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meet her at home; if anything happens, go to the Guardian’s Keep in the Realm of Earth,” Angelica said matter-of-factly gathering her stuff from the back of her horse, Jesse, and rolling out her bedroll.
    “Alright,” Joya conceded with a sigh. “However, if anything changes between now and home we will change route.”
    “Fair enough,” Jovian said and Angelica nodded, lying down. She turned her backs to them and hunkered down for sleep she was sure would not find her that night.

    I have been to The Mirror of the Moon, where I suspect the entrance to the well resides. Three travel there now, seeking to purify it. If any can do it now that Pharoh is gone, it is those three.
    Sara's letter ended there, and Aladestra placed the note to her right. She picked up a colorful piece of parchment and started drafting another letter to Sara, welcoming the good news. But her mind was on something else.
    That is great news, Sara, but in the meantime we need to do something more. Being Realm Guardians, we are immune to the corruption, since our wyrd comes from the very realm we govern. It is that wyrded protection I think we need to extend to our citizens. I think this is possible if we commune with the realm itself, and work with our lands to protect our people. I don't think it will keep them safe from all harm, but I think it will keep the corruption at bay just a little longer until the well can be purified.
    She folded the letter and wrote the names of the different Realm Guardians on the back of the parchment. Aladestra folded the parchment and slipped it into the telfetch. When the lid closed, the silver box glowed red, and she waited for a response.
    Moments later the box glowed red, indicating there were notes inside to be read.
    How would one go about doing that? Azra Akeed of the Realm of Fire asked.
    Aladestra pulled out another parchment and began writing what she thought would work. Having finished it, she slipped it into the telfetch, and sent it along to the other Guardians.
    By the time evening rolled around, the Guardians were all in agreement. They would work with their individual lands and weave the wyrd of the Great Realms in a protective blanket over their people.
     

As the night drew on, the tension around them mounted as it had every night since leaving the Mirror of the Moon. All of them felt they could sense Porillon right behind them, and none of them knew if it was nothing more than their fear or if all of them had suddenly picked up a part of Maeven’s gift Occasional looks at the votary-to-be, who nodded in confirmation at them, informed all that their suspicions were correct, and Porillon was still following them.
    “But she is gaining speed,” he told them. They followed Tegaris over a grassy knoll dotted with stones below the surface which occasionally showed through moss and wildflowers. They figured through the Shadow Realm would be the quickest way home, and Tegaris took them in that direction, even if the thought sent fear through all of them. The Shadow Realm was the most accursed of all the lands. Ones from the Holy Realm weren’t welcome there, and if they were as well-received as those from the Shadow Realm were in the Holy Realm, Maeven wasn’t sure they would all make it out alive. “I’m not sure how she is doing it but she is most definitely gaining speed.”
    “Perhaps she is using wyrd?” Joya suggested.
    “But how?” Maeven asked her. “Wouldn’t the current instability in the Well of Wyrding affect her as well?”
    “No,” Angelica and Jovian said before they could catch themselves.
    “What do you mean no?” Joya asked, who seemed to think that Maeven’s argument was good.
    The certainty of Angelica and Jovian’s statement brought everyone to a halt.
    “What I mean is,” Angelica said, “Porillon is the one who affected the well, right? She allowed Chaos to leak in. She happens to be dalua, which feed off chaos and malcontent. Wouldn’t it then be plausible