Imago Chronicles: Book Five, Destiny's End

By L.T. Suzuki

Imago Chronicles: Books One, Two and Three have been optioned to produce a major motion picture trilogy.

In this sequel to ‘Imago Chronicles: Book Four, The Tears of God’, five months have passed since the evil that set foot into Wyndwood was put to rest. Life in the enchanted forest had returned to normal, but all is not what it seems.

Strange happenings create ripples in the continuum of time throughout this realm; distortions that go unbeknownst to all except the Oracles on Mount Isa. An unseen evil casts its dark shadow over the lands, but this time, the threat could go unnoticed and unchecked.

The Wizard of the West is joined by Nayla and the men of the Order for this quest unlike any they had ever undertaken.

In a race against time on a mission cloaked in mystery, they are forced to put a stop to evil before its far-reaching effects can destroy everything and everyone they cherish. Not only are their wits and skills put to the test, but they uncover a secret that will shake the very foundations of their existence. Nayla and her comrades must step beyond the realms of imagination to come to terms with what is reality, what is fantasy, and ultimately, what happens when these two worlds collide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.T. Suzuki
• Release date: Mar 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458073761

L.T. Suzuki

A fan of swashbuckling adventure novels by Alexandre Dumas of 'The Three Musketeers' and 'The Count of Monte Cristo' fame, Lorna Suzuki had noticed that it was always the men going off on great adventures and enjoying the camaraderie of a brotherhood. Most often, the women were portrayed as the damsels-in-distress.In writing the Imago Chronicles fantasy series, by adding a female protagonist, one that is reluctantly accepted into this brotherhood, the author drew on some of her own experiences as a woman in a once male-dominated field of law enforcement and martial arts to bring Nayla Treeborn the female warrior to life.With over twenty-five years experience in various forms of martial arts, Suzuki is a 5th-dan Shidoshi (senior instructor) of Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu, a martial arts system incorporating six traditional samurai schools and three schools of ninjutsu under Japanese Soke, Dr. Masaaki Hatsumi. Although Budo Taijutsu has a very long and rich history in Japan and is steeped in tradition, is only now growing in popularity. Practitioners of Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu do not compete in the sports arena as the techniques incorporated into this system are used strictly for self-defense, never as a sport. To learn more about Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu, please visit Shihan Phillip Legare's website @ www.shinkentaijutsu.comWhen Suzuki is not writing the next instalment of the Imago series or her new Young Adult Fantasy Series, 'The Dream Merchant Saga', she is a scriptwriter for audio/video life-stories customized for clients, as well as biographic documentaries for TV. Suzuki was also a consultant on the PBS TV series ‘West Coast Adventures’.She resides in the suburbs outside of Vancouver, BC with her husband, Scott White, a talented, award-winning videographer and Bujinkan Dai-Shihan, and their charming daughter, Nia.Imago Chronicles: Books One, Two and Three is currently being considered for a TV series!

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Imago Chronicles: Book Five,

Destiny’s End

L.T. Suzuki

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CONTENTS

Title Page

Imagine…

Prologue

CHAPTER 1: strange anomalies

CHAPTER 2: a perfect day

CHAPTER 3: bidding farewell

CHAPTER 4: the gathering storm

CHAPTER 5: an oath of blood

CHAPTER 6: a matter of honour

CHAPTER 7: in the eye of the storm

CHAPTER 8: a house divided

CHAPTER 9: the siege of darross castle

CHAPTER 10: in the castle keep

CHAPTER 11: the taking of the throne room

CHAPTER 12: a predicament most dire

CHAPTER 13: into the portal

CHAPTER 14: first encounter

CHAPTER 15: impossible possibilities

CHAPTER 16: carnage and mayhem

CHAPTER 17: confrontation

CHAPTER 18: reflections of life

CHAPTER 19: a foreseeable end

About the Author

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IMAGINE

There is a secret place; unknown to most, forgotten by many,

but lives on only for those who believe.

Though you cannot look to a map to find this magical realm, it is still very real.

In this world, lost on a plane that exists in the twilight where one enters a dream as sleep takes over the mind and the body, Imago lives on.

Here, as in all places where mankind dwells, the eternal struggle between good and evil plays out. In this land, there are places fair and foul, heroes larger than life, and villains one hopes lurk only in our nightmares.

In this mystical world, life is an extraordinary adventure where revenge and redemption, betrayal and salvation, and even love, lost and found, are woven together to create this rich tapestry of life.

Where is this realm you ask?

To find Imago, all you must do is close your eyes and believe…

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PROLOGUE

In Imago Chronicles: Book Four, The Tears of God, Nayla and Arerys’ young daughter had vanished from the Elf kingdom of Wyndwood. A mysterious figure, cloaked by the powers of the forbidden arts, had managed to elude the keen eyes of the Elves guarding the borders of the enchanted forest to steal away with their only child.

Forced to call upon old alliances, they begin an exhaustive search for the missing girl and her elusive captor; a search that spans from the coastal shores of Cedona to the Iron Mountains and beyond into Orien.

Hampered by false trails and pitted against strange forces unleashed by an evil never before encountered, Nayla and the men of the Order race against time to find Carys.

In the end, the true and sinister motive for Carys’ abduction is revealed: a murderous plot destined to change the past and thereby forever alter the course of history for all in Imago.

In this sequel, five months have passed since this evil was put to rest. Life in the enchanted forest has returned to normal as the citizens of Imago gather in preparation for a grand celebration to mark the end of a bountiful season of harvest.

