Miranda noticed symbols on her velvet robe that were not there before. Lightning streaks of gold and silver slanted diagonally across the cloak. Silver speckles shone like little diamonds on the hem and cuff of her arms. Star shaped designs like gold dust sparkled creating shapes and pictures before her eyes. Since finishing her quest as a dream walker, she had decided to stay on Mystica. Here, she felt she belonged. Here, she felt needed. Back on her world, she had always felt out of place, especially since her parents death. When the Dream Magic had called her, she wanted to help. Though really in retrospect it hadnt left her much choice. If she would not have gone to the bookstore, and fulfilled her quests the dreams would have driven her mad.

Miranda had always enjoyed helping people and the pleading eyes and voice of the old king was no exception. Though she never thought she would be whisked away to another world. She loved the world of Mystica. The mountains, the plains, the forest of the lost and other places she had yet to explore. She missed the modern world some times, but was kept busy by training. She had agreed to help the priestesses train those that came here to the temple of the goddess with their magic. Thanks to her and her quests the magic of the wizards was now disbursed through Mystica. It choose people to wield its power. Her job as dream walker was to ensure the balance stayed intact. Once that jib belonged to the wizards, whose symbols she now wore on her robe.

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Her dream visions came to her and called when the balance was threatened. It was up to her to follow her dreams and make things right. Lately her dreams had turned dark. Pictures floated through her mind of the Dream Cloud where the former dream walkers resided was being taken over by a black presence. The shadow enveloped the Dream Cloud and the past dream walkers were left in eternal darkness. Then it moved toward Mystica. Whatever this dark presence was Miranda could not allow this to happen.

Miranda had learned much of being a dream walker on her last three quests but there was more about this mysterious magic she didn't know or understand. Miranda always liked a mystery and to figure things out. Perhaps it was time to figure out her magic once and for all. Where did it come from ? Why did it choose her? Now that she had her missions behind her these questions plagued her. She wanted answers. She grabbed her sword and purple robe. She never traveled anywhere without either one. They were a part of her, an extension of her being. 

As she was about to leave to the one place she thought might wield her some answers the temple of the goddess. The first place she had been called to join coming to mystica the place where she had received her purple cape. Standing in front of her but was Walking Bear and the Shaman.