“Sparks journey to mountain high, evil there will burn and die.Turning fruits of red to gold, his time and labor to be sold.Autumn color fades to winter’s chill, surrounded by stone he will be still.The Moon is lost in darkness deep, goblins for her soul do reap. The darkness swirls heavy and hot, yet cold and damp he remains.Dark and Light do battle above, strength fades, embers grow dim.Moonlight finds him where none shines, a spark, light to give aid, but not to him. The fletching is kindling, easy to spark, even there, alone in the dark.Water falls and rocks tumble, steam hisses and walls crumble Light shines in caverns old, revealing wonders bright and boldFire burns where none should be, as one together they must fleeThrough the Jaws of Kurzat they must climb, to reach the sun and sea in time.”

A fire was lit in the grate and as they entered, it leapt into the shape of a small dog, standing and looking at them, tongue lolling. It appeared to bark and the fire crackled.

A fire was lit in the grate and as they entered, it leapt into the shape of a small dog, standing and looking at them, tongue lolling. It appeared to bark and the fire crackled.

Brand sent more sparks around Edana and she laughed, turning them all to fire flowers that drifted on the breeze before wisping into smoke.

Brand sent more sparks around Edana and she laughed, turning them all to fire flowers that drifted on the breeze before wisping into smoke.

She narrowed her gold, glowing eyes as the rock burst in a star of light against the gray autumn sky. Before splinters could fall on them, she turned them to soft ash.

She narrowed her gold, glowing eyes as the rock burst in a star of light against the gray autumn sky. Before splinters could fall on them, she turned them to soft ash.

With an impatient wave, she turned the sparks to petals of flame that fell on the outer edge of the charred line.

With an impatient wave, she turned the sparks to petals of flame that fell on the outer edge of the charred line.