But all is not what it seems.

Strange happenings send ripples in the continuum of time throughout this realm; distortions that go unbeknownst to all except the Watchers of the Past, Present and Future. An unseen evil casts its dark shadow over the lands; a deadly threat that could pass by unnoticed and unchecked.

In a desperate bid to save their world, the Wizard of the West is joined by Nayla and the men of the Order for one final quest unlike any they had ever undertaken – one that will not only test their skills and their wits, but will forever alter their lives, if they survive...

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CHAPTER 1

STRANGE ANOMALIES

They are coming, Momma! I can see them now! announced Carys, the words tumbling from her mouth in a burst of excitement. Her eyes sparkled as she peered through the foliage yet to surrender the last of its colour to the waning light of the impending autumn sun.

Nayla smiled as she caught a fleeting glimpse of the approaching riders as the distant echo of fast-approaching hoof beats slowed down to an easy canter.

Let us not keep them waiting, urged Nayla, waving her daughter away from the window.

Before she could utter a single word of desired etiquette for the little princess to display upon this meeting, Carys was gone. The child scampered past her mother. Her light, joyful steps delivered her swiftly along the dizzying walkways and the descending staircase within the massive tree trunk.

Dashing across the courtyard, she grabbed her father’s hand, yanking Arerys away from the elders he was conversing with.

Quickly, Papa, she coaxed, pulling him up the steps of the gazebo. Come quickly! They are coming this way now.

Yes, yes, Carys, now be dignified, cautioned her father, reining in his daughter’s exuberance. You are a princess after all.

And as a princess, it would be bad manners if I were not to welcome our guests accordingly, replied Carys, with a mischievous grin. She squirmed with giddy anticipation as she waited for her mother to take her place by her father’s side.

No longer able to contain herself, Carys raced to the centre of the courtyard to greet their anxiously awaited guests.

Uncle Markus! Carys squealed with delight; her heart overflowing with joy.

A dozen woodland butterflies were startled from a drying mud puddle. The winged insects burst into the sky in an explosion of dazzling colours upon Carys’ approach as she dashed into Markus’ open arms.

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It is happening again, whispered Enra. Her knitted brows crinkled her perfect forehead as she frowned with concern. She studied the image frozen in her crystal orb.

The Watchers of the Past and Future leaned in closer to better scrutinize their sister’s magical orb.

Elora and Eliya were profoundly mystified by what they saw: In the foreground, the iridescent splash of colour cast by the butterflies’ delicate wings was now suspended in the air, frozen in flight and time. In the background, they could see Nayla and Arerys paralyzed in mid-stride while Carys was captured leaping into Markus’ awaiting arms, floating above the ground. All around them, life came to an immediate halt.

Nothing moved.

Even the aspen leaves that tremble in the slightest breeze were motionless in the frozen shafts of sunlight penetrating the tree canopy. And against the bright, blue sky, the feathery wisps of clouds pushed along by the wind’s design were immobilized.

Time came to an abrupt standstill.

How strange… noted Eliya, her index finger tapping on the crystal in hopes this prompting would somehow cause the image to snap back to life – to resume moving again.

I have already tried that, said Enra, pushing Eliya’s finger away. Just observe what happens…

The butterflies suddenly dispersed into the dappled sunlight to continue their southward migration. Carys was hoisted high into Markus’ welcoming arms as Arerys and Nayla decided to forsake formality and convention, dashing over to greet the Prince of Carcross with the same joyful abandon as their daughter did.

It was apparent this strange event went by completely unnoticed by all; all that is, except by the Three Sisters.

This is the third time this has occurred, stated Enra, staring cautiously as life continued to unfold before her eyes. And each time, the image remains frozen for a longer duration.

Yes, added Elora. "When it happened the first time, this pause in time almost went by unnoticed, but now…"

The Watcher of the Past held forth her crystal. Using her powers, Elora conjured up the image that had just played out.

Look… said Elora, studying the scene in question. Again, as Carys dashed across the courtyard to greet Prince Markus and the butterflies launched into the air, this image froze. One… two… three… four… five… six… seven. Seven count this time. How strange this is!

To say this is strange is a gross understatement, assessed Enra.

I agree, stated Eliya, perplexed and troubled by this bizarre phenomenon. Whatever is causing this disturbance, with each occurrence, the amount of time to elapse is prolonged. If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before this world grinds to a halt… forever.

The Wizards, do we call upon them? asked Enra, giving her orb a disconcerted shake.

We have no other option, responded Eliya. They need to know.

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It is good to see you again! exclaimed Markus, embracing Arerys in a warm hug reserved for close friends and family members.

The Elf smiled at the Prince. Gazing into his friend’s kind, familiar eyes, he responded, And just think, this time there is no life-or-death quest that brings you here.

True enough, replied Markus, greeting Nayla with a kiss on her cheeks before embracing her in a great hug. And I am grateful for that!

We are so pleased you are able to return to Wyndwood before the coming of winter, said Nayla, reciprocating with a hug of her own. Have you been keeping well, Markus?

As well as can be expected, answered the Prince, following Nayla and Arerys to Kal-lel’s residence where the Elf King and the elders of Wyndwood awaited his arrival.

And you? How have you been since…? Markus’ voice trailed off, uncertain if he should pursue this line of questioning. His eyes darted over to Carys. You know?

Considering all we have endured of late, life for us has returned to normal, whispered Nayla, as though her positive words could jinx their good fortune.

