Author: Sparkling Moon Phoenix.

Genre: Anime, Adventure, Fantasy.

Rating: T for safety, M rated later.

Chapter: Prelude/Prologue.

Status: WIP.

Standard disclaimers apply. I don't claim ownership of the wonderful characters or the world within the Tairen Soul series of books. That privilege belongs to the talented CL Wilson. I am just using her amazing characters for a fiction of my own devising for the enjoyment of Tairen Soul fans everywhere.

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Summary: Set eleven years after the events mentioned in Crown of Crystal Flame. Lillis and Lorelle Baristani, dwelling with the Fey in the Fading Lands are now twenty years of age. They have both grown strong in their own gifts of magic under the adept tutelage of the Fey. Lillis while reading through scrolls in the Halls of Knowledge; uncovers a hidden mirror whilst weaving her magic. What the Mirror contains within brings surprises for the Fey. But most unexpectedly it holds surprises for Lillis and Lorelle!

Tairen Soul: Whispering Souls

Prelude: A Soul's Whisper

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Fog, luminescent under the light of the distant Mother and Daughter Moons writhed, curling around soaring, graceful marble columns. Occasionally the dewy haze parted, giving glimpses of a rippling pool of water, situated within the centre of the pillars. A shape, tall and flowing within the murkiness approached, kneeling down beside the pool never leaving the misty mantle.

Two slender hands glowing with the lavender power of Spirit reached out hovering over the still waters, and then plunged downwards. Seconds later, two softly glowing crystalline spheres cradled protectively in water slicked hands broke through the surface, the light of Earth magic sparkling briefly. Something appeared to be encapsulated within the crystals; pinpricks of radiance spiralling within their cores.

'Two souls, never given the chance to complete their bond; this is what called me here.'

A voice rang out over the shrouded pool.

The miasma slowly parted, revealing the figure standing by the lazily shifting waters.

An ebony haired pale skinned woman gazed down at the shining orbs resting within her cupped hands, her cobalt eyes serious. Teasing fingers of chilling wind blew dark bangs away from her forehead, a miniscule lavender gem resting above her brows. Folds of violet silken fabric, threaded through with delicate golden embroidery covered a curvaceous figure. Faint silver lines marked her skin, halting at the base of the throat. A white cloak, now flapping under the influence of the night time breezes, was held shut by a golden brooch inset with a purple sapphire.

Opening a pouch suspended from a belt around her waist, she carefully transferred her precious burden. Tugging the drawstrings taut and tying the small bag closed, she pulled her cloak more tightly around her frame in an attempt to ward off the cold.

A shrill cry, akin to that of a hawk pierced the twilight. A large winged shape dropped from the star cast night sky, wings flaring out at the last possible instance. The woman gazed upwards, a smile curving her lips.