"Far from it actually." Zaida replied. The girl was five feet tall with long blonde hair and bright white skin. Around the waist of the white robe was a golden belt; upon her head was a crown of mistletoe mixed with dark cherries of the belladonna. She had deep black, lifeless eyes. They were the eyes of someone blind that stared out not knowing what they looked upon.<br/>"See, Jack. Even your own eyes speak to you of another world. Can you deny this?" Zaida looked at Jack and then to the girl. "This ghost-child can tell the future. She is the Azinoth, one who is trapped between life and death, past and present. She is the only one I can trust. The Azinoth can never lie." Zaida's hands began to tremble with excitement. "Azinoth, I call you once more to speak the truth. Tell me of the future tonight."<br/>There was a long silence. Then the girl began to speak in a parched, soft voice.<br/>"The power you desire will be known with both the amulet and the stone." The Azinoth did not move as she spoke. Her hands were held tightly together as if praying.<br/>"And what about Jack--is he to be trusted?" Zaida asked cautiously seeing that Jack had already drawn his sword.<br/><br/>(( The Azinoth's answers will always be vague and sometimes spoken in riddles. Why? Because (1) I don't know the future and (2) If I wrote what was to actually occur what would happen in the future, would be a form of godmodding. Even if said prediction did not come true. ))