Carys still has the occasional nightmare, but overall, she seems to have pushed the memory of her ordeal to the back of her mind, added Arerys.

She is a strong one. Carys is tenacious, like her mother, noted Markus, giving Nayla a knowing smile. And like her father, she is wise and resilient.

And how is your father? How does King Bromwell fare? asked Arerys.

My father sends glad tidings, but in all truthfulness, he is not in the best of health these days, admitted Markus. As much as he wanted to make this excursion, he grows weak. His sight now fails him as he settles into the winter of his life.

Such sad news… said Nayla. The disappointment was evident in her voice.

There is no need for sorrow, my friend, responded Markus. "Not even my father despairs over his eventual demise. As he said, ‘all good things must come to pass’ and he will be the first to admit he has had a good life."

He has lived an honourable, exemplary life, stated Arerys, nodding with approval. And to accept the end with such grace and dignity; to know death is merely another chapter in the story of life itself requires courage and great faith.

Yes. I concur. Had my father lived a less virtuous life, a life filled with regret, undoubtedly he would rail against the coming of his winter. Instead, he has survived many battles and long has he reigned over Carcross with a just and fair hand.

Your people have prospered under his reign, said Arerys. That will be the legacy he shall leave behind when his time comes.

Markus smiled as he reflected upon Arerys’ kind words. In mortal terms, my father has been blessed with long life, one filled with purpose and meaning. At this point, he is eager to pass the crown on to me. He even offered to abdicate from the throne than to wait until his death, for he is quite content to revel in his new role as the doting and wise grandfather.

So your father has taken to the boy? asked Arerys, his eyes following Carys as she skipped along, hand-in-hand, with the young mortal who had accompanied Markus to Wyndwood.

That, my dear friend would be an understatement of the worst kind, replied Markus, smiling proudly as he watched Mark politely bow in respect to Carys’ playmates before embarking on a boisterous game of tag.

So all is well? queried Nayla.

With confirmation from the Three Sisters that Mark is indeed my son, my father wholeheartedly immersed himself in the task of grooming his grandson as the future heir to the throne of Carcross. Of course, all the rigours and formalities of such an undertaking are carefully tempered with my father’s deep and growing love for Mark.

Nayla smiled as she watched her daughter giggling with glee as she pursued Mark around and around a tree. Five months have passed since Carys’ kidnapping ordeal had ended with her safe return. During this time, where Carys had remained unchanged with the passing of time, the boy had sprouted almost two inches and his emaciated frame had filled out nicely. His face was no longer gaunt and the once fear-filled, haunting eyes that were devoid of all traces of hope now sparkled with life.

He is looking very well. Much better than when we first saw him, noted Nayla.

Not only has he flourished with good health, he is as smart as a whip, averred Markus. He is clever, well-mannered and kind-hearted in spite of his harsh upbringing. Mark is always eager to please and he never disappoints or offends. I am very proud of the young man.

It is obvious he comes by these qualities honestly, stated Arerys, giving his friend a pat on the back.

So he is adapting well to life in Carcross? asked Nayla.

Very well, answered Markus. Mind you, it did take some time for Mark to adjust to a new life so different from what he had known, but in this short span of time, he has adopted the customs and social graces required by one of his noble standing.

So he has shown no sign of rebellion, or a desire to return to his former life? asked Arerys, watching the young boy as he resumed his friendship with Carys.

Before this, he had no life to speak of, stated Markus. He is very aware of all the privileges afforded to one of his status; and yet, he is grateful and appreciative, never taking any of these things for granted. In this manner, he is very much like his mother. Elana never abused or took for granted her standing in our royal house.

What a charming, young man, complimented Nayla. I am confident he has many of your fine qualities, too. I definitely see his father in him, Markus.

The Prince laughed lightly as he recalled his own childhood and his mischievous undertakings to usurp his father’s every attempt to groom him into an outstanding citizen of princely proportions. On more than one occasion, Markus had ambushed palace staff in the corridors of the great castle as he shed his royal persona to adopt the swashbuckling role of vagabond and thief as he made off with his father’s afternoon tea and biscuits.

Truth be told, Nayla, I was a little hellion compared to Mark. At least he graciously endures my father’s suffocating attention, willingly subjecting himself to all the pomp and ceremony associated with the trappings of being a son born to a high house. However, Mark is still a child. He is in need of the freedom to be just that – a child.

Markus watched as the young boy gradually shed his shy demeanour as Carys cajoled him to interact with her little playmates.

And what of you, my friend? Have you adapted to your rather abrupt introduction to fatherhood? queried Arerys.

Markus beamed, smiling with delight in response to this question. No words were needed to describe his feelings of unadulterated joy.

So life is good? asked Nayla.

Life is grand! corrected Markus, giving her a wink and a smile. There is no mistaking that.

Now, all we must do is to find Markus a good woman, added Arerys, with a coy wink.

One thing at a time, my friend. insisted Markus, with a laugh as he brushed aside Arerys’ comment.

If you can adapt to fatherhood so readily, I believe you can make the transition to being a husband quite easily, responded Arerys.

You will not leave well enough alone, will you? chuckled Markus. Only now am I enjoying my life once again and now, you encourage more change.

Forgive my dear husband, Markus, said Nayla, apologetically. He speaks in this manner only because he cares deeply for you.

I only wish for you to be as happy as I am, commented Arerys, his arm wrapping around Nayla.

In good time, my friend, stated Markus, touched by Arerys’ concern for his well-being. For now, my life is quite full.

