Eduian left the questions to Mystique as she was asking exactly the right questions. He didn't feel the need to ask any of his own. He simply watched the almost ghost-like magical hologram or whatever it was and listened attentively.<br/><br/>The woman tilted her head regarding Mystique carefully with an almost quizzical expression on her delicate features.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">I am all that remains. Neither living nor dying. Neither memory nor temporal essence. I am simply what remains of Magea.</span><br/><br/>Again the voice was all around them, having no actual source and the woman's lips never moved. She simply spoke without words and yet words could be heard by any near enough to hear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">The healing is the will of the source, nothing I have done. Simply an extension of my own essence.<br/><br/>The energy is the source, it is all that is and all that is not. It is simply Magea, raw and unfiltered, unhosted. It is what makes magic magic. It is the source.<br/><br/>8000 years ago the Magea homeworld was invaded by beings who had no knowledge of the source, who feared the power of the Magea and in so doing they brought war to a civilization who had never known such. In the ensuing war they rained death down upon the land, enslaving and capturing those Magea they could and taking them away with them when they left. After they had captured a third of the Magea population they turned their weapons upon the world itself and began a process known as teraforming. They recreated the homeworld and turned our beloved Ediaz into a desolation. The process didn't go as they believed it would. The new crust wasn't able to crush Ediaz beneath its surface and destroy it. Instead is sunk the city beneath the newlyformed crust and preserved our beloved Ediaz. None of the Magea survived, but their blood lives on.<br/><br/>The dangers as the food and animals are unknown to me, as they are those of a wild world. Not of my own Ediaz.</span><br/><br/>Without further words the woman bent down to the child and lightly took the rock her hand dissolving into dust around the girls and slowly swirling into and around her. The rock she had held out vanishing as the woman withdrew from the child.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">The blood of the Mage yet lives.</span>