FIRST DAY OF SPRING AV 510
Spring has come to the world, life wakes from its slumber and stretches its colorful arms. The sweet perfume of flowers fills the air and the great trees stretch their green arms and blossom with their beauty to color the forests. It is in this time that the Spires residents give their offerings to Caiyha it is the time of renewal.
But it is also the time that restless spirits and those dedicated to corruption and destruction also stir. These forces oppose the renewal of Caiyha and only desire harm to the great Circle of Life. One of those forces stirs in a cave some where in the Talderan forest. It is a great, gray Jamoura who kneels at an obsidian colored altar, his wrist drips blood upon its glossy surface. The creature mutters a prayer in a guttural tongue.
I offer myself to my lord,I give myself to corruption and chaos. I surrender all that I am to the Defiler.
Unusual words for one of Caiyha's children. Then again this gray Jamoura no longer considers himself one of those children. He prays fervently to Rhysol, the foul defiler of all that is pure and good. He only hopes that he finds favor in the god and that he will be allowed to worship with mind and body in tact one ore day. For him this is his service to rid the world of cursed humanity, the foul creatures that tortured and treated his kind with disdain.
Flash to Syliras in the rooms devoted to Zaital Consulting. There a young kelvic named Avi sleeps peacefully, draped over her bond-mate Terminus Norin. Their sleep would be far more disturbed if they knew the goings on in the north at this time. This is soon to change.
Avi finds herself transported somewhere deep in the forests of her native Taldera a city high in the great Bloodwood trees. Among these trees are streets of loving vines and buildings of living insects. Luminescent butterflies light the streets at night and the Jamoura lope there at one with Caihya their mother. She would recognize the city as the Spires, home of the gentle,giant ape-like beings. She is drawn deep within the city toward a pair of giant,multicolored butterflies whose wings part at her approach it is as if she were expected. She is continually drawn deeper into the grove beyond until she is drawn to a circle of Bloodwoods taller and larger than any she has ever seen, nothing touches these trees that is not living or natural. Jamoura reside in these trees each one meditating, totally unaware of their surroundings.
From the trees a sweet voice like the flow of sap whispers to her.
Avi, my dear Avi. You probably wonder why I have called you here of all places? The voice waits for Avi to answer.