Hira, a mere seven years of age, looked intently at the bowl of water resting before her.

      The girl's breathing came heavily, with her heart beating quickly within her chest. She knew that the future of all mankind rested upon her tiny shoulders.

      The child's lips formed into various shapes as her tongue rolled over the familiar words of the scrying spell. "Argentus mogni tremia," she finally muttered as the spell approached its completion.

      The age-old magick within Hira empowered the water and it shimmered, filling with colors and shadows and varying degrees of light. Ultimately the water showed her a curious scene.