She hesitated for a moment as he offered her his hands. After a long while, she carefully slid the sword into her small belt and took his hands with hers. It was a strange feeling. She'd never held the hand of anyone other than her parents. In fact, she'd not conversed with anyone so much as she had him. At his suggestion of them getting started, she nodded her head slightly. "Perhaps we should rest for tonight, and start in the morning. I don't know about you, but I do need to eat, and I've not had my dinner yet." With his consent to the idea, she took off again, though she still held his hand. It was strange, feeling something tangible under her skin. He'd been only a spirit just a few hours ago. Perhaps with some rest, he would become more solidified in her world. She lead him away from the poisoned glade, back further into the Hallow and to a large tree. It was there that she entered a small crevice inside the trunk of the tree.
One might expect a small person living in a tree to live in a dirt-filled hole. That was not the case. The floor was solid, covered in a red carpet of spider-silk. Small funishings made up the one room home. A comfortable looking bed made just the right size for her. A cot had been fashioned out of net and sticks, sitting not far from the bed itself. A table and three chairs lay in the center of the room for dining. Small tapestries, obviously hand-woven from the spider-silk she'd learned to use so long ago adorned the walls of the fae home with accurate pictures of forest animals, a few dragons here and there. Cups and saucers made from acorns and small stones served as eating utensils. A small stock-pile of fruits and nuts were set upon a shelf for food. And a size-proportionate wardrobe held different dresses, all of the same make, though of different colors. That was one thing about her shrinking ability. Whatever she was in contact with would grow or shrink with her size.
"You can use the cot or the bed, whichever you prefer...if you even sleep." She said as she moved to gather enough food for the both of them, just in case he did happen to eat regular food. Once the food was set out, she sat down in one of the chairs and began to eat quietly. Her expression was thoughtful as she ate, her mind racing with thoughts of the day's events and what it now meant for her life. She would no longer be contained to the Hallow. She would see and experience things she had never witnessed before. The thought frightened her. She finally looked at him from over the small fruit she was eating and spoke again, her question almost hesitant.
"Do you know where to start looking for the gem that's in this area?" She questioned.
She wasn't entirely sure what the world outside her Hallow held for her. She'd only ever been as far as two villages away, and never to where anyone else might see her. She'd always stayed in her smaller form. It was safer that way. The thought came to her that she might find others of her kind along the way. And if so? Would they hunt her, as her parents had said they would? Would her life become so complicated that she would no longer have any sort of peace? She wasn't certain she could handle that. While Zaer would serve as a protector and guardian for her while she learned her new abilities, and whatever training he had in store for her... there was one thing she doubted he would be able to give her. The one thing she'd missed so desperately since her parents had passed away. Kinship. She was lonely. Always in a constant state of exile. And she wasn't even entirely sure why she was.
He felt the hesitation in her, it was palpable as she gripped his hands. he felt some of the spirit form sliding from him, almost like he was being uncovered by a balnket of sorts. She mentioned rest. It was a good idea. Though, in this form, with far more "spirit" than human being covering his form, sleep was something he wasn't so sure he would need...yet. he had been told that he would lose his spiritual nature, and yet grown in power...somehow. He wondered how this was supposed to happen, but rest seemed like the best plan for now. he flew off with her, still holding her hand, which, to him now, felt more human and real then it previously had. Not that he'd touched her, but still..
he flew off to her home, a small place in the trunk of the tree. It looked quite wonderful and homely, save for small gusts of wind here and there. The spider silk bed looked very comfrotable and he was quite tempted to take that, since she'd offered it. But, he felt it might be a bit rude to do so. He replied,"I will take the cot. That will be just fine for now. He took bits of the fruits she laid out and instead of chewing and swallowing them, they just sort of disappeared from where they had once sat on the small plates. He took a sip of the tea that she laid out as well, which was quite tasty.