As the children made merry, frolicking through the courtyard, Markus was greeted by King Kal-lel and his procession. Bowing in respect to honour the high Elf, Kal-lel’s hands rested on Markus’ shoulders as he proclaimed, I consider you a son of Wyndwood; there is no need to bow in your own home. Rise before me.

You are too kind, my lord, replied Markus, gazing up to Kal-lel.

I merely speak the truth, stated Kal-lel. I am pleased beyond words you have chosen to honour us with your presence by joining us for this great feast.

It is a time of celebration. I will tell you now, my lord, there is no better place in this world than Wyndwood to celebrate this grand occasion. However, I must apologize for arriving in Aspenglow well in advance of the harvest moon. My son grew impatient. He was quite eager to rekindle his friendship with your granddaughter.

Early or not, you know you are always welcome in my realm, responded Kal-lel, with a generous smile.

My motives are two-fold, my lord, admitted Markus.

Two-fold, you say? repeated Kal-lel.

I believe it is important for Mark to learn of the Elfkind. Just as my father brought me here as a youngster to better understand your people so our alliance would remain true and strong, I believe it is imperative my son learns from the wisdom of the oldest race in Imago so he, too, will hold true to this alliance in the years to come.

The crowd suddenly parted as Arerys’ brother, Artel appeared with Valtar Briarwood and Joval Stonecroft by his side.

Do my eyes deceive me, or is it the Prince of Carcross? exclaimed Artel. He approached, embracing Markus in a welcoming hug.

Greetings, Artel, responded Markus. It is good to see you again.

Artel’s brows furrowed with curiosity as he asked, Tell me you are not here to abscond with my dear brother once again; to recruit Arerys for an urgent quest to fight evil in lands far and away from here?

No such thing this time, Artel, replied Markus, as he greeted Arerys’ younger sibling. That is the furthest thing from my mind.

Well, thank goodness! That being the case, your presence is most welcome in my father’s domain, replied Artel.

Valtar and Joval approached. Dropping down upon their left knee, they bowed in salutation before Markus.

Welcome, Prince Markus, said Valtar, bowing deeply.

There is no need for this, insisted Markus, motioning both to stand. I leave my castle at times just to avoid such formality amongst friends.

I am sorry, my lord, apologized Valtar. I did not mean to cause you discomfort.

No need for apology, Valtar, stated Markus, turning his gaze to Joval. And as for you, my friend, we are bound by a brotherhood; you shall forever be regarded as one with the Order.

Markus extended his hand in comradeship, hoisting the Elf onto his feet to embrace him in greeting.

Welcome back, my friend, said Joval, genuinely happy to look upon Markus again. It pleases me to see you in such good health and in good cheer.

Kal-lel interrupted this meeting to invite all into his abode. Let us partake in fine wine and lasting friendships, and upon the rise of the full moon in five days’ time, we shall share in the great bounty of this fair land.

*****

What kind of reception is this? shouted a disgruntled Eldred Firestaff, as a curtain of flames erupted before him. First, you request my presence; and then you raise a barrier to keep me out.

Think of it as a precaution, Wizard, stated the Watcher of the Future. We cannot be too careful. It is our only means to circumvent the entry of undesirables.

"I certainly hope I am not one of those ‘undesirables’ you speak of, my good lady," grumbled Eldred, his nerves bristling with annoyance.

You know as well as we do there are unscrupulous characters of dubious reputation who would like nothing more than to make off with our powers, to use it for their own devices, replied Eliya.

My dear woman, I assure you, I am not to be feared. I am merely here upon what I understood was an urgent request to show my face.

How do we know for certain you are the Wizard of the East? countered Elora.

Yes! What proof have you of your identity? queried Enra, staring suspiciously at the figure that loomed in the blurring haze of the orange flames. Your brothers are not here to vouch for you.

Come now, my ladies, you know my face, reasoned Eldred, his shoulder slumping in shame. As for the crystal orb gifted to me by the Maker of All, you know very well the powerful enchantress, Taiko Saikyu, had absconded with my orb some time ago.

If that be the case, how did you know you were being summoned to the Temple of the Watchers, if you no longer possess your crystal? questioned Eliya.

I was in the company of Tor Airshorn when your request was received, replied Eldred. The Wizard of the North merely deposited me at the foot of Mount Isa before departing to seek out and gather Lindras and Tylon to meet with you.

Through the roaring wall of flames he could see the Three Sisters conversing.

Look here, if you doubt my words, perhaps it is better that I take my leave; returning when my brothers arrive, suggested Eldred, turning away from the searing heat. "And I must say; I find it highly irregular and somewhat rude that I should be summoned to your Temple, only to be turned away upon my arrival. Besides, fire is my element; this barrier is hardly a deterrent for the likes of me."

The intense, orange flames abruptly vanished as Eliya stepped forward.

Raising his hand to shield his narrowed eyes, he blinked rapidly. It was like staring into the brilliant face of the golden sun. His eyes were stabbed by the piercing light, overwhelmed by their sheer beauty as the Sisters appeared before him in all their ethereal glory.

Their shimmering gowns glistened as if bejewelled by tiny, droplets of silvery dew set aglow with the breaking of the day as the sun’s radiant light cast halos of burnished gold upon their flowing, red tresses. Set against luminous, alabaster skin, their dazzling, emerald green eyes sparkled with life, harbouring all the secrets and wisdom of the ages.

Eldred’s momentary trance was broken only when Eliya’s gentle voice ended the silence.

