<span style="color: #0040FF">After he had eaten, Delancey sat back on his heels and waited for something to happen. And he waited. And waited. Seeing the sun get close to setting, he gathered more firewood for the night and soft branches for improvised bedding. Something ate away at his stomach, and that thing was called fear. He didn't know what he was afraid about, but he was.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Reed's dreamless sleep was interrupted by a dream so realistic, it was as if she was awake and there...</span><br/><span style="color: #40FFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">She could <span style="font-weight: bold">see!</span> It was the most exciting and frightening of all the senses, full of emotion, color, and movement. The sky was clear, the snow pristine. The mountain's peaks were jagged and cut sharply over the sunlight. She was high up, at the very top, overlooking the tiny world around her. It was all beautiful, but never had she felt so alone and detached from the stability of the earth. As she was gazing around herself, she noticed something shimmer on the ground a few feet away. It was dark and perfectly smooth, yet if it was looked at just the right angle, a color more piercing than silver would strike across its surface.</span>"This is a moon stone, Ghislaine," <span style="font-style: italic">a voice broke through the empty mountain top.</span>Mother? ...</span>