The voice from the box is quiet. "Then you are in need," it
says. "I am sure some woodlander will take pity upon you, and
help you. I note that you seem brave, they will see it too. We will
meet later. Fate of Flame, Flame of fate wills it!"
A shiny blue crystal in the shape of a teardrop suddenly appears fused
in a nearby treetrunk. "Fate of Water, Water of Fate wills
it!" A loud, yet whispery voice says. In it's sparkling depths,
you can see an image of the crystal imbededded in a ivy-covered
dungeoun wall.
A clear crystal appears on yet another tree, and you hear a quiet
voice that sounds like the howling of the wind, "Fate of Wind,
Wind of Fate wills it!" and in it's depths you see the crystal
hovering over the center of a cobalt-colored lake. All the trees
around the lake are dead, and a monster guards the lake.
A rich, brassy gem appears on another tree, and a low voice says,
"Fate of Earth, Earth of Fate" and in a reflection off the
gem you see the gem lying amid other jewelry in a drawer. The vision
widens so you can see a evil and shrewd looking man wearing a black
crown, obviously some sort of tyrant.
What can all this mean??
"I refuse your test, but thank you. I would indeed take your test
if not that my leg were broken and my quest urgent," you say
formally. "I fear I may be in some danger."