She asked him if he knew where to start with looking for the first gem and he thought some on that, taking another fruit and "consuming " it. He said,"Well, it is the Earth gem that resides in this region, since it is very warm and earthen here. but, in the other regions, we will not have trees from which to make homes...we will have to find other suitable camps. But, that is for later. For now, the Prophecy gives no indication of where to start looking for each gem. But, that is not my only source of knowledge on these crystals. The last Protector, before engaging in battle with the other dragon, the end of which you came upon earlier, learned of a set of orcs that guard the Earth Gem. They claim it gives them power over the other..stupid races. They are a large tribe, but we need not slay them all to reach it. It is said that the orcs have housed this gem in the heart of their camp. Now, since we are but two people, we will never be able to reach it on our own. Perhaps, we can either lure the gem out into the open...or we can use the dragons..and your people's respect for them. Though, the red breed will be hostile to us for a while. Perhaps we could trick the orcs into destroying a dragon egg and bring the fury of a dragon down upon them. Or, we ride on the back of a dragon and fly over the camp, and drop down into the middle, grab the gem, and make our escape, all as the orcs sleep soundly? If they do sleep, that is.
He stopped talking and took a good gulp of his tea, finishing the cup completely. He stared at her and noticed a hint of something cross her face. He thought it might have been a lonely expression, but he dared not touch that subject. He wondered what exactly was going through her mind as she sat there, eating quietly and drinking quietly. The tree soon became dark, as the sun set. Zaer noticed that his eyes were starting to grow heavy and he was having trouble keeping them open. Though he didn't need to rest as long as she might need to, the fatigue came far more suddenly. He attempted to rise from the table, still listening to any conversation she might not try to make, but not entirely focused on it. He stumbled more than he walked the few steps to the cot and collapsed into it, the silk bouncing him up and down slightly and as it stretched with his weight. Soon enough, eh was sound asleep, with his eyes closed and his hands neatly folded across his chest.
"No more eggs." She barked, the demand coming out a little more forcefully than she had meant it to, but she didn't bother to apologize for it. But the Earth Gem sounded familiar. Her expression suddenly turned thoughtful as she sat there, staring at the table with a half-glare still on her expression. Orcs..gem..power. Her eyes widened after a moment. She stood, moving to take a scroll off her shelf and clear the table. The scroll was a detailed map of the forest; one she'd done herself. The advantage of living in a forest your entire life was being able to explore every inch of it. The trees were obvious, but she'd also marked different camps and caves. Some held green markings for orcs, yellow for goblins, with numbers beside each one. Part of keeping her own life safe was knowing how many of what she might have to go up against on any given day. Her size gave her a very good advantage for spying, considering she could shrink to the size of a small bird... and flying over orc heads was not as dangerous when you were small. She shifted, her eyes looking over the map.
"It might be best to go with a different route. I know the orcs you're talking about. There's at least fifty of them in one camp. The orcs go into the cave during the day to sleep. So far, they're the only things not effected by the Sickness. Orcs and goblins are natural enemies. The goblins hate the orcs because they compete with food." She looked at him for a moment before smirking. "But we've got something on our side." She looked to the map then, pointing to a red marked cave a few miles away from the main orc camp. "A demon lives in this cave. I've spoken to him a few times. He's tricky...so you'll have to let me talk to him. He could be very valuable when it comes to the orc problem. I know he'd love the opportunity to kill a few of them." She chuckled slightly. "In fact.. it's entirely possible I could just ask him to clear the place out, but he'd likely try to take the gem if he found it before we did. He likes shiny things... so... we're going to have to offer him something... and in this case.. I know just the thing."
She moved then, taking a box off her shelf and opening it to produce a bright red ruby in the shape of a water droplet on a silver chain. "It belonged to my mother.... He's been after it for years." She looked down at the necklace then, sighing slightly as a brief expression of guilt crossed her features. "It should be enough."
He heard her bark...and most of what she said, about the orcs, their camp, the deamon and his alluring of shiny things. Much of it he stored before he closed his eyes. Working with deamons now as well? This is most certainly NOT what I was expecting. he thought as he drifted off for the night, peaceful in the knowledge that the next day, they would begin to gather the necessary gems.
.... At dawn, the next morning...
