Leaving the Dreamvale would mean Brigitte would gradually forget growing up on the rocky
shores of the mystical islands. She stood in her favorite place high above the dreamclan village
watching the ocean dance with the cliffs. It would be her last chance to behold the glory of
sunset before boarding the galleon bobbing in the cove below.
Evenings were always a masterpiece of color, the best time to behold the splendor of nature’s
art. Clouds of rainbow prisms had the look of creatures billowing in the sky. But in the distance,
a wall of storm opened like the jaws of a predator, drifting ever closer to the peaceful, green
island.
“Brigitte.” A male voice echoed through her contemplation. She felt a pang of disappointment.
Leaving would mean the beginning of a journey she had feared all her life. With one last
lingering view of the panorama, she held her breath, reached out her arms and leapt from the
cliff. As a mass of dancing particles, she bounced down the ragged rocks toward the village,
one with the wind. Taking her time would be rude, so she kept moving until she filled the inside
of her room.
Her brother Lukias was a dreamseer, finely tuned to the invisible. As usual, his hair was a shock
of chaos that pointed in every direction. The amber of his eyes sparkled with gold flecks as he
stood over her body with arms crossed. He looked right at her dream form. “The council has
called us,” he said with a hint of impatience.
Brigitte sank back into her body and opened her eyes.
“I warned you not to dreamwalk too much.” He turned his back as she reached for her travel
clothes. “You could separate from your body and forget how to return. Especially here in the
Dreamvale.”
“It hardly matters anymore.” She watched the sun’s rays shoot dusty light through holes in the
walls. She thought about the pattern it made every day at this time, the royal symbol of Atlantis.
“In Atlantis we will be bound to our bodies.”
Lukias reached out a caring hand and patted her shoulder. “There will be ways to dreamwalk in
the realms of matter. It will just be more… challenging.”
She smirked, knowing he always loved a challenge. He could always find humor even in the
grimmest of circumstances. They exchanged a few moments of unfolding memories until, with
the final boot in place, she stamped her feet and started for the door. “You coming?”
Together they walked to the center of the village where the council was gathered in a semi-
circle facing a woman. She wore the leather of seafarers, her face shaded by a wide-brimmed
hat. With one hip thrust to the side, her demeanor was unruffled with a twist of amusement.
Their father Denikon raised his booming voice for all to hear. “Captain Ofira Pazit of the
Dreamship Vex Voyager, I give you my daughter Brigitte, emissary to Atlantis. She is the first
true Moirae born into our dreamclan for seven generations.”
The captain wrinkled her chin. “Impressive. Embodied Watchers are rare, even among
dreamclans.” Her chameleon eyes shifted in the fading light. “If you are ready, I think it wise that
we set sail before that shadow storm arrives, don’t you?” Her eyes slid toward the horizon. “This
storm has struck more than one dreamclan. All of them were to send emissaries for the renewal
of the Telluric Treaty. None of them have been heard from.” She turned back to the council. “Are
you certain you want to risk staying? It would be a tight fit, but we can evacuate the rest of you.”
Brigitte glanced at the grim face of her tutor Indrius. The mysterious Atlantean woman had
always been a curiosity to the clan. Though she had spent many years among them, she was
never one of them. She was riddled with tragedy from a past she never spoke of, a past born in
Atlantis.
Denikon answered, “Those who remain have chosen to face the shadows.” His voice was
steadfast though regret lingered in his eyes. He exchanged a nod with Indrius. “I am sending
Lukias, my son and heir, to accompany his sister. If we fall, he will be the future of our clan. But
trust me, we will not go down without a fight.”
The council had argued for many moon cycles, trying to decide the fate of their people. It was
important for Brigitte to escape. Her path was evident. The first ships had already departed,
taking women and children to places of refuge. The rest stayed, devising a strategy. Though
they were hopeful, they worked with the solemnity of people who faced their demise.
She squinted at Lukias as he and Indrius said their goodbyes. Theirs was always a close
relationship. But everyone liked Lukias. Her time spent with Indrius was always strained at best.
She offered him a gift. The sun flashed off a crystal dangling from a silver chain. Brigitte could
feel the telluric consciousness radiating from the multi-faceted quartz. It pulsed with a longing
that made her fidget.
After a whispered message to Lukias, the white-haired woman turned to look at Brigitte. Her
green eyes were gray with emotion. She brushed Brigitte’s cheek with her fingertips. “You know
your task,” she began. “Remember your Watcher powers. It has become exceedingly difficult to
travel between realms on this planet. I fear this shadow storm will make it even more difficult.
Atlantis is suffering from a disease. It will try and take you, too. Do not be attached to your
human wishes and emotions. For humans, attachment can turn to weakness and suffering. This
only serves to feed the shadows. Your path will not be easy.”
“I will do what it takes to find a cause and a cure for Atlantis. I will be mindful of your warnings.”
“Therein lies the trick. As you descend deeper into the Meridian Realm, you will forget my
warnings. Take steps to hold them in your heart.” She lingered in Brigitte’s eyes for a few
awkward moments. “I have prepared you as best I could, my child. I regret how I’ve treated
you.” She faced Brigitte and held her shoulders. “Know that I loved you like my own daughter.
My treatment toward you was an attempt to prepare you for the task you face. Atlantis will not
be kind to you.”
“I understand, Indrius. You had no choice.” Brigitte wanted to cry. But her tears had long since
dried up.
