After ARCANA comes Lore of Reaume, and it starts with Saska facing death in The Kallanon Scales. Everything changes in this part of the saga; known friends die, unknown friends step forth, and the action moves to another world.
Yes, she will die if she stays, and thus new choices are made …
SASKA is a Sylmer initially withdrawn as Guardian in the Dome. Not shy exactly, but she keeps herself to herself. The Sylmer are from a water planet and have tails when mortal; after the Immortality Ritual their tails vanish and they become bipedal, although they never lose the desire for a watery environment.
Chosen as one of the Guardians to defend against Infinity’s malevolence, on Valaris Saska discovers her fiery nature, and this is largely due to the influence of Rayne. His presence alone begins to change her, but her attraction for him takes her forward in leaps. Their relationship takes on an entirely new level on the night Rayne witnesses Saska surrender to her need for water. She suffers betrayal and ends up becoming someone special due to that betrayal.
This woman with pale blue hair and emerald eyes creates waves that will have long-term consequences, all the way into Lore of Sanctum. Get to her now, because she is pivotal to the story.
(Recorded before Saska vanished for a time amid the Pilanese)
Blue: My lady, you appear sad. Why is that?
Saska: I’m sorry, Blue, I know of your work, but I really don’t think it’s anyone’s business. Besides, I have somewhere to be.
Blue: Just a few moments. You know I don’t have to write it down; it won’t take long.
Saska: Taranis has wondered how you’re able to remember everything so well.
Blue: I’m not being interviewed, am I?
Saska: Hmm. Someone should. But I don’t have the time.
Blue: I’m thinking it’s a man. Making you sad.
Saska: Loss makes us sad, friend, whether of a loved one, a way of life … hope, faith, health … many reasons.
Blue: It’s a man.
Saska: Not that I’ll tell you.
Blue: And now you run from him. Do you hope he won’t find you … or do you hope he’ll act with sufficient commitment to discover your hiding place?
Saska: Neither. Both. Argh, he drives me insane!
Blue: Who, my lady? Perhaps I could put him to the question.
Saska: Oh, good luck with that. He won’t talk.
Blue: I’m thinking now it can only be the one they are calling Enchanter who does this to you. I’m also thinking you should expect as much. An enchanter? That is a lonely calling. He will find it hard to commit to a personal relationship. Not so?
Saska: What do you know about it?
Blue: And there you confirm my suspicion. They call him Torrullin, I hear, and his name means Lifegiver and Destroyer simultaneously. My lady, how do you hope to reach through to someone like that?
Saska: By loving him, damn it! Not that it matters! He has chosen another! She is … argh!
(Saska dematerialises at this point, her pain and anger causing her to flee. Blue is left wondering how she can create an opportunity to speak with Torrullin.)
Outside, the bright globe of the moon rode the skies high, and celebrations erupted.
Inside, the might of two armies fought the three who dared challenge the Darak Or, and attempted to swipe the irksome bird from the ceiling.
The darklings hissed, for the constraints of space frustrated them, although not as much as their inability to deal with a woman, a man obviously not made for battle, and one who was, but who was also exhausted. The soltakin made not a sound, but their amber eyes fixated in expectation.
All knew it was a matter of time.
Phet tried to find a way through the water hole, dodging swords with much squawking, and returned nearly drowned.
Too small, he sent, even for me.
“Our goose is cooked, my friends,” Lanto said.
All three were bloodied blue and red, their swords slippery.
“Lanto?” Saska murmured.
“Nice knowing you, truly an honour,” Lanto said, and tossed his sword into the air. It passed through an astonished soltakin before lodging in a particularly nasty darkling slashing at Phet. “Yes!” Lanto crowed, and sank onto his haunches amid dead and dying darklings, laughing hysterically.
Saska reached down with one hand to drag him up.
He shook her off. “I have no more to give.” His head lowered.