A platinum amulet crafted in such a way that it was the likeness of both the sun and a blooming flower hung about the young woman's neck. Her skin had a slight mahogany tint and her eyes were a green matched only by lush leaves in summer. Across from her stood a tall, handsome, and yet incredibly ordinary man… Lionel, the love of her life. His dusky brown hair complimented his hazel eyes exquisitely. He gazed deeply into the eyes of Jazymynn…his heart and soul, the mother of his son, and warmth flooded his senses.
They stood in the center of the great conference hall of the Covenants, perfectly centered on massive the depiction of an eclipsed sun on the floor…they were as ants inside a giant's cavern inside the massive amphitheater. Even to the untrained eye, the symbol on the floor bore a close likeness to the one about Jazmynn's neck, though they were clearly not identical. Their little son, no more than six years old and an uncanny likeness of his father, joyously played with his little night wisp friend in the background. They chased each other gleefully across the steps that made up the seating in the massive amphitheater. Night wisps did not often stray far from their forest…but this one had taken a particular fondness to their boy for some reason. Jazmynn suspected it was her mother's blood in him that drew Shar to him…they always did like fey-blooded folk better than most, though ever since she had become the keeper of the amulet they gave her an increasingly wider berth. It was baffling…but someone had to bear it, and Quercus thought it best that it not be himself for some reason. The treant was wise, so Jazmynn hadn't questioned him on it, merely thanked him for the honor.
All three of them wore loose, forest green cloaks, with the sigil and primary proverb of their covenant on it- a symbol matching the one about Jazmynn's neck with the words, "Our Most Sacred Mission- Protection of Nature's Soul," arching above and below it. Despite being indoors, a breeze seemed to play about Jazmynn's robes, her greenish black hair rustling quietly. Her eyes shine brilliantly as she gazes into her husband's eyes and offers out both of her hands, the sleeves of her robe hanging loose about her delicate wrists,
Her voice is airy and cheerful…an unbridled curiosity ringing clearly through it. Lionel beams back at her and places each of his hands gently in hers, palms up. The instant he touches her, the breeze playing about her robes begins to play about his, too. Jazmynn closed her eyes and began to hum, gently and quietly at first, and then more powerfully with purpose. Lionel closed his eyes, too, and began an incantation calling upon the spirits of nature to help them draw upon the greater powers present on this isle.
As time went on, the platinum amulet began to glow a forest green, and soon thereafter became an indescribable amalgam of colours that somehow looked equal parts kaleidoscope and black hole. Some time after that the ground began to quake and a deafening roar could be heard in the distance. For an instant, a flash of fear could be seen in the couple's eyes, and then they blinked out of Time and Reality.
Their son who had been playing around behind them had been snared by the rift in Time and Reality they had so briefly and foolishly opened. He was frozen mid-stride, flickering in and out of existence while his little night wisp friend flitted about him in an apparent panic. Tears rolled down the blue fairy creature's tiny face as she circled her boy in distress.
The room itself was seemingly untouched. Empty but for the frozen boy, flickering in and out of Time and Reality, his night wisp companion, Shar, and the platinum amulet laying on the ground where Jazmynn had stood.
It seemed an eternity before any semblance of help finally arrived. A beautiful gold great wyrm swooped into the room and landed beside the distraught night wisp. Sonngrad the Wing offered an upturned claw to the little night wisp, her normally threatening talons seeming somehow gentle in this moment. The tiny creature alighted there, kneeling and weeping still. She had bonded so closely to the boy…she could feel his presence leaving and returning over and over. It seemed to hurt her almost physically.
"Give it time," the great wyrm said to the tiny night wisp, "it won't be soon…but he will return to us. I'm almost certain. I will ward him so he will be safe in the meanwhile…and you must come home with me. Camellia will be glad to see you while we wait for this rift to release him."
Shar turned up her tiny face to gaze at the great gold wyrm and nodded solemnly. Sonngrad swept a wing beside the boy and the space around him seemed almost to shimmer as a mirage, and he could no longer be seen. Shar could still feel him, though, coming and going. It was all she could do not to fall apart.
Camellia sat a few feet from her small tree, humming quietly to herself while Shar perched solemnly on her shoulder. The little night wisp seldom strayed more than a few inches from the dryad for the past several millennia…her heart had been breaking all that time. Her boy had been flickering in and out of Time and Reality ever since his parents, Camellia's daughter and her daughter's husband, had gotten overconfident and created that rift all those years ago, wiping themselves from Time and Reality and snaring her grandson somewhere between those and whatever else there was.
Somewhere within the grove, Camellia could feel her god moving closer to her. Not long after, the branches before her were shouldered aside and in their place was a mass of sinew and platinum scales. Bahamut's voice rang in clear Sylvan as he brought his head down level with the dryad, his oldest and most devoted cleric,
"I can feel the wards on your grandson in Tebre being shifted. I think something is kicking him from the rift at last. I will send Sonngrad to insure he is dropped back into Time and Reality…not beyond it."
The platinum dragon's blue eyes became an even deeper blue as he spoke, his voice solemn but also encouraged,
"You might soon have your boy back, Shar."
The little night wisp sat up straight for the first time in almost ten millennia and made a short, but clearly hopeful humming noise. In the same instant, a gold dragon could be seen flying above the treetops and away.
Sonngrad assumed a young girl's form as she entered the marketplace that now existed in what was once the great hall of all the covenants. She looked no more than a common, dirty, street waif as she paced along the wall to the place where she had warded the boy all those years ago.
Lifting the wards and glamours she'd put upon him, the boy was visible once more, and still flickering in and out of Time and Reality. The stutter was uneven, now, though. Something had interrupted it…perhaps enough that he could be let loose from the rift's hold. Taking his hand in hers, she poured her energy into breaking him free, and after a time he stumbled and fell down. He looked around him, bewildered. Sonngrad in her girl form picked up the robe that fell loose from his shoulders and onto the ground as if it had been her that dropped it,
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you okay?"
The boy looked up at her and shook his head as if trying to clear it before saying breezily, "I'm just fine…is there anything I can help you with?" His voice was cheerful and carefree, but Sonngrad could tell he was confused…that he didn't remember. Bahamut's voice rang in her head advising her to leave him…let him grow awhile before Shar rejoins him. It is better not to interfere if we don't have to…and there are ways… The voice drifted off, but Sonngrad didn't question it. Bahamut knew what he was doing…she was sure of it, he always had so far.
"No..no I'm okay. I'll try not to knock anyone else over today." Sonngrad made a shy, embarrassed expression and turned and scurried away, headed back to the grove to report. Camellia's grandson still behind her, six years old and not remembering who he is, alone in Tebre. Somehow, though, she was sure he'd make it.