| The Gathering slowly exited the Corrin Forest and entered the short Unnamed Valley. There was only one mile between the two forests but they all knew they were in trouble the moment the dark gray clouds blocked the sunlight. The sun was their only protection but, now, they were all right in danger�s thick arms. Many uneasy thoughts floated through all their minds about how they would ever make it to Flottantville together. The Golleths were out there somewhere, hunting and waiting for them. One wrong turn may cost them all their lives. Brendan was the only one out of the nine that had his head bent low. Why did they have to kill Mallowry? A tear rolled down his cheek. Brendan knew Falry was out there somewhere and hoped that at least he was still okay. Suddenly, a roar screeched through the open air of the vast valley. The Gathering gazed about the sky. �What was that?� Leosat questioned as they all kept riding. �A dragon.� Orson replied as the red creature came into view. The dragon was gigantic. It had two large horns on top of its head that showed it was fully-grown and powerful. A figure that neither Thetric, Kean, Trek, nor Brendan had ever laid eyes upon flew at the Gathering with great speed. The gigantic creature was beautiful in their eyes as it glided down to them through the air. As they all stared at the creature, they all noticed that there was a figure that almost seemed to be riding it on top of its back. Brendan stared at the dragon as it flew ever closer to the riders. His expression instantly changed from mournful to thrilled. �Lemmins!� Brendan shouted as they all stopped their horses. �It�s Lemmins!� The dragon drew closer and then, they could all see it; Lemmins rode it just like a horse. The dragon landed only feet away from them. �Are you still riding the primitive way?� Lemmins sarcastically remarked as he dismounted the creature. Kean, Trek, Thetric, and Brendan all embraced Lemmins. �Where were you, Lemmins? We were all so worried.� Thetric asked him. �I got distracted.� He gazed toward the dragon. �This is Mauwri.� He gazed back toward the Gathering. �We�re going to use him, Yoni, and Nalmon to travel from here on.� �Yoni and Nalmon?� No sooner had Trek spoken these words than a black and a purple dragon dropped violently beside Mauwri. �Oh.� �The black one is Nalmon.� Lemmins spoke as he climbed back onto Mauwri. �Trek, Brendan, and Kean shall ride with me. Zurchor, Penelopie, and Orson shall ride Yoni and the rest will board Nalmon.� �How do you know our names?� Penelopie remarked as they all mounted the dragons. �I�m a wizard.� Lemmins grinned. �I know everything.� Maurwi, Yoni, and Nalmon launched into the air. �It�s a lot safer to travel by air.� Lemmins commented as they torpedoed through the sky. �The Golleths don�t have any weapons that could reach us here.� �What about the weapon they used on Diego?� Thetric stared at Lemmins. �If there are any Golleths that remember how to make one, I�ll be very amazed.� He chuckled softly. �When we reach the forest that protects the Carpathia Garden, we will need to be extra careful. The forest abhors intruders that don�t respect her and will destroy any that defy her.� Lemmins shouted over the roar of the wind as they neared the Sleeping Forest. �Sounds like a very lovely lady.� Farshen joked as they landed. They all solemnly dismounted and stood outside of the Sleeping Forest. The tall, wide trees were bowed over as if actually asleep. The two at the opening crossed one another as if to create a doorway there. Past those trees was only darkness. �A little creepy, don�t you think?� Nobody answered Brendan�s question as they stared. Brendan took a step forward. �But we must cross here.� All watched as Brendan took a step into the forest. He turned and stared at his companions. �Come on. This is for Synth.� Brendan paused. �Without us, there will be no planet left t o save.� Orson walked toward Brendan and stood next to him. �He�s right. We can�t give up; not now.� Smiles spread across the dirty faces of the weary travelers as they all stepped into the blackness of the forest. An owl called and flew into the sky. �They have entered the Sleeping Forest.� Latroth declared as he stormed the bushes that concealed all thirteen Golleths. �They have eluded our troops and entered the trees.� �Blast them!� Selphar shouted. �How do they keep evading us?� �Also, sir,� Latroth stared at Selphar, �it seems Lemmins has survived and returned to them.� �Any more good news?� Selphar growled. �Actually, yes. It seems Lemmins has managed to awaken Mauwri, Yoni, and Nalmon the dragons. They are now being used as transportation.� �That�s it!