n. Even the colors seemed dimmer as I swam deeper, passing coral spires that had once

ce was growing stronger, bleeding into the water, stealing its song.

of Tides, heart beating faster than

y eyes. That look in his gaze as he lay broken on the cliff. It wasn't just pain. It was reco

d pillars wrapped in glowing sea vines. This was the sacred place of memory, where only Maelora singers were pe

ulsed with a glow of stored memory. It was alive with old songs-echoes of grief, tr

e was soft at first, bar

ide and truth.

asin

child laughing with a sea lion. A war between flame and

soaked in stormlight, e

ro

r rememb

t from

ong, l

red back

that p

of it now," said

d like seafoam, and her skin shimmered with deep emerald hues. She wore t

oo?" I asked,

birth, Isolde. A winged one who would fall fro

n he

r he repairs the tapestry or tears it further-we do

ce awakened the storm elemental?" Lira stepp

has been slipping for years. We've just been too

an no longer

a circle of open-shell thrones surrounded by glowing jellylight. The others

s fixed on me. I tried

ugh as crushed stone. "You broke protoco

firmly. "Fighting the storm e

snapped Elder Faelen. "Do you forget what happe

an I intended. "I remem

d. "He's part of the prophecy. The sea remembers him. It called his name. I didn't c

s the sea want? Another brok

ered. "A diff

lse thudding in my ears. I had never d

wasn't just curiosity or pity. It was a pull-deep and magnetic

inally

ted when Isolde sang. And that the water holds his n

what now? You'd have us trust a f

I think we have t

r broke throu

me. "You're pro

es

lo

oesn't know what

?" Corin asked. I looked at t

e... a chance to rew

read carefully, Isolde. The sea remembers

t it again-that faint tug. Like a forgott

ro

of me and though I wasn't ready t

ver it would bec