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Mikala sat on the windowsill, staring at the tiny child. She was beautiful, her skin so soft and flawless, the bleach blond hair. She could go on forever about the girl, but she had not the time. This meeting was only to see the child, and enter herself into the child’s dreams. Mikala just sat for a few minutes. She had not been prepared for this. She was expecting a bigger child, one with a stern look, one a bit older, but not this cute flawless, innocent child. How would this child react to the dream meeting? How would she carry the burden of her future? She looked so small and un-knowing. But she was the one. Mikala had checked and re-checked the address 3 times, and this was it. This couldn’t wait forever. Mikala had to do it, but she hesitated. This dream would affect the rest of the child’s life. This meeting would determine the child’s future, and determine weather she could carry the burden of her life. This meeting was the most important moment of the child’s entire life. 1

Mikala positioned herself on the windowsill, leaning against the side of the window, and closed her eyes.  She blocked her mind from any interruptions, and set up a protective shield around her, one that would protect her form both magical and mortal powers, and one that would make her invisible should the child’s parents enter the room. The words she used were of the most complex and powerful kind, for Mikala was an extremely advanced Miavmi Mage. She had studied for years to gain her title, and held the position of an elder, though she was only half the regular age of an elder. She cleared her mind of any thoughts, both on the child and of anything else that could be bothering her. 2

“Alikum Miravar. ” Mikala spoke. These were the words of the spell to connect her thoughts with those of the child, so she could enter the child’s dreams. Her body froze in the position it was in, and began to collect the dew drops of the early morning. Each Mage went through a different change when this, or any spell of its kind, was used. The change had to do with the Mage’s spirit sign, or the meaning of their name. In Mikala’s case, her sign was the sunrise, when the sky was alight with the gold rays of the sun, mixed with the pinks and purples. When the dewdrops covered the grass, and the sky is clear and bright. So when she used the spell, her body collected dewdrops, rather than the alarming change of becoming bright and casting rays of color to the walls, for that would give away her presence. 3

Mikala let all those thoughts go and let herself flow into the child’s mind. She sifted through the thoughts of the little girl, viewing the first images the child had received from the world, and the first images of her family, and her home. The tiny child had begun with a wonderful image of life, and was striving to live. But there were other thoughts there, thoughts that the child shouldn’t have at such a young age. Thoughts of pain and hurt that would only make the girl stronger and more able to carry the burden.  Now Mikala could see why the child was chosen. The innocent looks of the girl were a disguise for the knowledge within her mind. This girl would go far. 4

Mikala pulled herself away from pondering the things in the child’s mind, and searched for the dreams. She was looking for the fuzzy, cloud like barrier between the brain, and the area of dreams. Parting this barrier would allow Mikala to enter the child’s dreams and perform the magic for the dream meeting. She reached out with her hand when the soft substance was insight, and went to part it with her hand. The child was young enough that the barrier was completely soft and fresh. It was not tainted with the problems of everyday life, and the corruption of worry and mistake. Mikala thought this was odd though, because of the thoughts and knowledge the child had of the world. But she ignored this and continued to part the curtain of cloud until she could walk through it. 5

Inside the dream room was bright, and the barrier was bright and shining like a cloud reflecting the colored rays of the setting sun. The dreams and thoughts hit Mikala like the rays of the summer sun, whizzing through her, and warming her with the child’s thoughts. She was surrounding by a cascading stream of wonderful thoughts and images, flowing through the child’s mind. There were sunny days and forests, small animals and soft blankets. These sent a warming feeling throughout Mikala, filling her mind with wondrous thoughts, and sharing her dreams with the child’s. 6

“Tramini Oranisla Temmire!” Mikala shouted into the dreams. This spell bound her dreams with those of the child’s for any amount of time needed for the meeting. All she had to do was repeat the spell backward when she was done, and the dreams would be un-bound. 7

Immediately after the words were uttered, she felt the overflowing of her mind, and the thoughts both coming in and out. She loved the feeling of her mind melding with another’s. She felt so open, yet safe because of the separate mind and the thoughts flowing thoughts around her. 8

Mikala felt the conscious presence of the child around her. The spell had worked and she was now a part of the child’s dream. She knew the child knew that this wasn’t real. The girl would just think it was an odd dream. Mikala then realized, that as she stood there observing her own thoughts, the girl would be dreaming her just like that, standing and starring. She figured she should say something, but she didn’t know what to say. 9

“Kirama Notani, Famarish Lapishnia.” Were the only words that Mikala could think of to say ‘I am a friend, don’t’ be alarmed. She was not sure whether or not the girl could understand her. The child had much knowledge of this world and the next that she should not know, but Mikala didn’t know if the ancient language was part of this knowledge.10

“Who…or what…. are you?” was the astonished reply from the child in the dream. Mikala focused and realized she could see the child but she was older, maybe seventeen or so. She even had the sense, or knowledge to ask what Mikala was instead of who she was. In most dream meetings, the dreamer would only see the Madge a person, and nothing more. The girl obviously knew this wasn’t a normal dream, but she didn’t know exactly what it was. 11

