they began to hear squeals, shrieks and loud neighing. Just when the sound of splashing came to them, they were staring through the trees at the scene before them.

Feverfew and Ferol gasped with wonder.

A pool, as black as night and as large as a lake, was crowded with strange creatures. Around the near side of the pool were several diving boards constructed of small saplings bound together by twine. Some were as high as twenty meters. Others, as low as a few feet. But it was the people, the horse people, that had Feverfew gaping. Adults and children, all with the bodies of humans, but the heads of horses. The noise of squealing from the younger horse people was deafening, as they queued up to climb onto a high board to dive into the pool. On a flat area to their right, sat over a hundred female horse people. Lying on wicker type mats were tiny babies, all had horses' heads. 

Suddenly, a huge male neighed a warning. Every horse creature turned to stare at the small company as they emerged from the trees. As four of the biggest horse people came rushing towards the Lady and the others, neighing in a threatening way, Feverfew gulped.

Thousands of huge glistening eyes were glaring at them.

With a startled whinny, the tallest of the four horse people stopped in front of the Lady. “Lady,” he exclaimed. “I am sorry. I did not recognize you. Forgive me. My name is Hectore. I am leader of our tribe.” Before the Lady could reply, Hectore turned to the other horse people and shouted, “It is the Lady! She has come to save us!”

Immediately, there was a huge clamor, as the horse people broke into cheers. 

Frowning, Orleo turned to the Lady. He too was wondering what Hectore meant- save us?

She shook her head, telling him she didn’t know either what Hectore meant.

Now a horn sounded from somewhere at the far side of the Pool. Almost at once there was a quick surge to get out of the water. In a few seconds it was empty. 

Feverfew and the others saw the water begin to get clearer and glow brighter and brighter. As it did, the horse people began to sigh and hum, a haunting sound that had the hair crawling along the back of Feverfew’s neck.

“The Pool shows its magic now, yet when the horse people swam in it a few seconds ago there was no evidence of it,” whispered Orleo.

“Yes,” said Hectore. “And that is why we need your help, Lady. Our Pool refuses to give us the magic we need to go out into the valley and feed. We can’t survive without it. We don’t know why it has refused to allow its magic enter us. In days past, we only needed to bathe in it for a short while, then we could go out to the valley and beyond. But now, all the tribe refuse to move far from it, in case the magic should show itself again. Lady, if we don’t receive its magic soon, we will all die. We dare not leave the Pool. Its magic might come and we might not be here to receive it. Already, without it, several of the older ones are ill.”

The Lady frowned. “Why do you believe I can help you?”

“Because you are the, Lady... Bayrum has told us you would come.”

“Bayrum?” exclaimed Orleo. “Is she still alive? Why she must be... what? A thousand years old. No, she can’t be alive... surely...”

The four horse people nodded.

“Where is this, Bayrum?” asked the Lady. “I would speak with her.”

One of the four tall horse people pointed to the far side of the Pool. “The wise Bayrum lives there.”

“Then we should go and see her,” said Orleo.

“No!”

Hectore’s angry shout startled him.

“Only the Lady can speak to the great one,” he said.

“How can we get to the far side?” asked the Lady, looking around. She could see no boat.

“The craft to carry you across will be summoned at once, Lady,” said the tallest of the horse people. “But only you may get aboard it.”

“I will be taking one other,” said the Lady, glancing at Feverfew.

At this, Ferol scowled.

“It is forbidden!” shouted Hectore.

The Lady turned to him. “I will be taking Feverfew with me,” she snapped. “You do need our help?”

“Yes, but...”

“Then Feverfew and I will get aboard the craft. Now summon it at once...”

Hectore stared at the Lady's angry eyes. He looked at the others, then nodded. Everyone watched now as Hectore walked to the edge of the pool and neighed loudly. The shrill sound echoed across the glowing Pool.

Looking around, Feverfew could see that most of the adult horse people were trembling. Then a movement to her right caught her eye, a shimmering boat, floating towards them out of the glow. Seconds later, it was bumping against the bank.

Shortly, the Lady was leaping onto it.

