"Moo-Vees?" Drake muttered, confused, "No, I am unsure of what the Chosen has to do to fulfill the prophecy. I expect it is to become great heroes to save this land."<br/><br/>"Yes, from the Dark Lord Valek." Tarathar spoke up, "The Circle is a group of chosen heroes that appear when this world needs them. They are summoned when the Dark Lord rises to power and threatens peace. This has happened many times before in this world's history, both the heroes and the Dark Lord are reincarnated over and over. Although the Dark Lords soul has remained on Terranu, the Circle has protected themselves by traveling to other realms in hopes to be reborn into a peaceful society where they can mature and live long enough to become the heroes they need to be."<br/><br/>Drake stood shocked for a moment, "Where did you learn this, Love?"<br/><br/>"Long ago I was studying these things from an ancient library my people had found. The rest, the trees had advised me for they are wise from their long years standing." she said, closing her eyes to listen. Drake heard it too.<br/><br/>"And what are they telling you now?" He asked.<br/><br/>"We should leave now." She said, "There are two groups approaching. One could be the queen's men, but as they are coming from two different directions, its hard to say who's who."<br/><br/>"We could assume the group from the city's direction belong to the Queen, but both could claim to be from her and we'd have no way of knowing." Drake said, looking into the fire, "It may be best to avoid both and make our way to the city alone."<br/><br/>"Yes, the Queen would have the answers you seek. She will be able to help you all find your power and learn to wield it to fight the Dark Lord." Tara said, "I shall guide you myself while Drake keeps watch from the trees and air. He has not the best reputation with the Royal Guard here, nor anyone else for that matter." Drake lowered his massive head and turned, putting his hands over the fire as if to warm them, yet the flames seemed to be sucked into his palms, leaving behind smoldering logs. With his hands still over the charred wood, waves of heat could be seen in the morning air rising from the logs and into his hands. When he was finished, frost could be seen inching across the blackened wood.<br/><br/>"Let us leave. Leave nothing behind" he said.