� Selphar growled again. �We shall now travel by day and night. No more sleep and eat what you can catch.� The air was quiet as Selphar climbed onto his horse. �To Sleeping Forest!� The Gathering stood in the green light shining through the thick canopy. The light emitted from somewhere within the trees but not directly from the trees themselves. The air began to gently stir and a soft lonesome voice flowed toward them on the wind. �Who is thee that disturbs my peaceful forest?� �We are just travelers of a different sort, my lady.� Trek gazed around the trees. �Why hast thou decided to travel through my forest?� �We must reach the garden.� Trek thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. �Wilst thou depart from here after thoust journey is fulfilled?� �We only wish to reach the Carpathia Garden and then continue our quest.� �A quest hast been handed to thee?� �Yes,� Brendan stared to the glowing leaves, �a vicious quest of great importance.� �What is it that thoust carry?� �I carry nothing.� Suddenly, the light in the canopy died away and a type of shadow seemed to befall them. �The light hast faded. Thou hast deceived me, hast thou not?� �I deceive no one.� �If thoust cannot be truthful, thou hast not the heart to continue through my wood. Now I ask thee again, stranger, what is it thou carry?� Brendan sighed. �I carry the Eye.� The wind died for a second and then rose even higher. �Thou hast brought the Eye to my wood? The lost map of the forgotten city is here?� Brendan gulped. �Thou wish to pass through my wood? Well, thou must leave after thou speakest to the lady.� �We will.� �Consider this: once thou coninuest thoust endeavor, thoust world wilst change and the people will begin to fear thou and thoust own. Everything thou touch shall fall.� There was a short pause. �I know.� Brendan sighed. �I live fore Synth and would do anything to protect her and her people � all of her people. I know I will lose a lot but that doesn�t seem to bother me anymore. I will continue no matter what I must endure.� The wind died and the trees melted away to reveal a stone path lined with flowers and hedges. Birds sang as the travelers walked down the pathway and toward the tall-standing statue in the center of Carpathia Garden. �Wow.� The words slipped from Thetric�s lips as they stopped in front of the marble figure and gazed about the abundance of flowers in the garden. �This is amazing.� The marble sculpture was of a faerie reaching toward the sky. The faerie's wings were spread as if preparing to fly and an arrow jutted out of her side. �Le Femme Blanche.� Lemmins whispered as he approached the statue. �She really exists.� �Le Femme Blanche?� Trek stared at Lemmins. �Even I have not heard this story of yours.� Lemmins grinned. �Then, I shall tell you.� He turned toward the Gathering. �Le Femme Blanche - the White Lady - was said to be a faerie outcast that lived in a vast prairie of flowers on the other side of a dormant forest. She guarded the area for years from the Golleths but,� Lemmins approached the statue and placed a hand upon it, �the Golleths launched a surprise attack that the White Lady had not prepared for. The Cour de Fa� had known about the attack but had failed to reach the garden in time to save her. When the faerie troops finally arrived, they found her completely stone. One of the Golleths poisonous arrows had pierced her and turned her into a memory.� Lemmins gazed back toward the Gathering. �She still protects the garden even now.� The travelers, stunned at the legend, walked toward the statue and gazed up toward its face. Suddenly, a small drop rolled down her cheek. �Is she crying?� Brendan walked closer to Le Femme Blanche and stared even harder. Another tear fell past her face. Brendan watched as the tear fell toward him and softly landed on his cheek. A flash of yellow light exploded from the Eye and forced him back. This light was even more blinding than any of the other lights that had come from the necklace. As the glow faded, a small bluebird flew into the sky. �Does that happen every time?� Leosat lowered his arm from his face. No one answered Leosat. Brendan instead stared intently at the statue. Something had been added to the statue or maybe he had not noticed it before. Around Le Femme Blanche�s neck was a very familiar item; a necklace just like the one Brendan wore. An exact replica of the Eye hung there. Then, it came to him. Diego had an eye carved into the base of his statue after the map had come. Brendan turned toward the others. So did the Dead Tree and the table at Vecrive. �I just realized something.� Brendan walked toward the group. �Everywhere we go, every time we get a map, there is an eye somewhere on the figure.