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no mistaking it. Her skin was very, very dark. “Strange,”
she mumbled as she rose to her feet and brushed herself off. She
started off toward Trysta Palace, staring at her hands and arms as
she went. She hadn’t gone far when she remembered that her sister’s
cloned soul was still lying in the field behind her. She sniggered
as she contemplated leaving it there for someone to find. “Erun
cantara . . . Lantalia!” she commanded.
    The spirit clone rippled and distorted. It
wiggled around a bit, and then dissolved slowly into the ground and
disappeared.
    Anika glanced over her
hands again and shook her head. “ Very strange,” she muttered, as she
sped off again toward home.
     
    Once she was safely back inside her room she
wasted no time. She was very anxious to set her plan in motion. She
lifted a small stick-like object from a bedside table and spoke
into the end of it.
    “Send for General Kort, immediately,” she
ordered.
    A few minutes later, he was outside her door
calling her name.
    She rushed over and pulled him in, right
through the branches that were still descending.
    “Ouch! Anika,” Kort exclaimed, brushing the
pine needles from his shirt. “What’s so urgent?” He picked a stray
needle from his auburn curls and glanced at Anika, who was even
darker than before. A look of concern spread across his rugged
face. “Have you figured out what’s causing this darkening yet? Is
it because of the spirit cloning?” he asked, staring.
    Anika didn’t want to discuss that now. “Do
you want to see this, or not?” she quizzed impatiently.
    “See what?”
    Anika smiled mischievously. “See the
rightful vritesse receive her powers.”
    “What?” Kort gasped, “I thought I wasn’t
allowed to watch.”
    “No, Kort . . . you couldn’t be with me in
Koria, but I haven’t done the power transfer yet,” she explained.
“Get ready, General. You’re about to become the entrusted of the
vritesse!” Her voice was sing-songy and playful.
    Kort slowly lowered on to the bed and didn’t
say another word.
    Anika lifted the silver box in front of her
and removed the lid. A bright light surrounded her, and little
wisps of color dreamily floated out of it.
    Once again she heard a voice. Only this time
it seemed almost sad. “Balance . . . balance is the key. Trysta . .
. Borloc . . . balance.”
    “Balance,” she repeated as the light wrapped
tighter around her.
    “The powers from Lor Mandela to . . .”
    There was a long pause, and then the voice
whispered, “Anika.”
    The light faded and Anika stood enveloped in
a tawny glow for several minutes. She looked at Kort who was
absolutely engrossed.
    “Did you hear the voice?” she asked.
    As the glow around her dissipated the most
troubling change in her yet became evident. “Anika!” Kort gasped,
“Your eyes!” The general appeared quite mortified.
    “What about them?” She snapped and walked
over and peered into a looking glass that was on the rock table
near where the book had been before. Her eyes, which were usually a
sultry purple, had changed to a dull, dark black. “That’s strange,”
she whispered. “The journal didn’t say anything about darkening. I
wonder what’s going on.”
    Kort gawked at her from across the room.
    She started towards him, but had no sooner
taken her first step when Kort bolted to his feet and flew toward
her at an amazing speed!
    In under a second, he was in front of her,
wide-eyed and panting. “What was that?” he asked weakly.
    Instantly, he rocketed
into the air again, this time smacking against the wall with a
loud thud .
    Anika shrieked. “Kort! What are you doing?
Are you okay?” She rushed over to where he lay in a crumpled heap
on the floor. “What’s going on?”
    Kort shrunk back as she touched his arm.
    “Don’t!” he cried, sounding like a scared
child.
    Anika stepped back and stared at him.
    “Can you get up, love? Are you hurt?” she
asked.
    “ Please, Anika! Stop! Let
me go,” he