Feverfew hesitated. The boat appeared opaque and looked like it wouldn’t be strong enough to carry the two of them.

“Don’t be afraid. I will carry you both safely across,” came the buzzing words in her head.

I’m not, she thought, and she wasn’t, as she jumped aboard, wondering who the voice belonged to.

In a moment the strange craft was moving away from the bank. As they floated across the mist-covered surface to the far side, they lost sight of Baldo, Orleo, Ferol and the horse people.

****

The boat bumped to a stop at the bottom of a narrow, shingle strewn path that led upwards to a grove of trees. When they jumped onto the path, Feverfew looked back to see the boat disappearing into the mist.

“Come, Feverfew,” whispered the Lady taking her hand. “Bayrum is waiting.”

They reached the grove of trees shortly, and it was there they saw her- the ancient being, that was Bayrum... the being, that had told the horse people the Lady would come to save them.

8

Snail like in appearance, only three times as big as the Lady and Feverfew together, Bayrum had huge kind eyes. Though the being didn’t seem to have a mouth, Feverfew sensed it was smiling. As they approached, Bayrum’s eyes never left Feverfew. Small hands, that appeared to be made of sponge, slipped constantly in and out of the strange being’s body. The Lady and Feverfew could see the flickering of magic sparkling from them. The magic was like tiny lightning bolts. On Bayrum’s back, was a silver shell that glowed brighter as she studied the Lady now.

“You have come seeking my help,” it said, in a voice that was so soft, Feverfew could hardly hear it.

“Yes, great one,” answered the Lady. “The ancients have told me you can help Feverfew draw out her magic. We are...”

“Going to the Silver City to search for the Tarsis Amulet,” interrupted Bayrum.

“Yes, we...”

“Need it to destroy the evil one, Batach.”

The Lady smiled. “Explanations are a waste of breath to you, Bayrum. You know everything.”

“Not everything, Lady. I do not know the whereabouts of the amulet you seek. I know it is within the Keep, but where within Wizard's Keep it lies...?”

“Bayrum, we don’t have much time.”

“No,” said Bayrum, studying Feverfew now.

The magical being sighed, then said quietly, “I do not have the power to draw out her magic.”

Feverfew turned to the Lady. Disappointment was written on her face.

“I can, however, allow myself to seep inside her and find out what will trigger her power. There, I may be able to help.”

Feverfew frowned. Trigger my power? Seep into me? She looked at the Lady for an explanation.

“If you will allow me, Feverfew,” said Bayrum. Now a startling change happened to the strange being. Slowly its metamorphosis began.

Feverfew’s eyes widened with wonder when she saw the ancient creature suddenly turn into an old woman, a very, stooped old woman, with a deeply lined, almost white face.

“This is what I would really look like,” Bayrum said in a hoarse deep voice. “The form I use lets me live longer. But I have to change again, Lady,” she said. “With your permission, Feverfew.”

The Lady looked at Feverfew. “Are you ready, Feverfew?” she asked.

“Ready?”

“I must seep into you,” said Bayrum. “I must seek out the core of your power. I must find out what will trigger it.”

“Wha... what do you mean by seeping into me?” asked Feverfew.

“I must become one with you,” explained Bayrum. She smiled. “Do not worry. I will not harm you. I couldn’t harm you if I wanted to.”

Feverfew looked to the Lady for advice. She smiled, and nodded that it was all right.

Gulping, Feverfew turned to Bayrum.

Stretching, Bayrum touched Feverfew on both shoulders.

The girl trembled at her touch for several seconds. Suddenly, strange images appeared, until darkness closed in around her like a cloak. With a little sigh the elf girl passed out.

The Lady studied Feverfew when she saw Bayrum change again to become a glowing syrupy substance that now slipped into Feverfew’s open mouth.

A short time later, the old woman, with her face distorted with pain, emerged again. In seconds she become the snail being again.

The Lady could see Feverfew's face was as pale as her own. The elf girl was breathing evenly, though still in a faint.

