"<em>Eyi nay teciga noreko segiete raron roz mitise leci; ciemene ralere seber na!</em>"<br/><br/>Rakanishu shrieked his fury, hanging on to the frame of the buggy with one hand while he repeatedly smacked it with the head of his staff. Again, he ordered the animating spirits of the cursed vehicle to obey him, to recognize his authority as a shaman of the Aegrean tribes over all things pertaining to the unseen world. He ordered them to slow down and stop racing across the landscape, or at least to stop hitting every rock and small tree in their path along the way.<br/><br/>The spirits, naturally, remained defiant and unmoved at his demands. Instead, they petulantly set the much-abused Outrunner on fire. Now trailing smoke as well as fragments of the slowly disintegrating buggy, Rakanishu looked up and saw a star plummeting from the sky directly ahead of him. He had seen nothing like it since the day that the great moon-bird had fallen from its perch in the stars, and hoped it was a portent of good fortune. The gods he sought to join had come from the stars, after all.