The pencil flew across the paper, scratching away at it and leaving behind black lines of graphite, recreating the large setting. Large ancient trees and clam, mellow, streams, all depicted on the light parchment. The young artist quickly brushed her short brown hair out of her deep, chocolate eyes, and quickly resumed to her sketching. She sat cross legged on a cold moss coverd stone atop one of the cliffs surrounding the opening were the vortex stood. It had been calm for days now, Turing peacefully. No Ahzenai had come out of it for weeks. Faint sounds of Ahz and their companions chatting away, embracing the warmth of the day. The lone artist continued, her pencil focusing on one group of Ahz that had difficult designs. A small crack was heard as the pencil gave away, chunks of graphite scatterd across the drawing. The artist sighed and and gently brushed away the broken precise of the pencil off the paper, careful not to smudge her work. She cast aside the pencil remains into one of the many pockets of her shoulder bag. About to reach in for a new pencil she noticed a black Ahzenai emerge from one of the caves. She had heard of this Ahz referred to as Myseniiva. The young artist peered closer as Mysenivva spoke. The Ahz was far but spoke clearly and loudly.
"Mortals of Ahzen!" Her great voice bellowed, full of knowledge and wisdom. The white flames dancing upon her back seemed to grow larger and brighter as she spoke, creating a white glow around the obsidian Ahz. "I have an offer for you all. As you know, my magic grows stronger only on the night of the new moon, when the sky is dark," she spoke clearly, each word seemed to clash against the next as she anouncetaed. "This night approaches us soon." She took a pause, and seemed to grin but it was hard to tell from a distance. He young artist stared in awe, this being new information to her. "So here are your options, present to me an offer, and I may grant you what you desire. A lover. A sibling. A friend. A child." The young artist glared at the dark Ahz as she slipped back into her cave.
"Can this be my chance?" The artist thought to herself "Will I, Cammer, the wandering artist, finally have an Ahz to share my travels with? A friend?" She lingerd on the thought for a bit and then with one motion flipped close her sketch book and placed it inside her shoulder bag and leapt up. She ran towards the cave she saw Myseniiva disappear into, her leather shoulder bag bouncing against her back. Before long the young artist was standing out side the cave. Gusts of cools air blowed against her, into the dark depths of the cave. Being surrounded by the shadows cave an eerie feel that was almost calming, as if you were part of the earth itself. Cammer walked with caution, as she approached the white flames of Myseniiva. She took a deep breath and spoke, trying not to sound afraid. "I am here to make an offer" Her voice echoed of the dim walls of the cave. "Long have I searched for a companion, even before I came to Ahzen, I approach you in order to ask for a friend." The artist's palms began to sweat, for she felt that she was standing amid the great knowledge gathered from centuries before.
"I wish for a friend whom shall be alike to me, one that will have an unquenchable thirst for adventure and skills of a great artist. One that is bold and kind. In exchange," The artist fubled for her bag into the dark and searched through it for a while until she pulled out a small pouch. Untying it she reached in and pulled out a small stone. The moment the stone reached the faint light of the Ahz's flames, it light up. It was a smooth, white, translucent crystal, with a small multicolored flame burning inside it. Many vibrant colors floated inside the crystal. A new feeling appeared in the cave, a new power. "This is a Chadystia Crystal. I came across it during my travels. It is said that the flame inside it is its source of power, and therefore never dies out." She held out the crystal a while longer before returning it to the leather pouch. "I shall let you think if this is a worthy exchange" said the young artist as she exited the cave. Once she was out she gave out a huge sigh of relief and slid down one of the walls outside of the cave.