Having rested in the stopped time, I had woken up in tears. Unsure as to why I was crying, I felt like I had forgotten the reason for those tears. I had woken up with my hand rubbing my eyes free of the tears. Why are those the dreams I need protection from? What happened to me?
I realized I failed to explain that during our conversation with the Divine Queen. She had told us to step into the water. We had found a pool in the center of the room both her and Azsire in. That is where we found ourselves, and of course, for some reason, I had been told to jump first. Pharasma’s power over water was quite useful. However, that wasn’t what saved me. Granted, Death’s power had protected me for a time; my ring from Tenaerul shielded me from the water’s corruptive power. A scarlet shield wrapped around me ten seconds after I fell into the water.
I communicated mentally to Celuriel, who told the remaining Lost Ones before following after me.
We found ourselves in a room full of crystals; the walls were fleshy and opened. Each crystal or gem had different properties: water, earth, fire, wind, and other things of that nature. Then, I believe the gems had different kinds of magic: Divine, Arcane, and Physic Voidle. Voidness? Shardic magic? Shardic seems the best for this.
After a seriously long time figuring out crystals and their typing. Having to kill some shadow version of myself after killing. Having spawned from a font of wild magic, Silver absorbed the fallen shadow Aniks into themselves. As well as Azyel poking the crystals, unleashing more magic to harm us. We eventually figured out the correct combinations of crystal and gs to unlock the path forward.
From the strange crystal and flesh cave, we went down a tunnel to the left and found a classroom. A fully furnished classroom with students. Well, we finally got the answer to where the rest of our companions, Tarik, Jinne, Syrin, Idonea, and Cintha, went. An additional two students sat in the back of the classroom. A small angelic boy with a cracking porcelain face and void-like eyes, and the Avatar of the continent Gaia, who is the little girl in the lake.
Our next little challenge, as stated by Gaia, was to teach these youths. So that’s what we did. Each of us took a student and listened to them… with various levels of success. I was pleasantly surprised with how well Jinne took to my teaching. I had never considered myself a teacher, nor had I given much thought to teaching someone other than any child I might have.
Jinne, as a child, had two core problems to tackle. The pressure of adults expecting greatness from her, especially given her role in her religion, fed into her ability to channel her magic. The second issue the child Samsara was fretting about was any attempt to conjure magic, which was a fruitless effort on her part.
We broke her problem into several parts to make it more manageable. We focused only on what she could accomplish at this moment. We could set aside the rest of her problems to be tackled later by picking one. I suggested picking the one that would help her with further tasks. So Jinne chose to focus on channeling her magic.
Given that I was neither an oracle nor had any natural magic, like shaping shadows, like my family, Jinne picked a difficult one for me to tackle. Thankfully, my child self had studied enough magical theory, and I had a decent understanding of magic myself to at least start her down a path. Jinne and I soon found ourselves on the floor in front of a chalkboard (which Azyel had commandeered and had drawn something I couldn’t make sense of).
We first focused on a simple spell that we could both cast. With a simple word, a soft ball of yellow appeared in the palm of my hand. Jinne flicked and faded, lasting only a moment after casting her version of Light. This version of Jinne began to spiral and focus on her responsibility. After calming her down, I tried to get her to connect her magic with something. While I had to study and learn my spell that way, Jinne’s magic was much more natural. Forming a connection between a place or idea she was comfortable with and her magic can allow her to draw on it more effortlessly.
Jinne gave it a thought, and given that she grew up on an island, the Samsaran picked the ocean. So this time, I told her to close her eyes, and once she cast the spell, she focused only on the ocean, the feel up, the ebb and flow of the tides.
In the palm of her hands, a small but much stronger ball of golden Light appeared. It dimmed and strengthened like the pull of the waves and thankfully never dissipated. What Jinne had failed to see was the color it changed to. At its strongest, the orb of Light turned Silver. It stayed like that until she opened her eyes. By the time she looked at her work, it was a strong golden light, but it quickly faded with her excitement.
Before she could become sad at the disappearance of her Light, I told her it was an amazing start. I had given her a way to help with her channeling. After the rest of us were able to teach something to our friends in their child form, they all disappeared, leaving us with Gaia and Grace. The Avatar then showed us the fruits of this lesson we taught our students.
Jinne had become powerful, confident, and a force of nature, much like the ocean she loved. Unlike the Jinne I was familiar with. This version of herself focused solely on her divine casting. Her blade was forgotten, or maybe she never picked one up during this incarnation. Who is to say, I’ll never know, nor would I like to know.
Gaia had asked each of us a single question, given the lesson and help we gave them. Would we like them to stay this way? Our choices of these future versions we had helped shape into made permanent.
I told the Avatar that Jinne was fine as she was; it was her life, and I had no right to change it.