My husband and I
huddled together in the corner of the room, standing just behind
Raven while Oak pointed that stick at us, his eyes flicking between
us and the waking children. Both of them were still trying to breath
properly, their laboured breaths punctuated by occasional coughing
fits.
“Will you just stop
for a minute and listen to me,” Raven said to Oak, “I know it
seems very straight forward to you, but believe me it's not, not at
all. There's information the Forest....”
“Just be quiet,”
Oak commanded, branch twitching once more, “And step away from
those two!”
“But...” Raven
began to reply, stepping to one side.
“Quiet Corvus!” Oak
bellowed, “Or Raven, or do you have a new name now that you've had
another wander in the Weave?”
The ripples in the wall
behind him kept growing, moving faster and faster. Air bubbles began
to appear and pop silently between each little wave. In the middle
of it all, shadows in the water formed and danced around the central
dome. Whatever it was in there, it was coming.
