Journey

Malakyte looked out at the vast land below her. It had been a week since her departure from Sylvhara, a departure she regretted for she missed her friends. But the disappearance of her beloved land of Anar drove her on. Surely a whole forest could not simply up and vanish like that. Beyond the obvious upset with the event there was the fact that such was her connection to it that she felt a part of herself missing.

Long nights had she spent there, gazing to the north, yet communing with the land itself. It was there that her first communion with the elements, the air, water, and land had happened. It was there she first had words with the birds, animals and trees.

What magic had taken the mountains, the glacier and forest, as well as the druid stones and simply vanished them? She had been very troubled by the occurrence. The Fae lands magical appearance in its place only cemented the fact that the land was gone.. perhaps forever.

In those last days she had explored the lands thoroughly, seeking a clue to the vanished forest. But there had been none save a single stone that somehow had fallen from that land into the waters of Elen. She had taken this, the very last connection to the land and placed it in her pouch, keeping it with her day and night.

One morning she awoke from a dream, one that showed her on a journey, seeking the forest of Anar and with that dream came the driving urge to find it once more.

So after a conversation with her Second, Powers, giving him authority to rule the dragons in her stead until her return, she had departed, not knowing when she might return. She thought it might be a short journey, but it had lasted for over a week and she had no further clue as to the solution of this puzzle except for what she felt from the stone, a feeling that it was not in dissolution but that it still existed, somewhere.

And so she traveled on, from the North West edge of the world, exploring all the lands that fell below her wings.