� He paused when he realized the unbelieving stares. �The table at Vecrive had an eye etched into the wood, Diego had an eye carved into him when he was still stone, and the Dead Tree had one carved into its base.� Nobody responded. �Don�t you understand?� Brendan raised his voice as he stepped toward them. �No matter where we go, when we get a map the Golleths will know.� Brendan angrily pointed toward the necklace on the statue. �That wasn�t there before. It arrived only after the light passed.� He paused and caught his breath. �We�ll never get rid of them.� �You know,� Thetric finally responded, �he�s right. I remember when Diego knocked me out of the boat, I caught a glimpse of an Eye on his leg before the waves swallowed me.� As the eyes bore into Thetric, the sound of stone falling to the ground flooded all their ears. As another piece of marble crashed to the ground, the Gathering turned toward the statue. Gazing toward Le Femme Blanche, they all watched as the statue slowly broke apart to reveal flesh. A soothing green light surrounded Le Femme Blanche as the last piece of stone fell and she floated into the air. Le Femme Blanche gazed down at the Gathering. �I have not much time.� Her voice rose and fell like the wind. �I have been arisen to warn thee.� She pointed toward the arrow still in her side. �This will soon transform me back.� She rose her hands again. �Thou hast traveled long distances in hope to save Synth but I am here to tell thee that once, or if, thou reaches the great city above, thou shalt be in grave danger. The Eye thou carries around thy neck will trigger the system as soon as thee steps foot upon the isle. On Flottantville, there are eyes everywhere and can be catastrophic if they spot thee. They are all triggered differently so, I cannot reveal what shall come to pass.� She briefly paused. �Thou shalt notice a change when thou reaches thy next destination. I must go.� �What will change?� Trek spoke as Le Femme Blanche lowered back to the stone platform. Le Femme Blanche remained quiet but positioned herself reaching for the sky once again. �What will change?� The Gathering watched as she slowly transformed back into stone. Then, Trek turned toward Brendan and the look upon Trek�s face made Brendan shudder. �Tell me where we�re going next, Brendan.� �Hey, Trek, are you going to be all right because�� �Tell me where we�re going next!� Brendan sighed and raised the pendant once again to his eye. A flash of yellow, brown, and black invaded him. He saw small cottages and a bright, shining sun. He trembled softly as the scene moved on. It cannot be. He thought as he slowly lowered the necklace and stared at Penelopie. A worried expression crossed her face. �Where are we going, Brendan?� Brendan only stared back at her as though in a trance. Penelopie approached him and placed her hands on his cheeks. �Brendan, where are we going?� Brendan stared desperately back at her. �Xornon.� An unsettling wind blew past them as they all boarded the dragons and flew toward Xornon. Brendan lie sleeping next to Penelopie and she caressed his hair as he dreamed. �What are you going to do, Brendan? You must travel to Xornon, to Vincent.� �Vincent is dead.� �You don�t really believe that, do you? ��yes.� �No, you don�t. You can feel it; something out of place, something that�s just not right.� �But he can�t be alive. I threw him into the canyon.� �Penelopie lived.� �Well�� �You�ll find out when you reach Xornon.� �Maybe.� �Well, then, wake up!� Brendan opened his eyes and gazed into Penelopie�s. �Do you think Vincent will be there?� Brendan sat up. �Vincent�s dead, you know that. You threw him into the canyon.� �But, you lived.� Penelopie paused. She had never thought of that predicament. The fall into the canyon should have killed her but, how did she survive? She could not remember. Penelopie and Brendan came back to reality as Nalmon landed next to Yoni on the hard ground in front of Xornon. The town was different. Had something else happened in those six years that neither could remember? �Something�s not right.� Penelopie spoke as the Gathering entered the town. �Do you know this place?� Zurchor responded as they stopped outside the Xornon Inn. Penelopie and Brendan stared toward the group. �Yes.� Penelopie replied. �This was my and Brendan�s hometown. We grew up together.� Brendan slightly nodded as they all gazed about the small town. The cottages looked the same as they had six years ago. The water tower next to Brendan�s old house was still there. The small, stray dog that always ran around the town strolled past his feet. What�s wrong? He asked himself as he bent down and petted the dog. What�s so different about this place? �Wouldn�t you say so, Brendan?