“Welcome home, Aeryn.” Kynae gently smiled at me.
I looked at her quizzically, and then returned my gaze to the incredible picture before me.
“Zulu, sound our return.”
Zulu nodded and slowly walked forward, and let out an unearthly, beautiful yet frightening sound that echoed across the desert. Instantly the cry was taken up from the city below, along with celebrating, waving and dancing. Zulu slowly walked back, allowing Kynae to come forward.
Her voice carried easily over the distance, loud and powerful, as she said, “We return, my good people! For the Ritual!” Excited cries filled the air, sending shivers down my spine, “And with us, we have a guest!” The air was so silent I could here my own heart beating. Kynae turned to me and I slowly walked forward in front of the crowd.
I closed my eyes and let my magic flow through me.
“I am Loria Aeryn, descendent of Tyme.” I then said something that I did not understand and suddenly a great light shone out from my staff, and it happened…