The Heart of Haven was quiet. The small fountain, bearing my likeness, burbled gently, like the small streams of Heartland. I sat before the state, sitting with my legs tucked up the side, unconsciously mirroring its pose. With a wave of my hand, I summoned my staff, resting it horizontally across my lap.
It had been weeks since I'd consciously sought the Oracle of Eternity, but it leaped at my call. Darkness broke across my vision, dragging me into my soul space. I focused on Aerion, Elise, the council–anything that might get me a glimpse of what lay ahead. Fate responded, weaving the starlight into a vision.
