The youth was… notable to say the least. He had crossed a great distance in order to hold this audience with the High Lord, and despite the fact that his eyes screamed terror he was very courageous. Saetan folded his hands on the great oak desk, his analyzing eyes still falling on the young Hishiek. It was clear to anyone who knew of the Hishieks that Kale did not posses a dark jewel, his coloring explained that much. The blond hair and baby blue eyes, although light compared to Saetan's rich coloring, were dark for a Hishiek. The darker features of a Hishiek left them with lighter jewels, Saetan knew that much, which is why he was surprised to see the Red Jewel hanging from the boy's neck. It seemed that the Red was considered light to the Hishieks.

"So tell me," Saetan believed that the foreboding silence had gone on long enough, "What brings you here, Prince Kale?"

An audible sigh was expressed, and a great weight seemed to be dispelled from the Prince. The snake that was etched into his check seemed to soften and become less noticeable as he relaxed. Saetan took great note of this mark, never before had he seen one so exposed, it added to the youth's impressiveness.

"High Lord," Kale's voice was strong, deep, and rich, Saetan was charmed by his valor. "I come on behalf of my sister. For reasons unexplained, she believes the land is in danger, and to save it from destruction the Mother is killing innocents."

Saetan raised a finely shaped brow, musing over the possibilities.

(Break)

"I can't believe this is happening." Phayaton sunk onto the couch and stared at the three deer, the two birds, and the bunny that somehow had crowded into her living room. Her mother, Darlane, turned from scratching the bunny between the ears to met her confused daughter.

"They've come for your protection." The ancient witch stated as if it was as plan as day. "They sense the land is dying and know, under your protection, they won't be harmed."

One of the deer stepped forwards, a stag and obviously the leader, he lowered his head, as if in a bow, before looking at her with surprisingly intelligent eyes. As if on cue, all the rest fallowed example and bent their heads in respect.

Phayaton shifted away from the intimidating beast. "Mother, what is going on?"

"They're Kindred, Blood like we are Blood. Representing their clans they ask for sanctuary in our lands."

Phayaton felt her eyes bulge out of her head; she looked from the stag to the rest, and found herself completely overwhelmed. "Is this some kind of joke, I don't understand." Suddenly catching a glimpse of a Yellow Jewel, that peeked out from beneath the stag's red fur, she began to understand that she wasn't entertaining mere animals. "I didn't mean to seem rude, I'm sorry.I am Phayaton. Prince, what is your name?"

There was a moment of complete serenity, as something seemed to pass by Phayaton, brushing her inner barriers, and then it was gone. However, there seemed to be some silent conversation occurring between the Prince and Darlane. Phayaton watched with curiosity as the two stared at each other; the Prince's small brown eyes exuding knowledge, while Darlane's blank one's gathered it. It lasted only seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime before Darlane turned back to her daughter.

"The Prince is called Argentum, or Silver Tongued. For every word he utters is precious."

Phayaton thought about this, wondering whether he was born with this name or earned it. Deciding on the later, she didn't know what good it would do her since she couldn't hear him. "I don't know how I can help, I just don't understand you or your people. I can't…"

Darlane sprung forward grabbing Phayaton's wrist, dragging her up from the couch and forward, to press her hand into Argentum's red fur. The twisted woman was strong, and under the pressure Phayaton's bones began to jar against one another. "If you can't hear his fears… feel them." With her hand sliding through the glossy fur Phayaton felt a quiver of Yellow power. Her mother pressed her hand deeper into the coat, in pure desperation. "Feel it!"

Argentum held his place, as if understanding the gravity of this situation, and suddenly Phayaton could feel the fear; feel it as if it was her very own. This strong Prince knew that his clan would be lost if they couldn't take sanctuary, he knew that something was happening, and he feared it. He feared the land that he had loved since the moment he had stood on his wobbly, newborn legs. And this fear was great, this fear was treacherous, and this fear would end him if she didn't help.

Phayaton let out a scream, this was too much for her to handle and she sunk to the floor in exhaustion. Above her she could see her mother's face, etched with craziness, and Argentum, strong and noble, peering down at her for answers. "My land will host you." The words fell from her lips, and then everything went dark.