[sblock=Kalinn]As the enchanter starts her incantations, the blade glows and warms in Kalinn's hands. It grows uncomfortably hot as the as the power of the spell builds and builds. Straining, the power of the incantation cannot undo the curse and fizzles out.
"Try again."
Again, the enchanter starts her process, pushing and straining with her magic in a battle of wills against the prison, it fails again.
"AGAIN!" she roars.
"This curse was specifically designed to foil me you know." Drawing in her strength, the enchanter starts again. The blade glows and heats up, but she is not getting enough oomph to break the prison.
"Try the backup plan." Switching to a different, more traditional spell, she gets the same result. Pulling out a pearl to recharge her own power, she tries the original incantation again. A fifth failure to unlock the prison leaves her tired.
Walking away, the enchanter goes over to the dragon to converse. A bit of minor casting prep there, they have a third plan. Returning to the patiently waiting Kalinn, "Dear, this is likely going to hurt." Reaching into a pouch, she spreads diamond dust along the blade. Returning to the original incantation, the blade glows and heats up again. The ground begins to rumble as the power builds. The light of the blade pulses until it bursts forth in a blinding flash and lightning arcs up into the clouds.
After a moment, the effects of the flash wear away. Kalinn is holding a clean blade, except where her hands are now bloodying it.
"WINTERBITE! Awaken from your slumber." "Mother?" "Yes dear. You have been imprisoned for centuries now. It has taken this long to find you and release you." "Where is Mynhear?" "He is no longer with us. You shall carry on his work in the hands of one of his descendents. You are in the hands of Kalinn Ari of the HaGruut. Some even call her Frost. Protect her as you would Mynhear." "Yes mother."
"What imprisoned you." "I do not know." "Neither do I. The darkness has grown stronger in your absence. Work quietly, in secret and relearn the world. Pretend you are still slumbering to all but Kalinn. Our enemy is strong. We must quietly find their weaknesses before they strike again." "Yes mother."
"Kalinn, tell no one that he is awake. Surprise is a weapon. You are already hunted. Knowledge of tonight would turn the hunt into a war." "Yes, my lady."
Reaching out, the elf takes the blade from Kalinn's hands. With a short spell this time, a gem in her hand, the color of the elf's eyes, forms and reshapes itself around the pommel. A second spell seals the amethyst stone and hardens it.
"You are now ready to teach him of this new world. When the time of darkness comes, the two of you shall be ready. We each must work separately and quietly until that time." She returns the blade to Kalinn.
"Where did the little one go?" She whistles. Bounding back into view, the escort returns for more dutiful work. "Return her to her bed."
"Kalinn, protect yourself by hiding this night into your dreams. This was only a dream. The mushrooms were good." She smiles. "This was only a dream."
Before leaving the lighted area, the wounds on her hands have healed. Any mess or grass stains have dissolved away and disappeared.[/sblock] The miniature dragon leads his charge back through the glade to the camp. The walk back is a wobbly as the entrance in to the glade, but the bedroll is warm and friendly.
After Kalinn has curled up in her bedroll, the miniature dragon turns to the paladin, smiles, flourishes an extended bow, and then walks away.
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