Chapter 10 – The Beginnings of Magic
That night Cierwan slept in the shelter of a large tree's roots as the wind swept over the top of him. Shivering, he wrapped his cloak about him and moved in closer to the roots. It had taken him a week just to get this far. He had to go the long way for the Mirror Pool has shown him that spies of the Imrahid were watching the main routes for any suspicious movement. He was close to falling asleep when a hand reached out and touched his shoulder. Alert, he jumped up, reaching for his dagger, but stopped when he saw who it was. "Myra?" he asked to the ghost-like apparition before him. Myra laughed and held out her hand, "Come," she said, "We have not far to go." He took her hand and walked with her some further 5 kilometres when she let go of his hand. "You must make your own way to the Rohvarmsi settlement. I can not come with you because if my other self comes to close to my physical self, the damage would be irreversible," she smiled, "and we wouldn't want that now would we?" Her laugh seemed to light up the whole night and Cierwan wanted to make the moment last forever. Myra sobered up, "See you soon." Cierwan shook his head as Myra disappeared into thin air. He was used to turning into nothing himself, not seeing other people doing it. He rubbed his face to rid it of the sleep threatening to overtake him and hurried off in the direction of the Rohvarmsi, his heart fluttering at the thought of actually seeing Myra and holding her.
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Myra opened her eyes and looked up at Blohein. "It is done," she said, "he is on his way." Blohein clapped her hands and planted a kiss of Myra's cheek. "Well done, my child! Well done!" Eamon came up to her and pulled her up from her sitting position and danced with Myra around the room. "This girl is a prodigy!" he yelled to no-one in particular. "This girl is a bloody prodigy!" Myra laughed and Eamon took her into a dip. "Congratulations," he whispered and kissed her lips. Myra blushed and stood up and patted her dress down. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ioan give Eamon a disapproving look and Eamon shrugging his shoulders in return. Blohein ignoring what just happened came and took Myra's arm. "He is coming for you, Myra-Armaël. Only for you," she whispered to her and Myra's heart danced at the thought of seeing Cierwan again but hurt clouded the euphoria over, "Learn to forgive, Myra, you need to forgive him. He didn't want to lie to you." Myra sighed, "I know, Blohein, but I just can't help it.
Sometimes, I wish I could see him that very moment but then other times, I wish I would never have to see him again," she said faintly, so she could barely be heard over Eamon's "prodigy" song, "I have been hurt too much, Blohein, to let things just roll by the way they are." Blohein leaned over and kissed Myra's cheek. "Things will be alright in the end, Myra. Trust in fate." And with that Blohein moved away to silence Eamon and Ioan whom had joined in on the chorus of "The girl is a prodigy, the girl is a bloody prodigy."