ARYSARNIA

HALF A CRYSTAL

Water gushes out of the roaring whirlpool like a fountain at the foot of the great mountains of Slyrican, refusing to subside. It produces two figures enveloped by a static blur that floats onto land and continue to move in circles around them.

"The Etskin left" said the little girl with silver eyes. She was much changed, she bore on her back six pairs of wings with what seemed to be a myriad of open eyes all over the glossy feathers of white.

The other figure which looked like Crysarnia looked at her feet to see Lumon nibbling on the fresh blades of grass , he had stopped moving around them and was now clearly visible. Her eyes which appeared to look like a tainted blue mirror scanned the forest, her hair was as white as snow with three distinct streaks of gold and a clear stone like a crystal split in halves was set in the middle of her forehead. When she moved, a golden stone was revealed, set deep into her hand which gleamed in the midday light of the forest. Suddenly she felt a rush of memories in her head; she knew what she was to do...she had become Crysarnia.

"I must go to Crystalia. But first- take me to when I became the Crystal" Crysarnia said.

Lumon begun his circular intermittent apparitions, which eventually turned into a blur around them. It grew higher, closed over them, and sucked them into the ground.

In a vortex of speeding lights that looked like rushing streams of water, they appeared into the garrison of Crysonar. It was night time and the soldiers at the time were on edge scouting the camp with diligence. She stood before the first tent at the foot of the hill that ascended into the camp. Her forehead glinted in the light of the camp fires as she glanced up the hill at the tent of the general; Spike as his younger self and in this time still alive, was making his way to the tent and entered without looking back.

That was their chance.

The silver eyed girl said, "It is time Arysarnia...at this point in time your blood is not filled with pheonix fire;if you remain this way everything you have accomplished in Elvenar will be wiped out of time. You will cease to exist because you will be incomplete"

"What should I do?" Crysarnia asked.

"You have to feed your blood to your younger self"

The guards on duty had just noticed their presence and moved towards them.

"BE STILL..." said the girl with six pairs of wings, as the soldiers huried towards them.

The blowing winds responded, whistling to a stop. Objects which were toppling over by the wind's influence ceased their fall and suspended in mid air. The moon seemed to withhold its light and any body that breathed on the land ceased their breath-frozen and looking as lifeless as dolls. The whole land was still.

A short distance from the tent an emerald dragon cub was suspended in flight only inches away from gouging a terrified rat. Crysarnia moved into the tent, followed by the winds that flared around her from the movement of Lumos who was still encircling her for a reason.
The blur which bathed her in light guided her steps into the small tent. There among the drapes laid a young girl frozen in her sleep with a terrified expression on her face. It was her teenage self.
The blur moved around her bed and the teenager became animated once more. She was having a nightmare, sweating profusely into her ruby sheets. On the ground a younger Lumon who lay sleeping was stirred by the commotion but only rose to be sent back to sleep by a wave of the intruder's hand.
Crysarnia looked at the sleeping girl for a moment, a smirk curling her lips and glanced around the frozen parts of the tent. She saw a dagger in its sheath strapped to the red cape of the girl hanging from a wooden hanger. She summoned the dagger into her hand and slashed her other palm with the blade and immersed her bleeding palm into her white cloak.