I beg your forgiveness, Eldred Firestaff. It was not our intention to offend you, but these are strange times…

"No offence taken, my lady, but whatever do you mean, ‘strange times’? I fail to understand," responded the Wizard. He bowed in respectful greeting before following Eliya and her sisters past the great pillars of granite into the Temple.

We are faced with a dreadful situation that shall spell certain doom for all in Imago, if it cannot be contained, answered Elora. There are strange forces at work in this realm.

I suppose anything that is not fully understood can be regarded as strange, but what is the nature of this force that you speak of? queried Eldred, perplexed by the Watcher’s ominous words.

There had been repeated disruptions in the continuum of time, explained Eliya.

Are you telling me that time had come to a stop? he asked, frowning in bewilderment.

Yes, answered Elora. It was as though life beyond this Temple froze – coming to an abrupt halt. See…

Positioning her orb onto the centre of the granite table, an image of a moment from the past replayed before the Wizard. As Markus’ arrival in Wyndwood unfolded once again, Eldred was momentarily stunned as the image suddenly froze. Life was paralyzed – suspended in the globe, only to continue on seconds later as though nothing had happened."

Strange indeed! agreed the Wizard, pacing to and fro as he pondered this occurrence.

Each time this happened, greater time would elapse before life returned to normal, added Elora.

That is truly bizarre, stated Eldred. I take it, this has never happened before.

The one time we encountered strange happenings with our crystal orbs was when the Sorceress, Taiko Saikyu used her knowledge of the forbidden arts to suppress the powers of our crystals. That treacherous woman was able to cloak the images so none could see or anticipate her actions when she made off with Princess Carys and removed you from your happy existence with the mortals in Barstoke, explained Eliya.

So you anticipate the enchantress has resurfaced once more, assessed Eldred. His fingers fondled the band of gold holding the flowing, silver whiskers of his beard neatly in place as a pensive frown settled on his troubled face.

That is yet to be determined. And it is for this reason we wish to hold counsel with the four Wizards.

So, Watcher of the Present, he said, turning to address Eliya, can you determine where my brothers are at this moment?

"Pardon me, Eldred Firestaff, but I am the Watcher of the Present," stated Enra.

Aah, please forgive me, my lady. Faced with three extraordinary beings of such exquisite beauty makes it difficult for this feeble, old mind of mine to discern one Sister from the other. Even with my brother Wizards I can barely get their names right at the best of times.

No need for apology, responded Eliya, with an understanding smile. She turned to Enra for confirmation of the other Wizards’ arrival, upon which Elora removed her crystal to make room for Enra’s orb.

The Watcher of the Present set her crystal upon the table for her sisters to see. As the gray veil of mist dissolved, an image became clear: Lindras, with his trusty staff in hand, was making his way to an open, flat stretch of sandy, white beach. The rolling, topaz waves carried by the restless tides of the ocean lapped at the shore, tumbling and breaking in a foamy, white splash. In the distance, the Oracles could make out the surrounding limestone cliffs of Land’s End. They could see King Augustyne’s great, white castle; the spires of the watchtowers piercing the cloudless, blue sky.

High overhead, supported by the bank of warm air rising up from over the ocean, a great dragon circled above the Wizard. Its massive wings were stretched wide open as it glided effortlessly on the thermal.

Good heavens! exclaimed Elora, turning to Eliya. Tell me that dragon has not set its sight on Master Weatherstone for an easy meal.

The Watcher of the Future gazed into her orb where a fleeting glimpse revealed Tor Airshorn was in control of the behemoth reptile, steering the creature downward to meet up with Lindras.

The Wizard will be quite safe, decided Eliya, as her sisters leaned in close to the orb to scrutinize the image. It is nothing more than Tor and his pet dragon.

I was so hoping they would use more conventional means to travel than by that beast, disclosed Enra.

I will tell you now, without the combined power of my orb, to be transported by means of the three remaining crystals makes for a rather unpleasant journey, stated Eldred.

If they choose to arrive on the wings of a dragon, it could take some time, said Eliya.

Well, at this point, there is no telling when my brothers will arrive, determined Eldred, releasing a troubled sigh as he turned to leave the Temple.

Where are you going? asked Elora.

I am embarrassed to say that with my limited powers, there is nothing I can do – not without the influence of my brother Wizards, explained Eldred, as he made his way down the meandering trail. For now, I will go for a little stroll to clear my mind and to use the time to ponder this most unusual mystery.

Do not stray far, requested Eliya. Your brother Wizards could arrive at any time.

Do not be concerned, my lady. I will be close at hand.

For a lingering moment, the Oracles watched as Eldred ambled off. As the Wizard disappeared from their sight, the sisters retreated into the Temple.

It is with the utmost urgency this matter be dealt with immediately, decided Enra. I fear if the other Wizards do not arrive soon, the fate of this world shall teeter dangerously on the brink of doom.

Indeed, responded Eliya, for I have seen a glimpse of the future.

And what did you see? asked Elora.

If the Wizards decide to undertake this quest, success will only come with great sacrifice, revealed Eliya. Lindras shall call upon his kinship with the mortals and Elves to aid in this mission, but in doing so, one of them is destined to perish – to fall in the darkness.

Shall we disclose this information to the Wizards when they arrive? queried Enra.

It matters not, replied Eliya. Even if they know one is destined to die, it will not prevent them from embarking on this adventure. Lindras, and those willing to rally by his side, already understand the true meaning of sacrifice. They will already be encumbered with the enormous burden of this task; they do not need to be plagued by this disturbing news.