� Lemmins stared at him. Brendan slowly stood and faced the Gathering. �I�m sorry,� Brendan replied sheepishly, �what?� �I said that it would probably be nice to stay a day in your old hometown, wouldn�t it?� �Yeah, I guess.� �Brendan and I,� Penelopie stated, �had some rough times here,� she bowed her head, �but�� Penelopie�s voice faded away as Brendan gazed toward his old house. Something�s out of place somewhere, he walked two steps forward, but what? His eyes wandered to Penelopie�s old home. �What happened here?� Brendan yelled. �What is it?� Kean followed Brendan�s gaze toward the dwelling. �Penelopie,� Brendan stared at her, �didn�t you used to have only one window on this side of your bedroom?� �Yes, but why do you ask?� Penelopie gazed toward Brendan with a startled expression. Brendan pointed at the cottage. �Now, you have three.� Penelopie fixed her gaze now upon the three distinct rounded windows on the top floor of the house. �That�s strange.� The Gathering slowly approached the house. Upon entry, Penelopie suddenly stopped and stared unbelievingly about the rooms. �It�s backwards.� She entered another room and gazed about it in horror. �It�s all backwards.� The group ran back outside and into Brendan�s old living quarters. Brendan�s expression twisted when he also noticed his house was completely reversed as well. They all slowly shuffled back to the street and stared at the rest of the town. �Why are our houses backwards but the rest of the town is not?� Brendan hesitated as he gazed back toward Penelopie. �Something else happened six years ago that altered not only our houses but us as well. We must remember. What happened to us?� What did happen? Penelopie thought as she stared back at him. Why can�t I remember? �What happened here six years ago?� Lemmins stepped toward Brendan and Penelopie. Brendan took a deep breath. �Penelopie and I lived here together. We weren�t the best of friends because we both were friends with people the other despised. Soon, she grew to be just like her friends. One day, word came from the valley across the canyon that her father had died in a horrible explosion across there. I visited her as soon as I heard but, of course, she was not very welcoming. She refused to believe that her father had died so she attempted to cross the stone bridge that crossed the canyon. I tried to stop her but, on her way back to me, a gust of wind forced her off the strip but I caught her wrist and would have pulled her out if Vincent hadn�t come. As I began to raise her, Vincent stomped upon my wrists and my grip failed. I watched as she tumbled into the blackness. I was so angry with this person that called himself my friend that I grabbed him and threw him over the edge and into the ravine. �Everyone in Xornon blamed me for what happened in the canyon. They made me miserable so I decided to leave Xornon and move to Soir Vert. No matter what happened, I couldn�t bring myself to forget those horrors.� He took another deep breath. �But there�s a time lapse in my memory. I just cannot remember what happened before I left here.� �It seems,� Lemmins replied as he stroked his chin, �we must find what happened in order to understand why your houses have been altered. First, let�s talk to the man in the inn whilst we get a room.� The inn smelled like dust as the Gathering slowly entered. A man stood behind the small wooden counter and smiled as they approached. With Brendan and Penelopie behind the crowd, Lemmins stepped forward with Orson and leaned onto the counter. �We would like a room for the night, good sir.� Lemmins spoke to the man. �You fellows are in luck. The only room we have is open.� He handed Lemmins a key. �You know, we don�t get many travelers here.� Brendan pushed his way past Trek and Kean. �Why is that?� Brendan stood next to Lemmins. �What happened that keeps them all away?� �Well,� the man scratched his head, �many years ago, there was an accident with three young people by the names of Vincent Vanderchauff, Penelopie Reznik, and, well, I forget the other kid�s name.� �Brendan Trendian.� �Yeah, that was it. There was some accident at the canyon south of here where two of the kids fell in. That Brendan fellow was the only one able to stay on the ground.� The man shook his head. �Poor kid, though. Was really torn up about the ordeal and spent most of his days inside his house. Would only come out at night to gaze into the gorge. Really sad, it was.