A mirror about twenty feet high and at least eight feet wide hovered in the air behind the four pillars. A steady ripple moved within the glass as if someone were dipping their finger in water.
“This is it,” Dy’Mün said, drawing the girls’ attention. “We are here. It is only a matter of time now. In the morning, we will begin the ceremony. We are safe—for now. Rest up. I must prepare.” The Elder sat before one of the pillars and studied the markings etched along the branches.
Naoni stepped up beside Caia and watched Dy’Mün for a few moments until it was clear the Elder wasn’t going to budge anytime soon. “So,” she began, turning to Archai, “how long will this take?”
“It is up to the old man’s memory,” Archai replied. “The script on the pillars is old; he must remember how to read it. If