A low, long rumble suddenly caused the air to shudder around them. It was followed by the resounding crash of thunder as it rolled through a leaden sky. Amidst a brilliant flash of pure, white light, the four Wizards appeared before the Watchers.

Thank goodness, you are all here! exclaimed Elora, her hands clasped together in relief.

Taking a moment to regain their composure and to smooth out their dishevelled attire after this nerve-rattling experience, the Wizards bowed in greeting and respect before the oracles.

What is this? No blazing wall of fire to impede our approach? asked Lindras, puzzled by the lack of security.

There is no time for that, said Eliya. You and your brothers were summoned here to undertake a mission. If you wish to do so, there is no time to waste.

Did Eldred already reveal to you the details of this urgent matter? asked Enra.

My apologies, my lady, responded Eldred, with a bow, I know only as much as my brothers do.

Whatever do you speak of, Master Firestaff? asked Eliya, she stared with a look of bewilderment upon hearing the Wizard’s claim. We briefed you of this situation only moments ago.

You are mistaken, my good woman, replied Eldred, his brows were clenched into a disturbed frown. I swear, only now did I arrive…

What is the meaning of this? asked Enra.

Tor stepped forward, speaking in defence of his brother: I assure you, my lady, Eldred has been in my company all this time. Upon receiving word we were being summoned to the Temple, Eldred never left my side as I flew the lands in search of Tylon and Lindras.

The oracles were silent as they contemplated Tor’s words.

Something is amiss, determined Tylon, leaning heavily upon his staff as he studied the look of woe clearly etched across the faces of the Watchers.

Something is definitely amiss, confirmed Eliya, with a nod of her head. She scrutinized Eldred, studying his every feature.

I swear, my lady, I have been in Tor’s company! declared Eldred, feeling the penetrating burn of Eliya’s unyielding stare as she searched his soul. Look upon your sister’s orb. You will see for yourself.

Of course! exclaimed Elora, motioning the Wizards to follow her into the Temple. My crystal orb will reveal all.

As they approached the pedestal upon which she kept her crystal, Elora’s mouth fell open. She gasped in surprise, My orb! Where is my orb?

Eliya and Enra dashed to their sister’s side.

Elora crumpled to her knees as she groaned: It was here… I swear I had left it here on this pedestal.

Immediately, Eliya turned on Eldred. Who are you?

Eldred’s eyes flew open in dismay as he replied, I am Eldred Firestaff, the Wizard of the East. I speak the truth!

Just as you swore you were the Wizard of the East when you first arrived here but only a moment ago, countered Enra, as she consoled her sobbing sister. How can this be?

This is all very confusing! declared Lindras. You swear Eldred was here earlier, and just as vehemently, my brother denies it to be so.

And now, my orb has disappeared… cried Elora.

Enra stared at the Wizards as she asked, If you claim to be the real Eldred Firestaff, then who was that posing as you? Are any of you who you truly claim to be?

The Wizards were momentarily shocked by Enra’s accusatory words. They stared at each other, dumbfounded by the insinuation.

Out! Out! All of you! demanded Eliya. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, outraged by this treacherous act of deceit.

With a flourish of her hands an invisible power propelled the four Wizards from the confines of the Temple, hurling them to the ground as a great wall of orange flames erupted to encircle the hallowed sanctuary.

This is madness! shouted Lindras, as he and his brother Wizards righted themselves from the tangled heap of arms and legs.

And most undignified, sniffed Tylon, flinging his cloak off from over his head.

Reveal your true identity! Prove to us who you are, ordered Eliya. Show us your crystal orbs.

All you need do was to ask, grumbled Tor. There was no need to toss us out like we are rubbish.

As Eldred bowed his head in humility and shame; Tor, Tylon and Lindras held forth the crystal mounted onto the end of their staff. The dancing, orange flames licking high into the air reflected off the polished surface of the crystal spheres. Each Watcher could see her reflection was not a mirror image of her physical form, but instead, a glowing white light of pure energy – her true form.

You know us by the crystal orbs gifted to us by the Maker of All, insisted Lindras. There is no mistaking who we are.

"But what about him? queried Enra, eyeing the fourth Wizard whose head remained bowed. How do we know if he truly is Eldred Firestaff?"

True, I no longer possess my crystal orb, my lady, spoke Eldred; but let me assure you, only the real Wizard of the East can do this.

The Oracles leapt back as a fiery figure engulfed in searing flames stepped through the inferno, emerging unscathed by the intense heat.

Fire is mine to control. Though I no longer have my crystal, I still possess some power over this element, explained the Wizard.

You are Eldred… conceded Eliya.

If you still doubt my words, then at your discretion, I am willing to wait out there while my brother Wizards are permitted entry so you may consult with them, offered Eldred.

The flames suddenly disappeared as Eliya motioned for the other Wizards to join Eldred.

It is apparent the entity that paid us a visit was an imposter posing as the Wizard of the East, decided Eliya. And now, the thief has absconded with Elora’s crystal to further complicate this already dire situation.

"And what is this ‘dire situation’ you speak of?" asked Lindras.

Come inside, ordered Eliya. All we know shall be revealed to you.

As the Watchers explained in great detail all they could of what they had witnessed in their crystal orbs, the Wizards’ shoulders seemed to slump beneath the weighty burden of the strange events they were now forced to reckon with.

Tylon breathed a weary sigh as he commented, So the dire has now become the impossible.

