“Are we so close to the weeping tree?” asked Voran.
Tarin stopped, sighed heavily, and stretched himself to his full height.
“Raven Son. You must give up all thoughts of finding Living Water. You are not ready. You need to be trained. When you are ready, we will both seek it.”
An avalanche of fury burst from Voran’s chest. “Vasyllia is on the brink. You said it yourself. Why do we dawdle? We do not have the time!”
“You do not direct the flow of events in the world, Voran. There is a greater power than you at work here. If you go now, you will be eaten alive in minutes. Have you heard nothing of what I have said? The hag’s curse still stinks on you. Do I need to remind you of the five reasons for your slavery, especially the fifth one?”
The morning sun revealed a change in the landscap
