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murdered family. What was it, I wondered, that the Ahrim could not bear? Its
Immense and terrifying anguish seemed to pour out through its black eyes and
outstretched hand.
'Now, Val!' Master Juwain called to me. He stood staring at the Ahrim as he lifted his
glowing, emerald crystal toward me in order to quicken the fires of my life.
Kane had told me, too, that I held inside my heart the greatest of weapons. It was
what my gift became when I turned my deepest passion outward and wielded the
valarda to open others' hearts and brighten their souls. As I wielded it now. With
Master Juwain feeding me the radiance of his green gelstei, and my other friends
passing to me all that was beautiful and bright from within their own beings, I struck
out at the Ahrim. Master Juwain believed that darkness could never be defeated by
the sword, but he meant a length of honed steel and destruction, and not a sword of
light.
ELAHAD!
For what seemed an age, all that was within me passed into the Ahrim in a blinding
brilliance. But it was not enough. The Ahrim did not disintegrate into a shower of
sparks, nor shine like the sun, nor did it disappear back into the void, like a snake
swal-lowing its own tail. I sensed that I had only stunned it, if that was the right
word, for it suddenly shrank into a ball of blackness and floated over toward an oak
tree at the edge of the clearing. It seemed still to be watching me.
'You have no power over me!' I shouted at it. But my angry words seemed to make
it grow a bit larger and even blacker, if that was possible.
Atara came up to me then, and laid her hand on my ice-cold hands, still locked onto
the hilt of my sword. And she said to me, 'Do not look at it. Close your eyes and
think of the child that someday we'll make together.'
I did as she asked, and my heart warmed with the brightest of hopes. And when I
opened my eyes, the Ahrim had disappeared.
'But where did it go?' Maram asked, coming over to me. 'And will it return?'
Daj came running out of the trees toward me, followed by Liljana and Estrella. All
my friends gathered around me. And I told them, 'It will return. In truth, I am not
sure it is really gone.'
As I stood there trying to steady my breathing, I still felt the dark thing watching me,
from ail directions - and from my insides, as if it could look out at me through my
very soul.
'But what is it?' Daj asked yet again. He turned toward Alphanderry, who had
remained almost rooted to the clearing's floor during the whole time of our battle.
'You called it the Ahrim. What does that mean?'
'Hoy, the Ahrim, the Ahrim - I do not know!'
'I suppose the name just came to you?' Maram said, glaring at him.
'Yes, it did. Like -'
'Drops of blood on a cross!' Maram snapped. 'That thing is evil.'
'So are all of Morjin's illusions,' Liljana said. 'But that was no illusion.'

'No, certainly not,' Master Juwain said. Now he, too, touched his hand to my hands.
He touched my face and told me, 'Your fingers are frozen - and your nose and
cheeks are frostbitten.'
I would have looked at myself in Alkaiadur's shimmering surface, but the silustria
was an ugly black and 1 could see nothing.
'It was so cold,' I said. 'So impossibly cold.'
I watched as the sun's rays fell upon my sword and the blade slowly brightened to a