The Mitchells and friends tend their wounds at a Josharon Village, and Meg wakes up. But what does she remember about what happened?
She pushed the tent flap aside and stepped into the morning air. They’d made camp on the edge of the Crescent Canyon. Below them, Atama Village nestled against the canyon wall, built into the tawny colored cliffside.
With nothing to block the view between the Crescent Canyon and the heart of Rainbow Valley, Prism Castle was clearly visible. Vast stretches of velvet green grasses and golden rustling fields pointed the way to where its shimmering white spires stretched toward the deep blue sky.
Tears stung her eyes.
She had almost allowed herself to believe she wouldn’t see it again.
As she watched, the morning sun rose high enough that its rays reached the iridescent walls of the castle, and instantly the sky filled with rainbows. Boiling and churning and swirling like a living thing, the sky wavered and shifted. Beautiful.
Meg had stood in the midst of something like that. Surrounded by shining brightness but in complete control of the arms of colored light, solid enough to move boulders and rocks.
The beauty of the sky faded in Jenny’s eyes, the memory of the battle within the mountain of fire slipping to the front of her mind. Her sister a stranger consumed by a force more powerful than Jenny knew existed.
Velanna was asking for you. She shook herself and peeled her gaze away from the colorful sky. You need to see what she wants, and then maybe she’ll tell you what actually happened.
As the sun continued its daily trek across the sky, its rays moved away from Prism Castle, and the rainbows playing in the sky disappeared.
The other temporary tent they’d set up overlooked Atama Village as well, its simple canvas walls breathing in and out with the gentle breeze. Jenny reached it and pulled the door back.
Meg greeted her with a smile.
“Meg!” Jenny gasped and ran forward to fling herself into her sister’s arms.
