They continued traveling across the land, and not once did Kwanita seem to be in any mood to stop.

In fact, they had traveled so much that they had been traveling for three years now.

Migisi had been stumped for that amount of time too, especially since Kwanita was not telling her why they were always moving. The only thing she would tell her was that they were in danger, and they would need to keep moving.

Migisi sincerely doubted that a single tribe could cause this sense of panic to arise in her mother, a grown woman no less.

Honan also seemed just as confused, though unlike her, he never questioned their mother, and to be honest, that surprised Migisi.

Why would her brother not say anything about their mother's behavior? Migisi could understand trusting her, in fact Migisi could not find it in herself to distrust Kwanita, but why wasn't he saying anything?

They had stopped again, this time at a river that roared as it moved. The night sky had a bright full moon above, illuminating the waters and the forest surrounding it. Migisi stayed up, listening to Kwanita and Honan's soft breathing as they slept, but she could not sleep. The beauty of Earth prevented her from sleeping.

She trailed the water, watching as the ripples streamed with the rest of the river. The water's coldness spread through her tiny body, but Migisi couldn't find it in herself to care at this time. The soft wind that ruffled the leaves also produced a melody that relaxed her senses, but even that couldn't get Migisi to fall asleep.

Then she heard them: the sound of two pairs of feet heading towards her.

Migisi sat up, alarmed and ready to wake her mother. She sat there, frozen, and hoping that the spirits would keep those potential intruders away, but as the footsteps got louder and closer, Migisi felt her stomach sink.

But then she saw an orange light.

What...? Migisi may not be familiar with how braves hunt, but she was sure that they would never bring a burning wood with them without the risk of setting the trees aflame or drawing unwanted attention to themselves.

The light got bigger the closer it got to her, and with wide eyes, Migisi saw long flaming hair, burning eyes, and familiar molten armor.

She found herself bowing her head again when the figure stopped before her. "Holy One," she greeted shyly.

The last pair of footsteps stopped as well, and Migisi saw a pair of silver-clad feet and a dark blue blanket trailing after them. Her eyes widened briefly before she began to dig her forehead in the soil.

"Holy One," she greeted.

The two were silent a moment. "Raise your head child." As soon as she was straight again, Migisi looked into Cyrus' burning eyes and Iamar's silver eyes, though it took every ounce of self-control to not stare at Iamar.

The reason for her attempt to stare was his skin, or rather what was happening to it. Under the moon's light, his skin was sparkling like a rare gem, which Kwanita had shown her children during their travels. Migisi remembered finding true beauty and perfection in those gems, and actually wanted to keep one of them, though Kwanita had them buried back into the soil, warning her children to keep away from it.

"Greed can kill my children," she told them. "That is why you will need to control yourselves around these objects. Otherwise, it will drive you to kill others, even your loved ones, just to your own self-gain."

Migisi had pictured it, and the image of that vision Iamar showed her was enough to make her shiver. She could imagine herself being that way if greed overtook her, and made a vow to follow Kwanita's advice for her own and her family's welfare.

She wasn't sure if Honan felt the same way however, and that scared her.

But now, standing here, and seeing the skin of the Spirit King of the Moon glow like a rare gem was truly a beautiful thing in itself.

No, no, no, you must not go there Migisi! she scolded herself. You promised you would have better control than this!

Then both men knelt to her height, drawing Migisi's attention away from her thoughts.

"Holy Ones?" she questioned curiously.

Both men smiled.

"You look well child," said Cyrus. "It seems Kwanita has been training you to use your powers well."

Oh yes. During these last three years, whenever Honan went to sleep, Kwanita would teach Migisi the basics of her powers. It had been a difficult process, but now Migisi was able to summon weaker spirits of all kinds and even speak with them for long periods of time. However, Migisi still had a long way to go, and it would be a long time before she would be able to reach her mother's level with her own powers.

Still, Migisi felt at ease, for with her mother training her, the prospect of the vision coming true were becoming slim.

"Holy Ones," Migisi began, "what is it you want from me?"

She winced, horrified at how forward she was. She slammed her head back into the ground. "F-Forgive me Holy Ones! I-I didn't mean to--"

But Cyrus and Iamar laughed, silencing Migisi. With a confused sound, she looked up, finding Cyrus looking to Iamar.

"Have you taught her to be like that Iamar?" he asked.

Iamar gave the Spirit King a playful glare. "Not in the very least," he responded. "Though I will admit, she takes after Kwanita."

Cyrus nodded. "And I think you're right." He looked back to Migisi, holding out a hand.

Migisi eyed it, confused.

Cyrus just smiled. "Come, child, there is something Cyrus and I wish to show you."

Migisi's mouth parted slightly. She looked back at her sleeping family, to the Spirit Kings, and back again.

"Do not worry child," said Cyrus. "We will not be gone long. You can trust us."

Migisi knew she should have felt otherwise, but she couldn't. There was no malicious intent coming from them, and they were not giving her a reason to refuse. So, with a slow nod, she took their hands, allowing her to bring her back to her feet and take away from her mother and brother.

As they walked into the woods, Migisi felt worried. What this the right choice? Was she making the right decision?

She hoped that the Holy Ones would not make her regret her decision to trust them.