For the beginning of the night, all is calm. However, as Kiora trudges deeper in slumber, conflicting voices demand her attention. The lone soldier grimaces in her sleep. Her mind's eye fails to dream. Instead, all Kiora sees is an impenetrable darkness. The words that reach her insist on beckoning the young Daemik. For what cause, Kiora is uncertain.

"Non vouletta allertre," she whispers. "I do not want to go."

Her mumbles draw Luce awake. He flutters his eyes open. Without ...