Tris met her teacher near the cave where they had held their first meditation lesson. Niko was dressed in a light green cotton tunic with crisp breeches and nicely fixed boots. His dark hair was tied back nicely while Tris's unruly curls were unsuccessfully tied beneath a scarf. The wind blew softly although it got a little quicker while passing Tris. The young weather witch was, at the moment, sprawled on her belly on a rock. Niko sat next to her, reading a book. Tris had a scroll in front of her; it was one about the yearly weather patterns of Emelan. Tris seemed unfocused and unsettled. Sandry's urgings to tell Niko of the voices and the person were itching at the back of her mind.

Niko glanced over at his young pupil. "What's on your mind Trisana?" he asked, using her full name.

Tris looked up at him from behind rimmed glasses. She sighed, knowing she'd have to tell sometime. "Niko, you remember when you told me I should always tell you if I hear anything on the winds?" she asked in a little meek voice.

Niko closed his book after marking his place and turned to the girl. His eyes turned serious and concerned. "Yes, I remember. Is there something you've heard or need to tell me?" he asked.

Tris scowled. He always knew what she was thinking. "Yes. You see, I've been hearing someone talking. I've never heard them before. Normally, I wouldn't care," she said, showing her dislike for others, "but this person seems to be pouring out magic. The winds that touch her bring back trances of strong magic. I think it's leaking from her." She bit her lip. Would Niko think that she was lying?

Niko now looked his student in the eyes, black ones searching stormy gray ones. He found his answer to if the truth was spoken or not. "Trisana, this is of serious importance. Can you pick up this girl's location?" he asked, kneeling down on the rock to be semi-eye level with her.

Tris was a little freaked by Niko's strong reaction to her mentioning. She shook her head. "I told you, they bring me back traces of magic, but no more. I can't find her or whoever she is," she told him. Her eyes were searching his for even a trance of what he was thinking, but her search was fruitless.

Niko sighed and stood, brushing off his clothes and picking up his book. "I need to leave. I must sort this out," he said, the tone in his voice had Tris up and tugging on his sleeve. "Tris let me go. You'll wrinkle me," he said in a patient voice. She reluctantly let go, but didn't stop persuing him.

"Niko, what is wrong? We've had cases like this before, but why the hurry or the seriousness?" she inquired. Niko stepped from her grasp, turning. "This is different. I have scried images and seen things. I must find her. She is calling for me or someone to," he told her. With that, he turned heel and marched off, leaving a very confused and hurt Tris behind.

As Niko walked away, many thoughts moved through his head. Leaking magic was something to worry about sure, but he had not lied when he told Tris he had seen this very thing while scrying. A small glimpse of a girl, shining brightly in her own brilliance, but this was not the girl he felt was near by. He knew he'd had a vision of someone who will be, not someone who is. He'd find the child, and with care, she would become the person he'd seen. He knew it. And he needed to find her and bring her to Discipline.

Note From Author- Sorry so short! The next chapter will be MUCH longer, I assure you. R&R please. And I will update next week!