Tanza!" she cried, leaping into the arms of her elder, nuzzling her face into the soft folds of her black robe. "Tanza, me and Galen are in trouble! You have to help! Summon Atzlar! Beg him to bring Calia! Please, help us!"
Sighing as she returned her young sister's embrace, Tanza shook her head. "We are doing everything we can. The necklace Pretayus wears, it makes it difficult to act upon him, and even more difficult to communicate with you now."
Celia pulled her face from Tanza's robe, confusion dominating in her expression, "Then how are you connecting with me?"
"Atzlar's heart bleeds for you, Celia, and thus he is now at my body with the rest of the clan, taking in their magic, adding his own, and channeling it into me to amplify my power while there is still distance between you a
