A young boy clambered over some rocks and stopped atop a boulder to look back from where he had come. Spread out below was a scene of ethereal beauty in the late afternoon solar light that came from two glowing orbs of fire, one slightly larger than the other. Forests in the distance bought a purple haze to the air. Below him was a city, surrounded by white walls and towers. A stream of tiny people was coming and going from the gates.

He turned away and the city disappeared behind him. He explored the crevices in the rocks that were scattered about, picking up shiny stones and tossing them away, when a shinier one beckoned to his eye.

Time passed but did not dampen his enthusiasm in his quest for treasure. There was a distant roar above him, and he looked up to see a black leviathan high in the sky, riding the currents of air that made it possible to seemingly hover for hours on end. He watched as it swooped down, down, down and landed on the rocks in the distance. It seemed to look at him, but he felt no fear. The boy ran toward the beast, wanting to get closer, He went down into a valley as he ran and when he reached the other side the Leviathan was gone. He surveyed the landscape with a disappointed expression and continued in the direction he had last seen it.

When the boy reached the place where he thought it had been, he stopped and looked around. He was standing in a large basin, clear of rocks. In the centre was a large boulder. Engraved on it were pictures of human shaped figures that were depicted as having beams coming out from their centre. There was a large circle on the rock that spiralled outwards from the centre.

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The boy went over to the rock and placed his hand on the spiral, feeling its texture. As he did so it began to hum and feel warm. He withdrew his hand and watched as spots of light, spinning in a circular motion began to multiply till after a moment became a bright vortex of spinning light, hiding the rock that was behind it. Then the boy noticed that it seemed to be concaved inwards and was opening up so he could see inside the rock. He peered inside. He could see a figure that was human in shape but was unusual in its appearance, it seemed to be made entirely of bright, white light. In its hand was a sword which it grasped in its left hand. It moved toward the boy, who was more curious than afraid.

The being swung the glowing swords blade upwards into its right hand and held it like an offering toward the boy. It nodded as the boy looked questioningly at it, pointing to himself. “Is it for me?”

So, the boy reached out and took the sword from the being.

Then darkness came, the type of darkness that comes from the absence of bright light.

The boy stood there, near the boulder, which was now just a rock face once more.

It was dark, the suns had set but the sword glowed. Bright enough for the boy to see the ground in front of him.

“Aillel… Aillel,” a voice called. “Where are you?”

A man and a woman appeared on horseback.

What they saw shocked and frightened them.

A man sitting astride a Leviathan, holding a glowing sword. A figure, who took them a while to recognise as their own son. But no longer a boy but a young man, now dressed in a white gown.

They dismounted and walked toward the imposing scene.

“Aillel, is that you?”

The Leviathan spoke. “Tuatha and Laegaire, your son has found Klau Solas. He will be trained by me. He will return.”

With massive rushing flaps of his wings, the old Leviathan, Dray Goen, took to the sky and disappeared into the distance, Aillel astride his broad, scaly neck.