To Walk Through a Dream Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven With Wavering Footsteps Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Stone Song Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three A Tale of Winter Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Destiny Inescapable Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Epilogue The Cycle's Continuing Beginnings Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Two Spirits Akin

Beginnings (II) Chapter Four The world slowly came into focus as a myriad of colours and vibrations as the DreamWalker pulled her mind back into her body with a conscious effort. Rather than disorienting, she found the complex web of energies comforting. After a moment she opened her eyes and took in the mischievous swirl of colour that stood before her. "Ye certain a single mortal is worth so much trouble?" It asked, and she could see the crooked grin spread throughout it's aura. "Worth more than I could ever possibly give." She answered with a smile. "Besides, I am only watching now, I have already done all I can do. It is time for the child to walk on it's own." The pixie merely shook it's head in confusion at her reply. "Th' debt be paid. Fare thee well StormSinger." The pixie doffed it's cap and rose to hover in the air before her. The DreamWalker thanked it for guarding her body, and the pixie honoured her with a slight bow before vanishing. She leaned back against the birch tree to rest, tired but happy. A refrain from an old friend rang through her head, It is not the key at journey's end, but rather, the quest itself... but she was near the end of this quest. She could feel his presence faintly now, and she knew she would find him soon, and with him, she hoped, an answer to the question that had haunted her for a year now. And another quest was just beginning. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance and Rayven found herself overcome with the restless urge to move on again. A sense that she no longer belonged here, in this glade. She felt the quest's call. She struggled to her feet and followed the pull onward. ~*~ Her own essence was one with the violet energies of the rain storm, and the DreamWalker was barely aware of her physical body trudging onwards in the rain. Her mind was devoid of any conscious thought, she was merely observing the flow of the world around her. The thunder sang a high song in white that echoed through her veins. Gradually the storm lost strength and came to the gentle lull of soft rain and grey clouds. The clouds pulsated with her breathing, and she could feel them slowly gathering strength for the next bout of lightening. She pulled the storm with her, following the path for which she had searched so long. Something about this place was familiar.... Then her mind was wrenched violently back into the awareness of pain and the storm sank into darkness. The DreamWalker felt herself falling, and reaching out in confusion she grasped at an instant's vision of night sky. There was a crescent moon, and she thought she heard it singing, and in it's song she was reassured. Then it was gone. Chapter Five [A/N from Chapter Three, saved for posterity: Don't ya' just love cliffhangers? };-) Allow me first to apologize profusely for taking so long to get around to working on this story again. (Sorry Sorry Sorry!!!) I've been rather busy with Comm. College amongst other things, and I haven't had time to write much. But here's part 2, and I'll try to get the last part out asap (yes, this isn't quite the end). Please don't read this one if you haven't read the others, as it would appear my fanfic has run away with me and become one enormous ongoing adventure over which I have little control. Not that I mind. And that other stuff: Michael Eisner is the source of all evil, he's in on the conspiracy with the pickles and typo demons, and he's under the delusion that he owns the right to the characters from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. But we know better, right? ;-) My eternal gratitude to Shiri (Autumn Loweck) for being herself. This story is dedicated to her.]