“Are you prepared?” the Spirit questioned.
“I am, Pigí,” Alana nodded as he looked upon her with a smile. His own children, the water nymphs, addressed him as Megáli Pigí, Great Source, calling him father in their own way, and Alana had soon come to know him as such, and he too thought of her as kin. His true name, the name which would allow the Mitéra to channel his power, could only be discovered and bestowed upon her during the Mitéra trials.
“Then we shall begin. It is time for you to once more gaze at the source.” Alana followed, a nervous skip to her steps until she stood above a small well spring, the place the Spirit had once said was the source of all water on Gaea's star. Her own eyes stared back, capturing her in a mesmerising thrall. No matter how she fought to glance away—to
