Lyris left the tower, certain in the knowledge that Timmit was taking Arn North, into the mountains. She and Kit road out of the city with the rain at their backs. A torrent that opened and fell, merciless on the hard-baked earth and flooding the streets. They had lost so much time, but the young woman rode, determined. She knew, that by choosing this path out of Toscun, that she wouldn’t reach the Hidden Island in time to complete her quest. She would not graduate to a Spirit of Myst.
Resolved, the young woman bent over Storm as the horse ran beside the road, Kit on his pony following close behind. Never had she imagined, that there would be something more important that completing her mage’s quest. Yet, here she was, sacrificing her study and her chance of becoming a Myst, to save a pr
