Age Rating: 7 +
"But, Merofin," Shua said, "How can I save the Lirans by reading and memorizing prophecy? By the time I get to Lira, the war will be over!"
"You must trust the Guardians, Shua."
"I'm trying, Mero, but I don't understand."
Merofin put his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Sometimes, I too don't understand. The Guardians do not always make sense to us; they know so much more than we could imagine."
Shua sighed. Of course, Merofin was right. Who was he to question the Guardians? Still, it didn't make sense. The war in Lira raged on and Shua had yet to pick up a weapon. Maybe he was supposed to use only his Gift, but that would make him a medic, not a warrior.
Leaving Merofin to his books, Shua left the little cabin they shared and wandered across the meadow, aimlessly kicking rocks. "'No evil shall escape his might'," he murmured. What might? He probably couldn't even hold his own against Merofin. What could he do against a trained army?
Reaching the edge of the forest, Shua stopped and leaned against a tree. "Maybe I could heal them to death." He laughed in self-mockery. "The Saviour of Lira! I'm something special, aren't I?"
Probably, he was supposed to use his Gift to heal Lirans, but why wait? They were dying now, and many more would die while he memorized prophecy. "'Darkness shall fall, but death will take all 'til but one shall remain of the two' - will I defeat 'darkness'?" Shua wondered aloud. "How?"
Unexpectedly, he was answered. A voice like the wind through the trees and like water flowing over rocks spoke to him: "How? It will not be easy, but it will not be as difficult as you imagine, Son of Magic."
Amazed, Shua stood away from the tree and tried to find the source of the beautiful voice. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Who are you?" he asked, almost expecting a Guardian.
The voice flowed around him, filling the air with music: "I am everything and yet I am nothing. I will be your best friend or your worst enemy, Son of Magic."
Shua turned completely around, searching in vain for a glimpse of the speaker. "I don't understand."
"In time, you will understand everything."
The ground before Shua, which moments ago had supported only grass and stones, suddenly also held a woman more beautiful than Shua could have ever imagined. Her hair was like fire, her skin was like fine-grained wood, and her eyes reflected the colours around her, changing as she moved.
Speechless, Shua could only stare. None of the Guardians were female - they were often referred to as "Brothers" - so who and what was this?
The gorgeous apparition smiled. "I am called Lightning and I have come to show you the way."