� He gazed up at Brendan. �Then, one day, some kid shows up claiming to be Vincent Vanderchauff. I�ll admit, they had a remarkably good resemblance but all the papers said he was dead. That boy came anyway and waltzed into the mines. We all tried to stop him because we all knew the mines could collapse but he just didn�t seem to bother. �Late that same night, a young girl headed into the tunnels. If I didn�t know any better, I�d a bet it was that Penelopie kid. A few hours later, strange sounds like fighting could be hear coming from the mines. Then, that Brendan boy ran out of his house in a frantic and straight into the mine screaming something about Penelopie. After a while, another weird sound came from the tunnels. It sounded like�� The man stopped and stared at the Gathering. �Who are you people?� �I am Lemmins, my good man.� �Orson.� �Trek.� �Kean Feltrie.� �Thetric Telfer.� �Leosat.� �Farshen.� �Zurchor.� Penelopie and Brendan just stared, too afraid to answer. The man pointed at them. �Who are you two?� �I am Brendan Trendian.� �And I am Penelopie Reznik.� �You can�t be.� The man backed away from the counter with a frightened expression on his face. �You�re both dead!� The man rushed into a door behind him. The door slammed and the ten travelers stood alone in the lobby. An odd feeling swept over Brendan�s body. What happened that could have frightened him that badly? Brendan thought to himself as they all walked up the flight of stairs to the large room above. They opened the doors and stared at the vast room. The room contained three worn beds, a dresser, and a table with two chairs. There was tan carpet upon the floors and white paint splattered on the walls. �This is actually very nice.� Leosat sat on the bed nearest the door. �Trek and I shall share this bed. There are things I would like to know.� �Penelopie and I shall sleep on the floor.� Brendan gazed at Lemmins. �I feel we need to catch up and try to find out why everything has changed.� The sun slowly drifted past the horizon and the Gathering slowly fell asleep. The last thing Brendan felt before fading away to be haunted by the mysterious voice from his past was Penelopie�s fingers gently twisting his hair. Strange sounds erupted from Brendan�s dreams. �Penelopie!� He yelled as the blackness split and he saw himself running into the mine. �Penelopie!� As he entered the mouth of the glowing cave, he could hear two people arguing. �You shan�t stop me, Penelopie.� Vincent shouted. �No matter what you do, you can�t stop me.� Brendan peeked around the mouth of the cave just in time to see Vincent push Penelopie into a deep crevasse in the rock of the mine. �Penelopie!� He yelled as he ran to the crevasse and peered into its depths. Vincent laughed evilly. �She�s gone forever now, Brendan, and I shall have power over everybody.� �What?� Brendan turned abruptly toward Vincent. Vincent took a step forward. �When I landed in the Xornon River, I heard a mystical voice call out to me from its depths about my mother, Crenta. So, I researched everything on her for years to try and find out what was so important about her. That was when I came across a book written by her. It revealed to me how to reach the ultimate power just by using a certain substance from this mine. That is also when I found that Crenta had been infused with a substance that made her no longer mortal. She was now superhuman and, so was I for, when she was injected, as was I.� Vincent laughed evilly again. �Once I collect this item, I shall gain the ultimate power and rule after I find my mother.� �Your mother is dead, Vincent.� �That is where you are mistaken. The substance made her eternal. She can never die.� He frowned. �But only half of the substance reached me.� Brendan�s face grew angry as Vincent slowly stepped toward him. �You must not interfere!� Vincent threw a large piece of rock from the mine toward Brendan. Brendan fell to the ground but soon rose. Again, Vincent taunted him. �You cannot destroy me, Brendan.� Vincent slowly walked past him. �You can never stop me.� Vincent slowly bent down and picked up the stone. Brendan glared hatefully as Vincent began to walk toward the mouth of the cave. The scene slowly faded to black. �What happened?� �You tell me.� �I don�t know.� �Then, neither do I for I am you, remember?� �Vincent tried to kill Penelopie again but, why?� �He did more than that. Would you like me to show you?� �No.� �But, why not?� �I don�t want to remember those memories. I couldn�t put up with them then, how could I now?� A soft screaming echoed through his mind. �Please, stop.� The screaming grew louder. �I don�t want to remember!� A white light erupted in his brain. Brendan stood outside of the cave and stared at the havoc in the town. In the center stood Vincent, slaughtering villagers. Brendan watched as Vincent slew Brendan and Penelopie�s parents. �Vincent!� Brendan ran up to him. �Stop, please!