by D. M. Almond
High above the land, nestled just below the cavern ceiling of New Fal, the Great Crystal Baetylus took an interest in the little human’s flight. Layers of light flickered over its multi-faceted, glassy surface as the implications of this event rolled over the Falian god, stirring him from the grogginess of his recent slumber.
It was a first to see a human willingly jump the wall. Generally, they were begging not to be exiled from the kingdom below. Curious, the Crystal scanned Logan’s mind, searching for some clue that would explain this rare event.
Sharply, the future danced before Baetylus, revealing that this was more than a mere moment of idle fancy. His flickering thoughts swelled into a thunderous storm of concern. What he saw had only taken the briefest of moments, but in that snippet of scrying, Baetylus understood enough to know that Logan Walker needed to be stopped. For if he was allowed to continue on this path, everything would be at risk.