Despair not, Tylon Riverdon. Like your brothers, you are a great Wizard. I do not need to remind you that in the mystical realm of magic, nothing is impossible, countered Eliya.

It is comforting to know you place such confidence in our abilities, replied Lindras.

Now is the moment to call upon these abilities. You must find a way to prevent this stoppage of time before it is beyond your means to control, stated Enra.

Dumbfounded by these revelations, Tor nervously fumbled about his leather pouch. His teeth clamped firmly around the well-worn, wooden mouthpiece of his earthenware pipe as he ignited its contents.

As the heady aroma exuded by the smoke swirled through the pure air, Eldred deliberately thrust his index finger into the bowl of the pipe. His actions effectively snuffed out the smouldering weed. He scolded Tor. It is rude to contaminate the sweet air breathed in by the Oracles. I hardly think they appreciate the foul stench of burning plant matter.

Oh! My apologies, exclaimed Tor, with great embarrassment. He was now forced to soothe his rattled nerves by chewing on his cold pipe. It helps me to think outside the confines of conventional thought.

Well, at this time, it is important to keep our wits about us as we contemplate how best to remedy this situation, said Lindras.

Eldred released a dreary sigh as he responded, Unfortunately, my intuition tells me that Taiko Saikyu has returned to vent her wrath upon the world.

What proof have you beyond your intuition? asked Tylon.

Eldred shook his head as he answered, I can only say her evil soul continues to gnaw at my conscience during my waking hours. When I sleep, that wretched woman still haunts my dreams to open fresh the wounds of my own atrocities. She is a constant reminder of my fall from grace. And of late, my heart has been greatly troubled. I believe I now know why.

Lo… gasped Enra, gazing into her orb. They gathered around her as an image was made clear. It is Elora’s crystal!

Within Enra’s magical sphere they spied upon a pair of gloved hands eagerly drawing back the black silk concealing the missing orb. It was apparent it had fallen into inexperienced hands as the culprit’s attempts to summon images of the past failed to yield results.

Enra, reveal more of this image, ordered Eliya. Who is this vile thief?

Whoever it is, he has the power to control what is seen. There is a strange aura cloaking him, limiting what can be revealed to us. It is only because Elora’s crystal was removed from that black cloth are we allowed this glimpse, explained Enra.

Enra’s crystal suddenly fell into a dark void as the black silk was secured around Elora’s orb once again.

Well, that was of little help, groaned Lindras. It revealed nothing of relevance.

To the contrary, my brother, stated Eldred. Though Enra’s crystal revealed little, Elora’s crystal gave us one definite clue as to the identity of this villain.

What do you speak of, Eldred? I saw nothing, said Lindras.

It was nothing blatantly obvious, explained Eldred.

Subtle or blatant, I do not believe any one of us know what you speak of, responded Tor.

Then allow Eldred to finish, prompted Tylon, his hand motioning for the others to be silent.

Eldred gave Tylon an appreciative smile as he continued, If you had looked carefully, reflected upon Elora’s crystal was the face of the villain in question.

Of course! declared Lindras, nodding in understanding.

Do not keep us in suspense, Eldred! Who is he? questioned Tor.

"The he is a she, corrected Eldred. And it is as I feared: It is none other than the dreaded Sorceress, Taiko Saikyu."

So your suspicions were correct, groaned Lindras.

What ill news this is, grumbled Tor, his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened around his staff.

Ah, my brothers, there is some good news to come from this. If we are to hunt down this villainess, at least we now know our quarry, answered Eldred. Plus, it is obvious that each time Taiko attempts to call upon the power of Lady Elora’s orb, we should be able to determine her bearings. It will only be a matter of time before we close in on her.

But why would that madwoman go to such lengths to steal away with this orb when she could have possessed the power to see the present or take advantage of the future? queried Tylon.

There is nothing wrong with my crystal, countered Elora, mildly insulted by Tylon’s comment.

It is not my intention to minimize the importance of your powers, my lady, explained Tylon. But would it not make more sense to make off with Eliya’s orb? After all, the Sorceress would have the power to predict the future so she can take full advantage of the information available to her to acquire great wealth and power.

Tor nodded in agreement as he added, Even to acquire Enra’s crystal so she could stymie our every attempt to contain her; to outfox us by remaining one step ahead by knowing our every move, makes more sense. But to abscond with the orb that contains records of bygone days – of memories from the past? What good would that do her?

That is true. Eliya cogitated on the Wizards’ concerns. I do believe she made off with Elora’s crystal quite by accident.

You may be right, Eliya, said Elora. I do recall Eldred’s imposter mistakenly addressing you as Enra.

Eldred’s brows were clenched deep in thought upon the Watcher’s troubling words.

What are you thinking, brother? asked Lindras, as he studied Eldred’s face.

Eldred drew in a long, slow breath before releasing a weary sigh as he turned to the Watcher of the Past. Lady Elora, think back to my last confrontation with the Sorceress. Think back five moons ago.

Elora replayed the moment in her head as best she could: Nayla was embroiled in a deadly encountered with Taiko Saikyu as the Sorceress repeatedly plunged the warrior Maiden into the past in a bid to alter the course of history. In several repeated, but failed attempts to spare Taiko’s father from imminent death, Nayla was helpless as the captain of the Imperial Army paved his own path to destruction each and every time.

No… gasped Elora, now realizing the full implication of her missing crystal.

Oh, yes! responded Eldred. She is intent on rewriting history as we know it.

But if it is to alter the outcome of the future, why did she not steal away with Eliya’s crystal instead. She would have had a direct medium to the future, stated Tylon.

