Myandule studied the wall of books in the Observatory while her companion, Rayon, scanned the rows of books on another shelf opposite her. She loved the smell of old books, but there was something drawing her to this particular wall of shelves. She looked closely at the spines of the books. They were all normal looking ancient books, but one book stood out. It was red, with gold guilding the sides of it’s spine in vines and swirls. But what really stood out, besides its bright coloring, was that it had small glowing dots, like fireflies imbedded in the book. She reached for the book, and knew that this was what she was looking for.

As soon as she pulled the book out, it levitated out of her hand and turned vertically. As it grew to the size of a door, the glowing specks lifted from the spine, and swirled around it. It grew a keyhole, but no handle. Rayon ran over, his mouth open in awe. When Myandule saw the keyhole, she knew that only she could open it. She reached up and lifted the chain from around her neck that held the key. As Rayon watched, she put the key into the whole, and turned it. When she did, she heard a click, and the cover of the book opened, revealing a room filled with the same lights that surrounded the book. She reached her hand to Rayon and once he clasped it, they walked through the opening and into the other room.

Once on the other side, Myandule took the key, which had appeared on the side that they were now on, and slipped it back over her head. Once she did, the book closed, shrank, and the lights imbedded themselves once more within the spine. Myandule turned around and scanned the room. They were in what looked like a chamber in Eribor in The Hobbit, but with as little as Myandule knew about this other world called Arimont, she knew it couldn’t be. It had tall, regal, vine covered doorways, and large magestic balconies. What made it even more enchanting was the floating, flickering lights, like the ones on the spine of the book.

“Dineae.” Myandule said.

“What?” Rayon asked.

“The lights, they’re called Dineae.” Myandule didn’t know how she knew this, but she did. She did know that it had something to do with her being an Atan, a Yecareh with the Gienta, or “gift” of knowledge.

Then, the lights seemed to form together into the shape of a warrior in glowing, golden armor. It was another Scillios, a messenger that only she and another Yecareh named Tourion could see. As usual, Rayon didn’t seem to notice the Scillios, but Myandule couldn’t help but watch it.

Whenever she saw a Scillios, it was in different ways. Sometimes she saw them as a glowing reflection in water, and other times she saw them as leaves blowing in the breeze. But everytime, they were always in the form of a warrior.

The Scillios pointed ahead of them, and Myandule squinted to see past the light of the Dineae. When she saw what he had been pointing to, she gasped. There, past the haze of the lights, were her Mom and Dad. Somehow, they too had gotten to Arimont. And standing next to them was Tourion, her mentor and the person who had saved her when she first got to Arimont. The person who had opened her eyes to the truth.