Chapter * 2 Following

Chapter * 2 Following

To add to his worries his venture in her mind discovered it was not magic that made her act like she was under a trance, but her own free will. He immediately found the reason for her sternness the second he crossed into her mind. Two voices. The first, a wail, long, thin, high. It broke frequently to take a breath. The second, a females booming, calm, and uncomfortably overpowering voice made Numair also fall into a stern yet alert trance.

"Shhhhhhhhh"

"Listen"

"Follow"

"Find"

Numair felt as if he trespassed on voices not meant for his ears. He quickly retreated from Diane's mind. The voices seemed unreal. They were not magic, more like voices that speak in ones head when they read or think. Then the voices came back. Only now they were in his mind.

"Go on"

"Listen"

"Follow"

"Find"

"Listen to what?" He thought. For a heartbeat the wailing that had become background music pulsed louder, quickly returned to its original volume. "Listen to that?" "That . . . voice?" He did notice that while the female voice spoke the bright star twinkled. He thought nothing of it at the time.

Numair understood. He followed the voice while the female voice instructed and encouraged them. Now he was sure that bright star twinkled while the voice spoke. He and Diane concentrated on the wailing sound while still comfortably aware of their surrounding. They trod on through the densening forest. Listening, Following, seeking their find.