My crystal would not serve her purpose, Tylon, answered Eliya. For the Sorceress to affect the future, she must first alter the past.

At this moment, the most logical explanation for her actions is that she is attempting another bid to resurrect her father, thereby changing the course of her destiny, reasoned Eldred.

We shall delve deeper into this mystery so you might have a chance to correct this wrong before our life force expires in this realm, stated Eliya.

"What do you mean by ‘expires’?" queried Lindras, baffled by this statement.

To put it bluntly, our very existence is tied to our magical orbs. If Elora’s crystal is not returned to Mount Isa, her powers will wane. Eventually, they will cease to be. When this happens, she will die. If Elora perishes, so too will Enra and I, explained Eliya. Though our powers are on opposite spectrums, there must be balance. There cannot be one without the other. Without a past, there can be no future; without these two elements, there is no present.

Good gracious! exclaimed Eldred.

In a blink of an eye, a very unfortunate predicament has taken a turn for the worst, opined Tylon, shaking his head in frustration. This is unthinkable… dreadful!

Absolutely horrific, if you ask me, groaned Tor.

It does us no good to fret, stated Lindras. Let cooler heads and common sense prevail. Let us work together; devise a plan to find and capture the Sorceress before it is too late.

Pacing to and fro between the Wizards, Elora grew more distraught as she bided her time, not knowing what to do now that she had no crystal to record the passages of time. As the Wizards waited in silence, Eliya and Enra meticulously scrutinized the images before them. Finally, Eliya motioned the Wizards to gather before her.

Based on what images had been revealed to us, Enra has discovered that Taiko is indeed responsible for the theft of Elora’s crystal, informed the Watcher of the Future. At this time, she flees to the north.

Do you know her exact whereabouts? inquired Eldred.

For now, it remains a mystery, replied Enra. Her powers appear to fluctuate. Her ability to cloak her movement is sporadic.

Does she still possess Eldred’s crystal? asked Lindras.

Unfortunately, yes, replied Enra. However, the crystal is flawed. There appeared to be a crack in it.

Of course, said Tor, recalling the seconds before Taiko vanished from this realm. When she sent Nayla tumbling over the ledge with her, I caught hold of Nayla. She had grabbed hold of the Sorceress by the chain around her neck. When Taiko refused Nayla’s help, the demented woman deliberated yanked herself free. The chain snapped. The force was enough to cause a crack in the crystal.

That would explain the erratic nature of her powers, stated Eldred. It is evident to me that Taiko used an incantation from the Book of Spells I stole from the Dark Lord long ago. That is the only way she could have masqueraded as me so convincingly that the Oracles would be fooled.

Was there anything else that was revealed to you? asked Lindras, turning to the Watcher.

No, responded Enra; but each time that woman looks upon Elora’s orb, I will use the opportunity to narrow down her location.

And what have you discovered, Eliya? questioned Lindras.

What I learned can only be described as being truly disturbing, Lindras, answered the Watcher. Just as I feared, Taiko is responsible for the freezing of time. Her actions will be catastrophic if she is not stopped.

But how does she bring time to a standstill? queried Lindras.

Perhaps you should sit down before I tell you, suggested the Watcher of the Future. In fact, I insist on it.

Thank you, but no. I prefer to stand, replied Lindras.

Very well, said Eliya, discreetly manoeuvring a seat behind the Wizard. Apparently, Taiko has found a portal into another world. Each time she passes through from this world into the other, it causes a disruption in time.

Lindras’ face blanched. He suddenly wavered, plopping down on the granite seat Eliya had positioned behind him.

It has been revealed there is another crystal she seeks in this world she has discovered. Each time she enters this realm, it becomes easier to make this transition with the impending full moon, disclosed Eliya.

What does the moon have to do with any of this? asked Lindras.

Think, Wizard, urged the Watcher, staring into Lindras’ troubled eyes. What is the next full moon?

Why… It is the harvest moon, of course, answered Lindras.

Yes, it is, but this full moon also marks the autumn equinox, added Eldred.

That is correct, stated Eliya. With the impending equinox, the duration that the world lays suspended in time and space lengthens each time the Sorceress moves between the two worlds. As the length of night and day becomes the same, when light and darkness equalizes, the partition separating our worlds becomes thinner. There is a chance our worlds will collide as one.

Tor scratched his head in thought as he asked, I am curious though… How is it if time comes to a halt, we have not noticed this strange anomaly that would obviously disrupt our lives?

How could you know? answered Eliya. So far, it has been subtle, but it is not just living beings that are frozen in time. Everything: from the movement of the sun and the moon; to the waxing and waning of the tides; even the wind that moves the clouds in the skies above comes to a complete standstill.

So, it is not as though life continued around us to rouse our suspicions, assessed Eldred. That is why we never took notice.

But if this occurrence had happened repeatedly and none of us were aware each time it happened, how do you ladies even know this is real? asked Tor.

Enra smiled kindly at the bewildered Wizard as she replied, Look around us, Tor. The air is always calm and warm, the sky above the Temple is always clear. It matters not what occurs in the world outside of our sanctuary. We are not affected by the happenings beyond the protection of this place.

Until now that is, concluded Elora.

So let me review this situation, said Lindras. Taiko has made off with Elora’s crystal. She uses Eldred’s orb and Beyilzon’s book of black magic to enter another world where she seeks out a crystal identical to Eldred’s.

Yes, replied Enra.

"And in doing so, each time she travels between our realm and this other