The Guardian, not needing much sleep, awoke well before he assumed Naki'ra would rising quietly from his bed and taking what he deemed was going to be a morning flight. not because he wanted to see the camp for himself, but because he wanted to clear his mind, as best he could, of the previous events. His sleep had been uneventful, but he had woken feeling still guilty over having taken an unnecessary chance the day before. Unfortunately, this meant the sword had to come too, if he was going to fly anywhere and this meant he had to quietly unsheath it, from where she had left it in her belt. But, being a spirit, some things were easy to do, he didn't have to worry about feet, so he floated over the floor and the sword slipped silently out of her belt. he floated out of the hole in the tree that made up her home. But, before doing so, and wanting to make sure she would not have another fit of anger with him, like before, he left her sort of a magical note. a softly glowing stone, that when turned over would reveal the words," Morning Naki'ra! I've gone for a quick flight around the forest...and will return shortly, Zaer, Guardian of The Sword
having left the note, he floated out into a clearing in the forest, holding the sword aloft with ease, much as she had. When he reached the clearing, he called out, for any nearby dragons that might be nearby and could give him a lift. It would be one of the last times he'd be able to take such a flight, he was sure, as the other regions were far more hostile and he could not stray too far from her, as he was doing now. But, he saw little harm in the trip. It took longer than he'd expected, but eventually, a large black dragon, with silver scales and who looked to be quite aged, landed in the clearing. It gazed at the spirit curiously,"Why have you called me? It is not yet daytime, only dawn. Do you intend to slay me while my guard is down? you are foolish to think you can." Zaer shook his head and lowered the sword enough to make it somewhat nonthreatening to the great beast. He responded,"No, I do not wish to challenge you, Dragon, I only wish to fly around the forest for a while. i was hoping you might accommodate me. I...also have some questions about another dragon, who has caused The Sickness upon this land.
If dragons could blink in confusion, this one did, it said,"I do not understand, I am not some beast of burden for you to ride as you wish, there must be something in it for me. You also request information from me? Yes, there must be something in it for me, or I will not hesitate to obtain my early morning meal now." The Guardian was somewhat dismayed at the "deal" the dragon wanted to make. he wasn't in the business of dealing with dragons, but it seemed he had little choice here. He asked,"What is it that you would want? What pleases a dragon such as yourself? If dragons could laugh, or chuckle, even giggle, this one did and replied,"I wish to eat you. But, since you have asked me, I must make the deal a air one. You will bathe me when we are done. This is so I might smell better when I return to my cave. Further, you will not disturb me at such an hour again. The Guardian, for a moment, looked repulsed. This was not how he envisioned this going, at all. Still, he supposed bathing a dragon was better than...say cleaning its teeth, or some other activity. he gave a grim nod and they were off.
While flying over the trees, the dragon commented,"You are a foolish spirit, you have made a very foul, from your expressions anyway. What is it you seek to know about? Zaer uttered one word in reply, his nose already wrinkling at the dragon's smell, who smelled as if he had not bathed in some time,"Draga, the Death Dragon his ride went into a dive then, swooping though the fores and right above the treetops. He pulled back up high into the air and responded,"He has brought evil to our kind and a bad name upon us. He has poisoned our food and our lands. I would relish the chance to kill him myself. Roast his body and bite off his head Do you believe you feeble sword can defeat him? if so, you are more foolish than I first thought. Zaer thought some on this and said,"At its full power, i believe the sword can defeat him, yes. I will go hunting today for a green gem held by orcs, which will assist us in this ultimate quest. The dragon said nothing and merely dove and landed beside a river, he indicated that it was time he be bathed.
For the next hour or so, the Spirit, with the assistance of some magic, managed to clean the dragon to his utter delight. Zaer shook his head, as he was routinely splashed and by the time all was finished, he was utterly soaked from head to toe. The beast again laughed, as only a dragon could, and provided a most gruesome smile. It said, in happier growls than before,"You have done well, better than expected Spirit. Perhaps tomorrow you will call again and we can fly together once more at this time? Your home is not far down the path to the right, the first fork take a right, then a left, then a second right and you are there. Good luck to you, Spirit." and with that, the dragon flew off.
The Spirit was left to float home, water dripping off of him all the way back, leaving a small trail behind him. He could not fly far either, as his wet wings would flap easily and when they did, the cold air gave him little lift and made him shiver. So, he was content to simply float back home, where he hoped Naki'ra was up and ready for the day's fight. he had taken his mental break and wakeup flight, and gotten far more than he wanted to. he reappeared in the entranceway of her home, but did not venture in, simply waiting for her to emerge from sleep and ready herself. he called out,"Naki'ra, you are ready, i hope? For the day's adventure.
