Devoid of Faith - Continued

      Rinoa looked at the endless forest with great gladness. This was going to be her first adventure with Hawk. This was the first time he every let her go with him on an adventure. Her 8-year-old mind was soaring just like the birds. Hawk looked worried and she didn't know why. When he read that letter he became scared, no, frightened. He had been silent since they left for Lyman, his expression hidden by his faceplate. She stopped thinking about him and looked back at the forest. Spike let out a huge roar as flocks of birds flew out form the endless sea of trees. Hawk looked down and pointed to a flock. Several dragons appeared from nowhere as Spike roared in happiness. Their bodies headed toward them as Hawk pointed to an another flock of birds. More dragons started to appear from the forest, cloaked by the trees. The trees ended and a lake took their place. Some of the dragons flew into the lake and started to splash water at each other. Hawk took out his sword and thrusted it into the air as all the dragons started to roar. Rinoa smiled and took out her sword copying Hawk. The Dragons started to roar louder.
      "Do you hear that Rinoa? The dragons are going to accept you as a friend," he explained. Rinoa was even happier know as a beautiful white and silver dragon flew parallel to Spike.
      "You can get on, she won't bite," said Hawk. Rinoa put her sword back and walked onto the dragon's back.
      "My name is Silva," she said in a light voice. Hawk and Spike pulled off as Silva opened up her wings fully.
      "Hang on Rinoa," she warned. Rinoa grabbed tightly around her neck and Silva flew high into the air. Rinoa was screaming as Silva did a bunch of tricks in the air. Rinoa closed her eyes letting the wind blow in her face. She flew back to Hawk and Spike. Rinoa still had her eyes closed as Hawk called to her.
      "We need to get to Mystica," said Hawk. His face was serious now, face stern and forceful looking. She got up and walked back onto Spike. Silva took off back to the lake as Spike flew forward.
      "Thank you for taking me on your adventure," she said hugging Hawk. He was cold once again, deep in thought about his mission ahead of him. She just sat back and relaxed, they had a long journey ahead of them.

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      The day couldn't pass fast enough for Mystica. She roamed the halls of the mansion worrying about Hawk. Would he get her message on time? If he did, would he turn his back on her?
      "No!" she thought to herself. "Hawk will come. I know he will."
      Her endless pacing drove Old Man Greyson daft. She passed his study a hundred times before he finally couldn't take it anymore.
      "MYSTICA!" He roared. Dashing into the room, she curtsied quickly and lowered her gaze in mock submission.
      "Get yourself out of this mansion! Go�go shopping or something!" he said with a shake of his hand, dismissing her. He looked back down to his work and, shrugging her shoulders, Mystica turned on her heel and walked out of the room. She raided the old man's treasury for a few gold pieces and ran out to the Market.

      Mystica had trouble throwing herself into the chaos that was Lyman's Market. Passing aimlessly by the stalls, she could not concentrate on the wonders before her: jewelry and clothing from far off places; wonderful smells from exotic foods and desserts; trinkets and nick- knacks that had been handed down and sold from generation to generation; beautiful tapestries, paintings, and crafts made by the skilled artisans of Lyman; weapons and armors from the smithies�all passed by Mystica's eyes in a blurry haze. Her mind kept returning to Hawk and her note. Throwing a weary glance over her shoulder to Morag Mountain, Mystica shuddered in the golden sunlight.
      Finally returning to the mansion in the dying brightness of the day, Mystica rushed to the Dining Room, lest she be missed and raise Greyson's suspicions. Dinner passed smoothly and when she was finally dismissed, Mystica went to her room and locked herself in. Waiting until night was fully upon the sleepy town, Mystica prepared herself for spell casting. Clearing her mind and relaxing her tense muscles, she sat patiently on her bed for the correct time.
      When the clock tower struck twelve midnight, Mystica arose and walked to the French doors, and out onto the terrace. Standing in the center of the terrace, she closed her eyes, raised her arms and imagined herself standing outside her body. Sweeping the area with her mental touch, she found what she was looking for. Concentrating on the area just out side of the city gates, she willed her form to take shape�

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