Prelude
The moon rose slowly above the trees, brightening the night sky with the most light a full moon would shine upon the land for nearly a thousand years. Tonight was the lunar minimum, and it was also the full moon. The moon wouldn?t be this close to the land again in twelve lifetimes. It rose into the night bigger and brighter than anyone living had ever seen, or would see again.
The lake surface reflected a perfect image of that extraordinary moon as Lassadar stood motionlessly at the shoreline. The illuminated landscape cast black reflections of the trees against the silvery lake surface that were in stark contrast to the brilliance of the moon that now reflected its full face off the glass smooth surface. Tonight was auspicious for the magic Lassadar had come to perform.
Lassadar?s reflection shimmered in the lake?s surface as he reached for the ley lines within the land. The focused source of his power hummed beneath his feet before rising to answer his summons. The cream robes shifted, as though a breeze disturbed them, but tonight there was no natural flow of air strong enough to ripple the cloth, or the surface of the lake, or even the leaves in the trees. Everything was still and nearly silent as Lassadar?s whispered words drew magical power into his form. His image wavered before his aura took on the silvered glow akin to the moon?s own reflection in the lake.
Images flashed in his mind of the woman who?d haunted his dreams for weeks. His eyes closed to the ethereal beauty of the night around him as he focused himself on her face, her eyes, everything he could recall from his dreams about her. Tonight he was calling her to him. She haunted his nights, but he knew she was nowhere close to him. He?d have found her by now, and always she remained beyond his reach. Lassadar could no longer take the haunting images that kept him awake long into the nights. She was his destiny, his mate, and the time had come to lay claim to her.
The moon rose slowly above the trees, brightening the night sky with the most light a full moon would shine upon the land for nearly a thousand years. Tonight was the lunar minimum, and it was also the full moon. The moon wouldn?t be this close to the land again in twelve lifetimes. It rose into the night bigger and brighter than anyone living had ever seen, or would see again.
The lake surface reflected a perfect image of that extraordinary moon as Lassadar stood motionlessly at the shoreline. The illuminated landscape cast black reflections of the trees against the silvery lake surface that were in stark contrast to the brilliance of the moon that now reflected its full face off the glass smooth surface. Tonight was auspicious for the magic Lassadar had come to perform.
Lassadar?s reflection shimmered in the lake?s surface as he reached for the ley lines within the land. The focused source of his power hummed beneath his feet before rising to answer his summons. The cream robes shifted, as though a breeze disturbed them, but tonight there was no natural flow of air strong enough to ripple the cloth, or the surface of the lake, or even the leaves in the trees. Everything was still and nearly silent as Lassadar?s whispered words drew magical power into his form. His image wavered before his aura took on the silvered glow akin to the moon?s own reflection in the lake.
Images flashed in his mind of the woman who?d haunted his dreams for weeks. His eyes closed to the ethereal beauty of the night around him as he focused himself on her face, her eyes, everything he could recall from his dreams about her. Tonight he was calling her to him. She haunted his nights, but he knew she was nowhere close to him. He?d have found her by now, and always she remained beyond his reach. Lassadar could no longer take the haunting images that kept him awake long into the nights. She was his destiny, his mate, and the time had come to lay claim to her.