Iamar led Migisi down a series of paths that led to more confusing locations to the next. Now Migisi's head was starting to hurt for another reason altogether, though she had now gotten used to the sounds of their footsteps and the sight of all these bright colors.

Everywhere she could see the color white, and it seemed to continue no matter where they went. Migisi had never seen such a beautiful but bland place in her existence, and she suddenly wondered if this was what the spirit realms looked like, especially since Iamar seemed to know his way around this place.

Was this his home?

Finally, they came across a depression in the wall that seemed to lead to another wall. With a confused but mesmerized expression, Migisi watched as Iamar approached the wall, grabbed a metal object protruding from the wall, and twisted it, soon pushing the wall aside.

He looked at her, still smiling. "Come along child," he said, motioning for Migisi to follow. Snapped from her stupor, Migisi could feel her cheeks heat up before she complied, and followed Iamar inside the new area, allowing him to put the wall back in its first location with a strange clicking sound.

The room was different, and Migisi found herself looking around in wonder. The walls appeared to be nonexistent, despite being otherwise, the ceiling was nonexistent and showing the dark sky above as well as the full silver moon, the ground was the color of water, and there were items in the room that Migisi didn't know the use for. However, on one of them, she saw what she believed was some kind of food, but she was unsure.

Still, she had to admit that there was some kind of beauty to it all that she doubted anything earthly could compare to.

Iamar walked by her side, and Migisi jumped, standing to full attention, her body straightened. Iamar just smiled and turned to face her once more.

"Do not worry child, I mean you no harm," he said. He then moved towards one of the items, specifically the one located by the nearest wall, and the soft fabric under the Holy One moved with him as he sat on it.

"Come child," ordered Iamar. When Migisi didn't move the first time, he continued. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I will do my best to answer them. However, you have my word when I say that I truly mean you no harm."

Migisi jumped with horror. "F-Forgive me Holy One! I-I did not mean to--"

"You did not offend me child," Iamar interrupted gently. "Now, please, sit. I will answer any question you may have."

Migisi hesitated before she slowly began to move towards the Spirit King, her steps unsure and her body trembling. She didn't understand, but she truly felt weary of this spirit, a Spirit King, who was in her realm not so long ago to give her mother the warning of the danger Honan was in. So many questions were running through her head at this moment.

Why was he being so kind to her?

Why was she here?

What did he want from her?

Why was she so afraid?

Then Migisi found herself nearly colliding with the item before her, the rim of the nearest depression reaching her chest. She eyed it, seeing that the item seemed to be made of both some kind of soft and silky fabric and something sturdy, almost like wood. She eyed Iamar again before she moved to join him, the soft fabric caressing her skin like water.

This fabric did not come from an animal. Migisi ended up feeling it in wonder, running her hands over it even when she got on and sat by the Spirit King's side. What kind of anomaly was this?

Iamar's voice drew her back from her thoughts.

"The fabric is called silk."

Migisi looked at him, eyes full of wonder. "Silk?" she repeated.

"Yes, it is silk." Iamar looked at the cushions under him. "Of course, this fabric is not made of animals like Kwanita's people make their clothing and materials out of, but rather a plant, however the plant this silk was made from is different from the other silk plants back on Earth."

Migisi's eyes widened. "My mother! Is she alright? Is my brother alright?"

"They are both fine Migisi," Iamar answered. "Rather, they are still on Earth, just as your sleeping body is now."

"Wh..." Migisi stared at the Spirit King. "What do you mean Holy One?"

"Your spirit is here with me Migisi. It is how you are able to speak to me right here and now, why you are able to be here at all." Iamar looked out the window, Migisi's eyes following his, and she saw a land full of water, silver grounds, and tepees that were bigger, sturdier, and more beautiful than the tepees she's seen and been in. They went on for miles, and Migisi could even see some people, people who looked nearly like Iamar with his skin and beauty, but even from here she could sense how low their auras were compared with Iamar.

"Where is this?" she found herself asking. Flinching, Migisi opened her mouth to apologize, but Iamar held up a hand.

"This is my world child, the realm of the moon spirits like myself. It is a world that not many humans can enter, not even when they become spirits of the dead. It also occurs with other spirit realms, like Cyrus'."

"Cyrus?" Migisi asked in surprise. "The Spirit King of the Sun?"

"Ah, so you remember him," said Iamar. "I do not know why I'm surprised, Cyrus always spoke of you, saying that one of Kwanita's children was awakening their powers early in their life. Imagine my surprise when I learned that he was right child."

"Ah?" Migisi could not understand anything the Spirit King was saying.

"Oh, forgive me." Iamar unleashed an embarrassed chuckle. "Cyrus and I are acquaintances, being that we are the Spirit Kings of the Sun and Moon. We have to know each other's interests and where they lie. It is what has helped us over these last millions of years."

Migisi didn't say a word.

"However, that is not why I brought you here Migisi."

"Eh?"

Iamar's face was wiped of its previous smile, and Migisi was suddenly worried about what would happen next. "You need to understand what will happen next Migisi, and this will help you the older you get."

"W-What is it?" asked Migisi.

Iamar's silver eyes bore into her blue ones. "Unlike your brothers, your powers are growing very early, and at a fast rate. As a result, it will only be a matter of time before you attract both the light spirits and the dark spirits."

Migisi stayed silent, too afraid to say anything.

"Has Kwanita said nothing to you in regard to this?" Iamar sounded concerned over this.

Slowly, Migisi shook her head. "N-No, she has not, Holy One."

Iamar was silent a moment. "I see. Then she will need to tell you when you wake up. She should not keep this secret hidden from her own daughter."

"H-Holy One, forgive me, but how important is this?"

"Very." Iamar looked at his hands at this point. "If your powers continue to go on untrained, it will lead to catastrophic consequences, both of the physical world and the spirit worlds. This is why you were brought here before me Migisi, and you will need to see the results of what damage your powers will cause."

Iamar snapped his fingers, and suddenly Migisi's vision was full of the colors red and black, though it was gone after a few moments. When her vision came to, she saw a horrifying sight.

Monsters of unimaginable horrors were wreaking havoc to everything that was unfortunate enough to get in their path, whether they be trees, animals, and even people. Migisi saw many tribes being torn down, heard the screams of fear, pain, and terror from men, women, and children alike, and saw the ground became stained with the color of blood.

And through it all, standing there, her eyes glowing an ominous red with her skin and clothing covered in the same red on the ground, her expression blank, her long wheat hair blowing in the wind, was her. She looked older, but Migisi knew that girl was her, for who else did she know had that appearance?

And at her feet, lifeless and covered in red, was Kwanita, Honan, and Elsu.

"Stop," she begged. "Please Holy One, I beg you, stop this! Please! STOP!"

Then, just as quickly as it came, the vision disappeared, and Migisi found herself back in the strange room with Iamar.

He was looking at her sternly, but with a hint of pity. "This is why child, Kwanita shouldn't have kept this hidden from you, but you must get your powers under control before something like this happens. Forgive me for showing you that, but you must understand."

Migisi shakily nodded. "I understand Holy One. I understand."

Iamar nodded. "Good. Now, you must go back to Earth, but believe me when I say this, Princess Migisi of the South, we will meet again, and you will meet Cyrus again. You have my word on that."

Then, before Migisi could say another word, her body was floating, and her senses started to disappear.

Then everything went black.