Lucian sighs softly, closing his eyes. He leans back in his chair as he shoves a hand through his hair. The long strands go flying, then settle against his face once more, making the gesture seemingly useless. Unless it was merely a nervous tic. He opens his eyes, looking toward the seer. “If you have any wisdom to impart, I am open to ideas, Solstice. I admit to being at an utter loss at what to do now. I am uncertain how to truly end this conflict. He will not stop. Not until he has what he wants. Which is my fath – no. My kingdom.” He frowns, obviously somewhat uncomfortable with the notion.
“I know he will not stop, Lucian. However, he must be stopped. And I – I may have an answer for you.” She draws in a breath. “Do you have a small mirror somewhere nearby?” Solstice looks about the room.
“I believe there is one. My mother hung one up years ago and my father never took it down.” He gets to his feet, looking about the bookcase-lined room. He then moves toward the opposite wall, where a mirror was hung over a small shelf. He picks it up, pulling it away from the wall. He carries it back toward her, offering it to her.
“Thank you.” She takes the mirror and draws in a deep breath. She sets it down on the desk, placing a hand upon it. She looks up at Lucian, then takes his hand. She places his hand upon the mirror as well.
“Solstice? What are you doing?” He sounds confused. “I wish to show you what I have seen. This is one of the few ways I know of doing so.” She exhales slowly, then inhales slowly. She reaches out, placing her other hand against Lucian’s side. She groans faintly. Lucian looks to the mirror, then his eyes widen at what he sees. His head tips to one side.
“Solstice? How is this – is this truly – ” He is unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Aye. It is what I have seen of Ryall. No matter what else changes about the future, this does not change. Ever. You must intercept him at this point in time.”
“How am I to know when he will make for this exact spot? And why is he going to this spot?” Lucian frowns, puzzled.
“He believes it to be the hiding place of a great artifact which will aid him in his quest. However, he is ignoring the fact that only those with the most true of intentions can see the weapon, much less wield the weapon. Anyone else will find nothing, nothing at all. However, he will go for this spot. And he will be there soon. Do you know of this spot?”
“No. I have never seen it before..” He frowns. He starts to sketch the location on the back of a paper on his desk. It is pretty well drawn.
“Perhaps Nicholas would know of it.” She blinks as Lucian pauses, his gaze locked on the sketch.
“Solstice, what do you know of the weapon?”
“Not much at all, I am afraid. Why do you ask?”
Lucian drags in a breath, looking toward her. He then looks at the ceiling.
“Lucian?”