Chapter One

When the Star Etalla glows bright and moves through the constellation Caen; when mists envelop the stone circle high atop Archer's Mound; when the face of the Moon is hidden - then the walls between worlds are thin, and you may Summon saviors - or demons - from the Exotique Land. Send the Call. Choose well. - Spring Prophecy

The rush of rain hit the stone pavement with hissing, tinny pings. Swordmarshall Thealia hurried through the Castle's cloister walk, ignoring the silver fall outside the open, pointed arches. The incessant damp weather made her aging joints ache even under three layers of robes. She'd once loved to watch the rain. Once. Now she avoided looking at it, listening to it, and wished she could avoid smelling the miasma that rose from it.

She'd been called the tough realist, harping on the harsh facts of Lladrana's desperate situation, demanding action - but she couldn't face the rain anymore.

Dread gripped her. She'd just stopped at the map room. She knew it was obsessive, checking the status of the land every morning and evening, but she couldn't help herself. She always hoped against hope that the tide of inhuman evil wasn't creeping into her country. That morning especially she'd prayed something had changed, so the Marshalls wouldn't have to risk the Summoning tonight.

A futile hope. She'd scanned the animated map of Lladrana, noting the breaks in the magical boundary set by her ancestors against the Dark. She'd counted each glowing white fence-pillar. Even as she had watched, two pillars had blackened and vanished. The loss was escalating and the new gap in the