Naki'ra had woken that morning to an empty room. At first, she had panicked, thinking somehow that the sword had been stolen. When she had found Zaer's note, though, she had relaxed and taken things into her own hands. Without him there, she could visit the demon she had spoken about in private. She had gone to the cave that morning, leaving her mother's necklace behind for safety reasons. Demons were rather cunning, and unless you could out think them, they would quickly take advantage of you. Luckily, she had known this demon for years... And he owed her a few favors. More than once had they rescued each other, and she had seen first hand that the demon was not all evil. It was partially because of him that she had been able to survive so long as she had. The cave she had entered when she got to the demon's lair was pitch black for most of the way. Further in, though, she had plenty of light due to the many gems and jewels that dotted the inside of the cave. She had smiled when she saw the demon, moving into the cave at full size with no fear of the beast that lay curled around a soft pelt bed.
"Ashadir. You're still asleep?" She chuckled.
Her voice had echoed, and the bright red, cat-like eyes of the demon fox opened to peer up at her. At full height when he stood, his fox form was the size of a large horse, with three tails of amber fur and claws sharp enough to slice through full rocks. He would have grinned if he could, and indeed he did as best he could. It wasn't long before that fox form turned into that of a drow-like being. Ebony skin was starkly contrasted with red eyes and amber hair that reached down to his shoulders. He wore only a loose pair of breeches, his chest bare and athletically muscled. He grinned at her, fangs showing easily and glinting white against his skin.
"Well, well." He chuckled. "What brings you to my cave, Naki? It has been a while since you came to see me."
She nodded her head slightly, still smiling. "Yes, it has. But I come on business this time. I need to use your talents, my friend. The orc cave that lies west of here.. I need to get into it, and I need the orcs out of it. All of them."
He rose a brow at her with that, his hands moving to rest behind his head easily. "And what's in it for me, eh? Other than the obvious joy of killing a lot of orcs."
"My mother's necklace." She said simply, and could see the excitement in his features. "Come. I will explain everything on the way back to my home."
Ashadir had nodded his head and moved to follow her easily. She explained everything to him as they walked, the pace easy. She told him of how she had found the dragons, and in turn learned that he had gone to the site himself after dark. He had seen several men poking around, which only confirmed her decision to leave when she had. She had told him of the sword, and he seemed curious, but otherwise uninterested in it. It wasn't until he learned what came out of the sword that he actually became nervous. By the time they reached her home, she had learned that the sword itself was a very powerful relic. More so than she'd been told to begin with. The sword itself had been made to kill dragons, and not just regular dragons. It had been made with the specific purpose to kill Elder Dragons... The few dragons who held such power they were revered even among their own kind as Gods. It was then that she learned that the reason she could pick it up was because of what she was. And something further. She was a Pure One. Her bloodline was directly linked to dragons. Which meant that she had a natural sway over them. That explained the red dragon's ease of accepting her offer. She learned far too much about herself that day. Information that she would need to share with Zaer when she could.
They were walking up to the tree when she heard Zaer call her. "We're down here, Zaer." She called up, waiting for him to join them before introducing the two men to each other. She gave them some time to discuss things while she thought over her own fate, chiming in where needed and making plans for Ashadir to storm into the cave and draw them out, and as far away as possible, while allowing them to search the cave safely.
Zaer looke at the cdeamon Naki'ra had called Ashadir. The deamon, a creature with far too many claws and eyes that were unsettling to the spirit, smiled,"So, you are the one who guards this most power of swords, yes? You also have the name of Naki's father, interesting." The spirit remained uneasy and on edge and the deamon could see it. He reminded Ashadir,"We are here...to see the destruction of the orcs. You will obtain your gem, do not worry." Ashadir laughed and said,"yes, of course I will obtain my most precious gem from Naki. She has made the deal, therefore she is bound to it, but if you wish to make a separate deal...I could arrange something. Perhaps, you'd like to stay in your spirit form...for eternity? Perhaps, if the gift is great enough, I might even be able to conjure the spirit of Naki's own father and let him and you have a chat..." the deamon's eyes gleamed and he laughed a little. Evil habits died hard, it seemed.
The Guardian shook his head,"No, one deal is enough. She has made her deal, and I choose to not make one." his voice firm and his tone lukewarm. He didn't really want to show the deamon much of any emotion, lest he feed even more off of that. Despite whatever impression he had give Naki'ra, Zaer did not trust any deamon. There just...was something nasty about them. He did not like them at all, as a general rule, and the faster this oen was gone from their sight, the better. But, he kept these feelings and thoughts to himself; best not to antagonize the creature.
