wonder at the power of the crystal
You realise that it was not your will that the light was conjured, but
the crystals. You try to disband the light, but the crystal fights
your own will, and the light only burn brighter, like some twisted
rainbow.
You realise that the lights are a beacon, but for what you aren't
sure. Suddenly afraid of what the crystal might be calling, you try
dropping it, but it only sticks to your hand, whining faintly.
Suddenly, from out of the sky drops a green dragon. The green light
from your hand fades. Soon to follow is a red phoenix, its wings
burning even as it lands. The red and blue bands both fade, and you
realise that the blue band represents you.
Full of questions, your mind is quietened by the crystal, and you
become detached from reality, as the crystal speaks through your
lips...
Turning around, you wonder at the power of the crystal, some alien
curiosity stirring within you. Shifting it to your left hand, you hold
out your right and point it at the sky, visualising a stream of light
emanating from your outstretched palm. No longer a dream, the crystal
shimmers and three bands of light stretch from your hand. One a deep
blood red, the second an azure blue, and the final a forest green. The
three beams of light intertwine, but each is till clearly visible as
seperate.
