mossy rock on the far side of the moat began to glow with a strange blue-violet light. By this stage, Nomis had his fingers firmly pressed in his ears but it was not helping at all.
The light became brighter and more intense, until all at once the aura moved to one side of the rock. At first, it was a ball of blue-violet luminescence but it quickly coalesced into a hooded Tylwyth Teg figure. Beneath the hood, where the cloak was parted, there was merely a fading pale mauve light; all that was left of the strange bright, violet glow. With the fading glow, the strident noise lessened enough for Nomis to unplug his sore ears.
The cloaked figure was powerfully built and very tall for a Tylwyth Teg. Nomis judged him to be, at least, four and a half inches high, whilst he was considered tall himself at just over three. As the glow faded, the figure taking shape evoked unsettling emotions of a deep bonding, but he felt sure that they had not actually met before. He didn’t know how he knew, but Nomis instantly realised that this particular event was not the cause of his earlier sense of foreboding. That was reserved for something far more terrifying. If anything, Nomis sensed that this tall stranger was trying to bring him hope and trying to dispel those feelings within him.
Nomis pulled himself together, screwed up his courage and decided that the only practical way to find out what was happening was to confront the strange being on the far side of the moat, however much this prospect terrified him. Fortunately, he was spared further anguish, as the figure obviously wanted to make contact with him. He could sense with his mind a new and strange link forming; turning into an awareness that he was in the presence of someone quite awesome and extraordinarily powerful.
Just as Nomis wondered how he was going to reach the other side of the moat, the figure spoke to him inside his mind.
“Hello, Nomis. You recognise me, do you not?” Without waiting for a reply, he continued: “I have come because we are supposed to have a long talk together at this time.”
“Well … um … sir … What’s so special about now?” Nomis stammered aloud, not quite knowing what to say to that.
“It is of the utmost importance that this takes place tonight, during the full moon. It has been foretold that such a meeting would be at Midsummer in the Dynol’s year of 1303,” the figure replied in his …