The creature had said all it would and looked to Naki'ra,"You are...ready then Naki?" it asked her. When it received a nod form her, it took off towards the orc camp.
No sooner had the demon gone then Zaer sighed heavily and shook his head,"I do not like those creatures. Not one bit. But, if we must work with one, for now. So be it. What have you learned from him, if anything? I...gave a dragon a bath this morning, hence the water. But, I learned a bit more about Draga, this...Death Dragon, as you called him yesterday. he is one of Elders, old dragons with great power. This particular dragon did not think the sword, in it's current state could match him. But, he is not well like among the dragons. he has...brought a bad name upon them and poisoned their food, all in an attempt to show his own power. It seems this Sickness you spoke of has had wider effects than I realized." He paused and waited for her to reaveal what she had learned from her visit with the deamon Ashadir.
He gave her back the sword and floated off after the deamon, looking expectantly back at her, assuming she'd follow him to wherever the orcs were.
Naki followed him once she had the sword back. His information from the dragon only enforced what she had been told. She was nervous, and as she moved to float with him, she floated beside him rather than following. She took a long breath. "We'll need to wait for the signal before we go into the cave." She informed him, something she and Ashadir had agreed upon before arriving. The conversation about him raising her father from the dead had unnerved her. She'd never allowed that to happen, even the one time he'd offered it to her freely. Another shaky breath as they moved, and she began to explain what she had learned.
"The sword was made to kill the Elder dragons. That's why it's so powerful. Why it needs a guardian. In the wrong hands, someone could take out all the dragons of the world with that sword. Which is also why you can call upon them. But...I also found out why I can wield it. My race, as you know by now, is the Ravala...but...I am a Pure One. The reason my eyes are so different, the reason I am so different... is because I carry the blood of a dragon in my veins. That's why my parents hid me here so long ago. Why I've been here ever since. They told me that if anyone of our kind ever saw me, my life would never be the same again." She paused, looking at him then as they went. "Zaer...I'm meant to be the Queen of my people. I'm meant to be the owner of that sword. I...I could control entire armies if I wished...and if this sword was meant to kill Draga, and indeed it seems that way...We may need that power. Ashadir told me that my father had made him swear secrecy until and unless the time came when I needed this information. I'm not...I'm not even who I thought I was."
Zaer glanced at her, and seeing that she had something important to tell him judging by the large breath, she took in, waited and listened. After she had finished speaking; it all began to make sense. He nodded, as if pieces of some puzzle of he knew how to solve had come together in his mind. He said, rather softly,"A fine queen you'd make too, Naki'ra. It...makes sense now, you were drawn to that sword, it was not by accident that you picked it up and released me. Perhaps...perhaps it time then, to let you know of a power only I can tell you about. he paused, not for drama, but to collect his thoughts and continued,"You also have the power to reimprison me in the sword, if you so choose. I cannot tell you how this is done, only that it exists. If every you feel I am better served inside of the blade, you may return me there. As I said, it is not my place to explain this power, only that it can be done. However, if I am reimprisoned within the blade, I will lose all my helpfulness to you, and you will have to set the sword down in the spot where you found it, wait a day, and return for it; hopefully, no one else has taken it by that time. I recall having been imprison by the las Protector to make the sword easier to carry for him, but he was not meantto release me, I assume, because he could never do it. Zaer sighed and looked away from a moment. There were good and logical reasons and situations where he could see himself reimprisoned in the blade, especially if a battle became quite dangerous. But, he would have to hope that she did not use her power. But, he would accept it if it came to that and he was required to be protected in that way.
He looked back toward her, noticing that they'd floated somewhat close to the cave, where screams and grunts and growls all meshed together into one horrible sound of battle. His own nerves showed, as he shook alittle, and quietly said,"Whenever you're ready, Queen Naki'ra, Bladedancer. We shall go find th first stone and see what affects it has upon the sword, upon you..and upon myself. We may have to fight a few orcs, any that our deamon friend conveniently forgot to kill, so be ready for that. i will help where I can. Or, if the goblins have discovered the cave, it may be them that we face. Just...be prepared, I will help you where I can. If he is a smart deamon, he will leave them be, and not kill them, claiming it was not part of your deal. Zaer managed to give her a reassuring smile and floated over to rest on her shoulder softly. he wnated to save his strength for upcoming battle, which he was sure would tax him heavily. it would be a day or a two before they could travel again. he thought some more on the stone. He wondered what it would do, and how he would feel after the sword's power was increased? Would he lose a part of himself or would he gain something else entirely? This both excited and frightened him at the same time.
he waited nervously, for her to float towards the battle, at the right time.
