Meanwhile, at Jeneora's peak, a plant lay broken and dying in her shattered globe.
Suddenly, a soft voice rang out in the darkness, "Anizûl…you're dying Anizûl."
Lifting her head, Anizûl answered telepathically, I know.
Silently, Onyx knelt beside her, "Your job is done, I could just leave you to die, but…" she trailed off.
Shocked, the plant stared at her with large, luminous eyes the color of twilight, But what? What's to stop you from abandoning me?
Smiling sadly, Onyx reached and smoothed back the plant's hair with long, tapered fingers. "But, unlike some, I always repay my debts," she paused before continuing, "Anizûl; you saved the life of someone dear to me…and so now I save yours."
Anizûl tilted her head weakly, blood speckling her lips, How? You cannot heal my wounds.
Onyx nodded, "This is true…but tell me; haven't you ever wished to fly? To travel the winds freely and as you wish?"
The dying plant shuddered as another spasm wracked her body, Y-Yes…I have always envied the birds who flew in the sky above me…
Onyx closed her eyes, "Then so be it, Anizûl, so be it." Suddenly, the plant let out a resounding shriek as her form shifted and transformed. Within minutes, the wounded plant was gone, and in its place a beautiful golden eagle. Gathering it up in her arms, Onyx tossed the bird into the air and stared in silence as it flew off over the eastern horizon, where the sun was slowly rising. "Good luck," she murmured to no one in particular, "Good luck my sister…" And with that, she began the long trek back to the base of the landmark she created.