� Vincent turned and drove the steel blade into Brendan�s side. Brendan yelped in pain as Vincent pulled the sword from his flesh. Vincent rose his hands into the air. �Show them the mirror!� He yelled and a blue light covered the town. Then, it once again faded to black. �That�s not true!� �Yes, Brendan, it is. You were almost killed that day.� �But I don�t remember any of that.� �Of course not. The light was too powerful for you; it erased you memory up until the canyon.� �You�re a liar!� �Why don�t you check yourself. You�re bound to have some mark somewhere to prove all of this.� �I shall!� �Wake up!� The sun peeked through the window above him as he opened his eyes. He noticed that Penelopie was gone. He abruptly sat up and gazed toward his stomach. With a shaking hand, Brendan pulled up the corner of his tattered shirt and gazed down at his side. �Impossible.� He whispered as he stared at the diamond-shaped scar. Brendan let loose of the cloth and slowly stood. He walked toward the doors and into the extensive hallway beyond. Holding onto the railing, he climbed down the steps. Entering the lobby, he noticed the innkeeper behind the counter once again. �Your friends are in the kitchen, Brendan.� The man spoke. �They seem rather worried, son.� Brendan opened the heavy wooden door behind the desk and entered the kitchen. Trek, Lemmins, Thetric, Kean, Leosat, Orson, Farshen, Zurchor, and Penelopie stood inside and stared as he entered. �Oh, Brendan.� Penelopie rushed to him and held him tight. �I was so worried.� �Why?� Brendan was confused. �You were screaming in your sleep and, no matter how we tried, no one could wake you.� She paused. �You even started crying.� Kean noticed Brendan�s unbelieving stare. �She�s telling the truth. Everyone tried so hard to wake you.� Brendan sat in a nearby chair and gazed down at his hands as Penelopie kneeled beside him. �I remember what happened here. Well, most of it anyway.� He paused. �That�s what I was dreaming.� �What was it you dreamt?� Kean kneeled next to Penelopie on the floor. �It was more reality than an dream.� Brendan leaned back in the chair. �It was similar to what the innkeeper had told us but, there was more. After I had run into the mine, I witnessed Vincent shove Penelopie into this sort of crater. I pleaded with him why he had tried to destroy her again. All the time, he talked about an ultimate power and ruling. I tried to tell him he was crazy. Then, he hit me with a piece of the mine stone and left. I walked outside just as�� Brendan paused as a tear rolled down his face, �just as he was killing my parents and all the other villagers.� He lifted the corner of his shirt to reveal the scar. �When I tried to stop him, he drove a blade into me.� He lowered the cloth. �He spoke something about a mirror and that�s when I went unconscious.� �Wow.� Penelopie stared at Brendan�s tear-streaked face and stood. �He killed everyone?� �No, just people important to us.� Brendan closed his eyes. �Show them the mirror.� He spoke and thought at the same time. �What?� Lemmins stepped forward. �What did you say?� �Show them the mirror.� Brendan led his gaze to Lemmins. �That�s what Vincent said and then a blue light filled the town.� �Very interesting.� Lemmins stroked his chin. �What does it mean, Lemmins?� �To tell you the truth,� Lemmins lowered his hand, �I really don�t know.� �What did you all do to the innkeeper?� Brendan grinned. �He called me Brendan earlier.� �Nothing.� Thetric shrugged. �I guess he just decided to believe us.� Brendan and Penelopie stood. �We must continue to Flottantville.� Brendan spoke. �There�s only one ultimate power I know of and it�s on that island. If that piece of mine really can trigger the system then, we must beat Vincent there.� The Gathering walked toward the door. �We must hurry.� Lemmins spoke as they all exited onto the streets of Xornon. �Who knows what havoc Vincent may have already caused?� The Golleths rode to the edge of the Sleeping Forest. Selphar nudged his horse ahead of the others. �We must reach the Carpathia Garden!� He yelled. �Why hast thou come here?� �We must reach the garden!� Turzer replied. �The travelers have departed.� �We must reach Le Femme Blanche now!� The wind softly died and the forest spilt. The thirteen Golleths slowly rode onto the path that led to the statue of Le Femme Blanche. Selphar snarled and pulled out a large mallet. �I know you helped them.� He rode closer to her. �I know you told them about the change,� Selphar raised the mallet higher, �and now you shall pay with your life!� Selphar swung the mallet with all his might and it slammed hard against her head. 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