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Saturday, April 9th 2005, by Marissa A Spencer (c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer pic from [link] The woman stood before her, naked except for the folding sheer wings that wrapped around her. Her eyes were lit with an unearthly light and glowed in the dimness. “Who are you?” Moira whispered . “I am the cave spirit. This was once my domain and mine to care for and guard. I kept the waters clear and the magic safe here. You may call me Ala, for you could not pronounce my true name. I must reward you for freeing me. I am happy to know some have remembered the old ways.” Ala hands Moira a circlet of gold. “Place this on your arm. It will aid you.” The spirit suddenly shrinks to no bigger than a bee and darts off into the darkness. The old melody seems to float to her from the blackness before her. Crystal chambers enchanted mountain Rise above the dragon’s fountain Make a wish upon the spires Setting free the magic fires Moira thought again about which way to go. She could go back, but really what adventure was in that? As her eyes got used to the darkness, she could see that the circlet of gold was glowing. It was bright enough to see in the blackness of the cave. She could hear a soft gurgling, bubbling sound. She follows the sound down deeper into the earthy cave. Rounding a sparkling sandstone corner she sees a orange glowing cavern filled with pools of bubbling, steaming mud. An odd looking head seemed to float on the mud in one of the pools. “Well, well. I did wonder how long it would take you to get here.” Moira was shocked to see her old friend from the forest. “Well, well Princess. You look a bit bedraggled this evening.” He starts making circles in the mud with his stubby fingers. “You never told me your name. I could call you Toad.” She sits on a rock and looks around the cavern trying to find the light source. “Yes, you could, but I would prefer you call me Gregory.” She looks at him oddly. “Gregory?” Her eyebrows rose and she gave him a broad smile. “What did you think my name would be? Some weird elfin name or something?” He pats the mud and splashes some on Moira. “Stop that! Ok, whatever.” She sat and waited. “Well, are you going to tell me why you are here or not?”

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