watching the dragons or waiting for her gryphon friends. They came to see her each day and took her by air to their new nesting site—a cozy cave in the craggy mountainside. With their parents’ help, the cave had started to become homey even before their parents departed for Gryphon Isle. The older pair of gryphons already living in Draconia had helped since then, teaching the younger pair how to set up their domain for best comfort and efficiency. The older pair already in residence had been a surprise to Shanya but a welcome one. She had worried about her friends being alone in this strange land. It was clear the Mother Goddess had other plans. Much better plans. As always. She reached the final corridor that would lead her to one of the many landing areas for the multitude of dragons that came and went from the castle daily. This corridor had arched windows every few feet that looked out over the city far below. The sun shone bright inside at this time of day. It was a lovely place with little bench seats placed in some of the alcoves between windows for both utility and comfort. Knights often paused here to settle their packs on their backs when they came in from patrol or a longer journey. And she’d seen others just sitting, enjoying the morning sun from time to time as she traversed the long hallway. Shanya was about halfway down the corridor when she felt the distinct lightheadedness that usually prefaced a strong vision. She stumbled for the closest seat but was too far away to make it before the vision hit her full force. When she would have fallen to the stone floor, a pair of strong arms came around her, catching her as she swooned. That was all she knew until the vision released her some minutes later. Her eyes blinked twice, able to see the real world once more—no longer seeing the future possibilities. She was confused as the faces above her came into focus. She’d just seen them and now here they were. Then she realized, she’d seen their future. The very men she’d seen in her vision were here now, with her in the present. “You will travel far in search of the one with ancient magic who will help you defend the Citadel.” It was Prince Connor who held her, she realized, as he looked to his twin in surprise. Prince Darius stood close, concern on his handsome face. “Are you all right, mistress?” he asked politely, not commenting on her pronouncement. She sat up, pushing against Prince Connor’s hold. He let her go as she caught her breath. “Forgive me. The vision came upon me suddenly. It was very strong. I would have fallen had you not caught me, Prince Connor. I thank you.” “It was my pleasure to assist you, Mistress Shanya. Are you certain you’re all right?” “I will be in time. I just need to catch my breath and get my bearings. This was a strong portent of the future I have seen before. It is even more solid now. You will go far. Both of you.” She looked from one to the other. “To a place unlike any I have ever seen with wondrous devices and strange people. There is very little magic, but what is there is potent. You must find it, and the one who waits. The weapons you retrieve will be vital to the defense of the Citadel, the place of power where the wizards imprisoned their enemies in ice many centuries ago. If we are to maintain the integrity of that prison, and return life to a dying breed, you will need this foreign magic. It is your task to perform. No other may follow your path.” She tried to impress the urgency of her message on them. It was clear they were skeptical of her words. They would come to see she was right in the fullness of time. She only hoped they would remember her instructions and seek the magic when they found themselves on their journey.
“What did you think about Shanya’s vision?” Darius asked Connor privately after they left the seer on the battlements with her gryphon friends. The gryphons would take care of her, they well