Her gaze fell on him then, her hand reaching for his. She gripped it tightly, a real sadness in her expression. "It's Naki, to you." She said gently, before settling down to wait. It wasn't long before the squeals and snorts of the battle came out of the cave with Ashadir leading them away. He turned back into his fox form on the outside of the cave, which gave her the signal. When the last of the orcs was out of sight, she moved cautiously into the cave, her sword in her hand and at the ready. It was silent. The stench of the orc cave nearly made her sick, but they needed that gem. As she wound her way through the cave, with Zaer perched on her shoulder, she thought of the things he had told her. The power he had told her about. She decided then and there that unless it was for his own protection, she would never use that power against him. She remained quiet as she walked through the tunnels of the dank cave, knowing a good deal of it. But as she walked, something else began to happen. She could feel a pull. As if something had her by a string and was guiding her to where she needed to go.
For what felt like hours, she wandered, following that pull. Finally, she stopped. In a large round area of the cave, resting upon a golden chain and dangling high over the floor, she could see it. The magnificent Earth Gem. Glowing green, the gem began to glow brightly as she sword was brought into the room. The sword pulsed under her hands, hungry to have its gem returned to it. She began to rise into the air toward the gem, but stopped. Something wasn't right. The sword reverberated in her hands as she looked around the room. Then the ground shook. Her body stiffened and she floated up into the air further to get a better look of things. She turned just in time to see a spear flying through the air at her. Instinct took over and her arm extended, the blade turned flat as she batted the spear away. Below her now was a large troll and five orcs, each of them armed with projectiles. "Hang on." She almost growled the words. A moment later, she broke into a dive down the cave.
Her body turned and darted, amazing speed keeping her from getting hit with the projectiles. Every now and then, she would use the sword to sweep one away from her. She dove, launching first at the troll and spinning in a whirlwind pattern as she did so, covering him in cuts from the sword and gashes from the blade. She then shifted, strafing side-ways and lopping off the head of one of the orcs as she went, dodging an arrow from one of the others and turning. Again, she attacked the troll, making more cuts and gashes, the beast howling in pain. She was darting too fast for them to keep up with her. A skill she'd gotten with many hours of fighting them on the surface. She strafed again, shifting to lop off the head of a second orc.
Zaer merely nodded. he was, sadly, Prophecy bound to inform that the power existed, but he was not, however, bound to tell her how to use it. it was a simple enough, really. Swipe the sword at him as if to strike him and he would be imprisoned again. He saw the deamon Ashadir emerge from the cave in fox form and they were off, on a twisting, winding, and otherwise long journey through the cavern, to reach the magnificent Earth Gem. Eventually, after what seemed like hours of walking though nothing but darkness and dripping water, they came to a room where the bright green gem glowed softly. As the sword entered the place where it was, the gem seemed to pulse and glow brighter, the spirit watched it with some wonder in his eyes. he had never been so close to one of these gems before. It was beautiful. Naki flew up in the air to reach te gem, but a spear nearly decapitated her. if not for her speed, it would have done so. She growled for him to hold onto her and he obliged.
They flew though the air as first one orc, then second was beheaded in gruesome and gory fashion. But, there remained one spear throwing troll to deal with, and here Zaer did what he could. With a small gesture with one, hand, while the other held tightly to her shoulder, he cast a bright flash of light, aimed directly at the troll. It was not a fireball, but orange and red light, mean to look like a fireball. The troll growled in some pain, becuase it assumed that it's eyes were burned, and for the moment, did not chuck anymore spears their way.
Zaer said," Now Naki, kill the troll! he will only be blind for a short time! The spirit could realistically do no more. It was up to his partner, the one with the actual sword, to kill the troll and retrieve the gem. Once the monstrosity was dead, however, they would see why the earth had shook so much...was it perhaps the gem manifesting it's power...or a trap the orcs had laid for whoever came near their sparkly glowy power thingy? The spirit did not know, and did not wish to.