“I am Mikala, and as far as what I am, we will go over that when I think you are ready.” Mikala decided that she should talk in regular English since the girl wasn’t showing any signs of knowing the ancient language. “Who are you?” Mikala asked. The girl seemed confused at this. She must have thought that Mikala knew her name since she had started the dream. 12

“I-I’m Takara. Takara Mitaka.” Takara looked worried, she didn’t seem to know what was going on, but she didn’t go into this. “What did you say before?” she asked. “That kirama notani famarish lapishnia thing. What does that mean?”13

This time it was Mikala who was startled. Takara was able to remember the ancient language. She would be a fast learner, which was good. 14

“It means ‘I am a friend, don’t be alarmed’” Mikala replied. “How were you able to remember what I said?”15

“I’m not sure. I guess the words just sounded funny, so but to them to memory so I could ask about the later. Is that bad?” Takara seemed to be loosening up a little. This meant the Mikala could get a lot more information out of her and too her, which meant they may not have to meet again until Takara was truly ready for her training to begin. 16

“No. That’s really good. Mikala replied. “ Most people would only remember one word, if that. Many would just ignore the words all together.”17

Takara didn’t show any signs of pondering this answer, she simply moved on to the next question. 18

“Why are you here, in my dream? Will I remember any of this?”19

“Ahh…the hard question. Lets sit down, and I will tell you. It’s a very long and involved answer.” Mikala answered. She snapped her fingers and two cushions appeared on the floor. She sat down and Takara followed her lead. “Now lets go over what you already know. It will make things easier.” Mikala continued “Now as far as I can tell, you know this is not a normal dream, since you already asked if you would remember any of it. Is that correct?” Takara nodded, and then stared, waiting for the rest of the answer. She was eager to learn, and those who chose to look easily saw it. 20

“And now I’m guessing you want to know what kind of dream this is, since it’s not a normal one.” Mikala went on. “So I will tell you.” She smiled and waited for a reply from Takara. When she didn’t get one, she began to think of how to explain the situation. Here she was, invading this girls mind and she didn’t even know how to explain herself. Mikala still didn’t know how much Takara knew in her subconscious mind. The girl was only eight months or so into her life, but in truth, she was older. Her mind was maybe seven-teen. Or maybe it was an illusion, a scam for some sort of defense. But still, that was advanced knowledge to learn how to disguise your mind. Mikala still had trouble with it. 21

“Earlier you asked what I am. What did you mean by your question? How did you know to ask that?” Mikala needed o know this in order to explain herself. 22

“Well…I guess it was the language, and the way you spoke,” Takara answered, she looked like she was deep in thought. This gave Mikala the idea that Takara did not know why she asked the question, she just did.  Same as Mikala didn’t know why she said she was a friend and not to be alarmed. Or why she had spoken in the ancient language. 23

“Your voice just sounds different than other people that I’ve been around. And I’ve never heard that language before. Of course, I haven’t heard any other language than English, but yours seemed to stand out a little. Does that make any sense?” Takara seemed finished with her statement, and she seemed utterly confused at what she had said. 24

“Actually, that makes perfect sense.” Mikala assured her. “My voice should sound different, but it’s subtle, so normal people wont notice it. And the language is different than other languages in this world. This may not make sense to you until you are older, but my language is much like German compared to other languages of English, Spanish, French, and Italian. Those four languages are all based on the same words, so they sound a lot alike. German on the other hand, has a completely different sound with a whole new alphabet. But you don’t need to worry about that now, you learn it during your training.” Mikala finished. She knew she had probably just confused Takara completely out of her mind, but in a way it was necessary. 25

“My training?” was the only reply that she got out of Takara. “What are you talking about?”26

“I was getting to that. I’m going to start with what I am, since that was the first question you asked. That in turn will lead to your future, your training, and any other questions you might have.” Mikala hoped she wasn’t scaring Takara away from her. She new all this was new, but the girl was young. She’d understand soon…right? “You see…I’m not much different from regular humans. I am of a race called Hurésian, which was started over ten thousand years ago. There is a chance that it was around even before your world began, but it died out for some time before being started again. The only major difference between the Hurésian and Humans is our knowledge of magic and the actual truths of life.27

“The race was rediscovered of long ago when one of our elders discovered the Riecoomi, the book of our past. This book had information of our spells, our history, and everything that had happened in our time before. When the Hurésian died out, or went into hiding, only the book was left for the next in line to find. To any regular human, the book would look like your everyday fantasy novel, but for the Hurésian, it was a history. Since the Riecoomi was found, we have been trying to figure out what happened to our race, but we have not had any luck.” 28

Takara’s face looked as though she wanted to know more about the story, but it was not Mikala’s decision s to weather or not to tell it to her. That was for the high elders to decide. It Mikala told her the story, and Takara proved unfaithful, the information could be used against the race. Plus, Takara was still small and she was not strong enough to withstand an interrogation. If an enemy of the Hurésian found her and interrogated her about what she knew, it would be to hard for her to keep the information. 29

“I wish I could tell you more” said Mikala, “but it is not for me to decide. One of the high elders may tell you when are ready. 30