“The power,” whispered Bayrum. “Oh, my, the immense power she has, Lady. I couldn’t even reach the core of it. I intended to allow a little of my magic to key it, but I wasn’t prepared for the protective magic the girl possesses.” Bayrum’s eyes glistened as it said quietly, “My own most powerful magic is gone now. Feverfew’s magic took it. It is hers now to do as she wills. I was only able to magic the trigger in place.”

“Your most powerful magic is gone?” exclaimed the Lady frowning. “But you...”

“Will die soon. Without it, I cannot survive.” Bayrum sighed. “But don’t concern yourself, Lady, and please, please don’t tell the elf girl. I am happy to have done what the ancients wanted. I have lived a long time. Living was a burden to me.”

Just then Feverfew woke. With the Lady’s help she rose to her feet.

“Did it work?” she asked.

“The trigger is in place, Feverfew,” answered Bayrum, looking at the Lady. “It will take a while, but your power will be allowed to show itself. How or when, I don’t know. But it is certain it will show itself when you encounter the thing, or the one, who will extract it from you. Be prepared. Now, Lady,” Bayrum said, “you must use your magic to save the horse people. And after, Feverfew must bathe in the Pool.”

“How?” exclaimed the Lady. “How can I save them? I don’t have powerful enough magic to do that?”

“You have. It only takes a little,” said Bayrum. 

“A little? Then why didn’t you...”

“I? I could have at any time, but I had to make sure you would come. It will only take a little concentration to bring the Pool’s magic out. Just point at the Pool, and allow your magic to flow into it. You will see. Now if you don’t mind, I must sleep. All of a sudden I feel very tired. I have just a little magic to allow the boat to take you back. Goodbye, Feverfew and good luck.”

“Th... thank you,” said Feverfew, wondering what Bayrum meant, about having just a little magic to allow the boat to take them back.

By the time the Lady and Feverfew reached the bottom of the path the boat was waiting. Shortly they were being carried across to the other side.

****

Orleo studied Feverfew the instant they landed. She doesn’t seem any different, he thought. He looked at the Lady.

She frowned and shook her head. Orleo would find out later what had happened.

“Lady,” said Hectore. “Can you help us?”

Turning, the Lady looked at the Pool. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Bayrum has shown me the way. The great one has also said, that when the magic is restored to the Pool, she is not to be disturbed again- ever.” She looked directly at Hectore.

“Lady,” he whinnied. “If the magic is restored to our Pool, we will be happy. We will leave the great Bayrum at peace.”

“Then please tell everyone to stay out of the Pool until I am finished.” With that the Lady walked down to the Pool. Stretching her right hand out over the water, she allowed her magic to flow into her fingers. Suddenly, a blast of magic, that shocked all the horse people standing nearby, shot straight to the center of the Pool. Immediately, the Pool began to glow brighter and brighter, until no one could look at it. When everyone could, they saw the Pool was as clear as crystal. A light blue glow was coming from it.

“It is as we remember it!” neighed Hectore. “The magic has returned!” He turned. “Lady would you mind if I test the water?”

The Lady smiled. “Feverfew must bathe in it first.”

“Me?” exclaimed Feverfew frowning.

“Yes. The ancients, and Bayrum, have said you must bathe in the Pool. Do it now, because I can see the horse people are anxious to bathe in it too. Go on, Feverfew. It’s all right.”

Everyone watched now, as the girl walked slowly to the edge of the Pool. With a sudden cry she leapt into it. The magic hummed like the engine of a plane getting ready for take-off. The glow from the Pool grew brighter and brighter. Everyone lost sight of Feverfew for a few seconds, until smiling, the elf girl emerged from the water. Her eyes were sparkling like lanterns on a cold night.

Smiling, the Lady nodded to Hectore.

With a shrill whinny Hectore ran to the pool and leapt into it. When he surfaced, his lower body had disappeared. In its place was the rest of the horse he really was.

“It is restored!” he neighed. Almost immediately, neighing so loud, Feverfew had to hold her hands to her ears, the horse people ran to the Pool.

They were still bathing when the small company headed back the way they had come. A half hour later they had left the valley and were heading onto a wide plain of low grass.