Song of the Soul

Chapter 2

The mid-morning sun beat down heavily upon the bustling city streets and Ailsa realized that she had run all through the night. She felt exhausted, but she knew it wasn't safe to stop in the middle of the city.

Breaking away from the crowd of people, Ailsa wandered off down a little alleyway. She followed its twists and turns until she was well away from any watchful eyes. Then, she taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she whispered, "Miryh heri." Spirit appear.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with the glowing of the most brilliant of golden lights. It was as if a fleck of the sun had fallen to the earth. The shimmering orb hovered in the air at eye level. Its light caused golden streaks to ripple across the walls of the buildings around it. Ailsa smiled fondly at it, "Hello, Fey."

She heard a voice echo in her mind, Little one.

"I've missed you," Ailsa said softly. It was true, she hadn't seen Fey in months. Summoning spirits drained too much energy for her to do it often.

I am always beside you, the spirit echoed, even when you can't see me.

Ailsa's smile brightened, "I need help, somewhere to rest where I won't be found by any guards, and I need somewhere to hide till the war ends."

The orb spun for a moment, as if thinking.

There is an inn in the next town over, run by a kind old woman. There you may rest while I keep watch. After you are well-rested, you will travel to the city of Desme to the monastery of St. Soa. There you will locate the Father Arnould and ask him for sanctuary.

Ailsa nodded confidently. She trusted Fey more than anyone else, and had never been let down.

"Thank you. Miryh livi." Spirit return.

The orb appeared to be sucked into a vortex and disappeared without a trace. Ailsa turned and wandered back out of the alley.