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continue to increase.”
“ I do agree with Master Tree in this regard,” Master Jo said in support. “He is right, Naero. Once we have time, you can train fully with the Order Master on Taeha, and finally with me on Oorrii. But we must stabilize you first, or you will never survive long enough to have a chance to complete your full training. Your growing powers will overwhelm and crush you, long before then, I fear.”
“ Trust us,” Master Tree said. “Trust our wisdom and the process, at least for a month or two. That is not so much to ask. Trust in our training and give us all the chances we need. You need time to explore and strengthen your abilities and your control of them. We need some time to study you further, and learn better how to guide and help you along this difficult path. Once we are better informed, and you are more confident, then we can begin to tackle other issues.”
Master Vane still scoffed. “Do we even have one or two months? You fools really think any of this is going to wait that long? Each day she grows more and more powerful, closer and closer to going out of control.”
Master Jo snapped at Vane suddenly. “We are her only chance, and we will all work diligently to provide her with the best chance that she will have to succeed and survive. And you will do your part as well, High Master.”
Master Vane raised both eyebrows. “Yes, indeed. Certainly I will waste my time further on an obvious lost cause–just to prove my point all the more to both of you fools, in the end.”
Naero gave the High Masters a full account of every thought, dream, and interaction she had had with the mysterious artifact thus far.
She appreciated all that they were trying to do for her. But whatever they said, she and Om both agreed that they desperately needed further information.
On her free day that weekend, she could go back up to her ship.
If Baeven was still around, she had a lot of questions for him. The High Masters let slip that they had faced a situation such as this once before–with another member of Clan Maeris–and possibly with another one of these strange artifacts. How many of them were there? Where did they come from? And somehow, it had all ended in some kind of disaster once before.
Everything pointed to Baeven, and perhaps one of the main reasons that he was banished, made an outcast, and sentenced to death in the first place.
Vane seemed to believe that Naero and the High Masters were going to somehow repeat that same mistake or series of mistakes–whatever they were.
More than ever now, Naero needed to know exactly what had happened in the past.
That night, she dreamed that the obelisk had finally stopped shifting its shape, and took on a completely new form.
Now the bizarre artifact looked like a statue, made out of some kind of unbreakable material.
Now it looked exactly like Naero, herself.
7
The following morning was capped by a drenching rain and slight thunderstorms the rolled up from the south. At sparring practice the next day, Naero went to the arena, trying to expect anything–even a Chaos adept beat down.
Many of her traps were still in place. She could attempt to play the same cat-and-mouse game she had used with the Change adepts.
Yet once she arrived, she only saw three persons, and one of them was Gaviok. Naero raced up to her friend and hugged him.
“ How are you?” she asked him.
Gaviok grinned as only a mantid could. “Never better,” he said cheerfully. He was his normal, cheery, dark blue color, but it lightened slightly when he came near to her. Gaviok had a great fondness for her, mostly because she was Baeven’s niece.
Naero scanned the area with her various senses and abilities. Her sense of warning was n’t even flickering.
“ I half expected the Chaos adepts to jump all over me the second I arrived,” she said. “I thought for sure Master Vane would put them up to some deviltry involving me.”
Gaviok
“ I do agree with Master Tree in this regard,” Master Jo said in support. “He is right, Naero. Once we have time, you can train fully with the Order Master on Taeha, and finally with me on Oorrii. But we must stabilize you first, or you will never survive long enough to have a chance to complete your full training. Your growing powers will overwhelm and crush you, long before then, I fear.”
“ Trust us,” Master Tree said. “Trust our wisdom and the process, at least for a month or two. That is not so much to ask. Trust in our training and give us all the chances we need. You need time to explore and strengthen your abilities and your control of them. We need some time to study you further, and learn better how to guide and help you along this difficult path. Once we are better informed, and you are more confident, then we can begin to tackle other issues.”
Master Vane still scoffed. “Do we even have one or two months? You fools really think any of this is going to wait that long? Each day she grows more and more powerful, closer and closer to going out of control.”
Master Jo snapped at Vane suddenly. “We are her only chance, and we will all work diligently to provide her with the best chance that she will have to succeed and survive. And you will do your part as well, High Master.”
Master Vane raised both eyebrows. “Yes, indeed. Certainly I will waste my time further on an obvious lost cause–just to prove my point all the more to both of you fools, in the end.”
Naero gave the High Masters a full account of every thought, dream, and interaction she had had with the mysterious artifact thus far.
She appreciated all that they were trying to do for her. But whatever they said, she and Om both agreed that they desperately needed further information.
On her free day that weekend, she could go back up to her ship.
If Baeven was still around, she had a lot of questions for him. The High Masters let slip that they had faced a situation such as this once before–with another member of Clan Maeris–and possibly with another one of these strange artifacts. How many of them were there? Where did they come from? And somehow, it had all ended in some kind of disaster once before.
Everything pointed to Baeven, and perhaps one of the main reasons that he was banished, made an outcast, and sentenced to death in the first place.
Vane seemed to believe that Naero and the High Masters were going to somehow repeat that same mistake or series of mistakes–whatever they were.
More than ever now, Naero needed to know exactly what had happened in the past.
That night, she dreamed that the obelisk had finally stopped shifting its shape, and took on a completely new form.
Now the bizarre artifact looked like a statue, made out of some kind of unbreakable material.
Now it looked exactly like Naero, herself.
7
The following morning was capped by a drenching rain and slight thunderstorms the rolled up from the south. At sparring practice the next day, Naero went to the arena, trying to expect anything–even a Chaos adept beat down.
Many of her traps were still in place. She could attempt to play the same cat-and-mouse game she had used with the Change adepts.
Yet once she arrived, she only saw three persons, and one of them was Gaviok. Naero raced up to her friend and hugged him.
“ How are you?” she asked him.
Gaviok grinned as only a mantid could. “Never better,” he said cheerfully. He was his normal, cheery, dark blue color, but it lightened slightly when he came near to her. Gaviok had a great fondness for her, mostly because she was Baeven’s niece.
Naero scanned the area with her various senses and abilities. Her sense of warning was n’t even flickering.
“ I half expected the Chaos adepts to jump all over me the second I arrived,” she said. “I thought for sure Master Vane would put them up to some deviltry involving me.”
Gaviok
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