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"Hmpf. You seem to trust her even though you don't know her. Don't you feel that power from her? It is an unstable flow of magic just screaming to come out and destroy! I would assume that if she was every to turn on you, that you would be easy play for her like a brute tearing a sheet of pergament. I do not even know how powerful she might be and if I could handle it. Back then when Ilea destroyed things, it was already bad enough. This woman could be just as bad or worse." Arsan said.

In an unconscious state, Jyana got part of the conversation. However her mind was more focused on the past. Images playing over and over again. Death. Blood on her hands. An evil smile. She crying. It somehow didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense, however it was so familar. Then she saw herself with children, a large number of them. They were probably twenty. Each calling "mama". When grown, she wiped their memories of her. They didn't know their origin anymore. The land then full of dragons roaming peacefully. No city in sight, only a couple stone homes and a small village. The land was covered in a more lush green than before. Then the evil smile again and a scream, a woman crying "mama".

Meanwhile Arsan led the way to a large crystal filled library. He took Jyana out of Dumah's arms and set her on a stone chair. Crystals were still afloat in the library even after being abandoned so long ago. "Unbelieveable isn't it? Whoever maintain the library before the massacre must have had enough power to keep the crystals glowing and afloat for thousands of years. Too bad the humans didn't venture out this way, otherwise they could have discovered a gigantuan stash of lost knowledge." Arsan explained.

Jyana suddenly snapped out of her seemingly peaceful state, panting. "I left them behind and now they are angry and insane!" Jyana said. She looked around and noticed the two men. "I am sorry. I don't know what had gotten into me. I remembered my children and what I had done to them. They must have thought they had no origin after I made them forget me. I had duties and couldn't let my grown children get in the way." She then noticed the library. "This place? This is not where I wanted to take him! He needed to see the training grounds, where he could unleash all his power. This place is the last place I wanted to see in my lifetime! It was like my home, keeping records in order with an unsatisfiable obsession. Don't you hear them calling?"

"Who's calling? There is no one else than us here!" Arsan said. Jyana scolded him: "You do not know anything. A watcher who may have power like the others but the knowledge of a human. It is not who, it is what. The old records call, they haven't been read in over a thousand years! They want to be read! They want attention!" Jyana touched a large crystal ball in the middle. It lit up upon her touch and a interface appeared in the room. "Do you see this? Thousands of records! No millions of them! Everything of Aer to 'Zanith!" An enthusiasm told hold in Jyana as she frantically looked for something specific. Then a record dating over 20000 years in the past appeared. "The Origins of Magic by the historian Gadeh. It explains how the ancestors of the ancients lived in a state without magic until one day a young child showed an unknown ability. It was magic! The villagers feared the ability and exiled the child and it's family. When the child became an adult, it returned to the village. However this person was attacked but stopped the attackers. Over time, the villagers opened up and learned the ability themselves. They soon viewed the first magic user as the bastard daughter of the Earth Maiden. What fascinates me of this document is that it is the earliest mention of my line, the Lightbringers named for bringing the light into a time of darkness. However there was a downside. Over time the Lightbringers showed violent behavior bringing the murderers, warlocks and lichs of history. I may be the only one who remains and due to the past, I avoid to use truly offensive magic. I would teach it to those who have intentions to use it to protect others. However I shouldn't use it or I might be the next one to going on a rampage."

She then turned to Dumah. "If you desire, I will teach you the ancient script so you could read these records." "Go on a rampage huh? You attacked me. How do I know that you wouldn't instantly try to turn me into ash within the next few minutes." Arsan said. Jyana snickered: "If I had that intent, why haven't I done it already. Four and a half thousand years old and you haven't used that time to educate yourself much. I know you well Arsan as well as your sisters. Just because you are watchers doesn't mean you are all knowing, because you obviously do not know me nor can understand many things that have been already known. Here learn some and maybe I can reveal some things you might not have understood in the past. There are even moving images with sound in this library, some of which are almost ten thousand years old. Dumah, if you seek the knowledge to read that of the old. Seek me out in the gardens. And if you have questions then go ahead and ask them then. If you just want to talk then I have all the time in the world." She then grabbed a crystalline tablet and gave it to Arsan. "Just pull what you want to read onto here and you can sit down and read."

Jyana made her way to the now barren gardens. She focused her energy and plants started to grow. A sealed spring started to bubble again and the sun shone onto the garden. Jyana sat down on a rock and began to meditate.