WHACK!!  WHACK!!  The willow tree splintered in half.  Kilana whirled 
     around and addressed her beloved Zartan, "Did you see that?  My whip 
     was right on the mark and if that silly tree had been a foustine I'm 
     sure it would have ran away howling."  Zartan, her gray Persian cat, 
     barely glanced up from his nap.  "Well, Mr. Almighty, I can see your 
     impressed.  I suppose you think you could do much better."
     
     "I'm sure the mere thought of Zartan would bring fear to the mightiest 
     foustine, Kilana."  Kilana turned startled by the voice of her clan 
     leader, Kain.  "I see you have skipped your studies again in favor of 
     abusing a willow tree with your whip."  Kilana picked Zartan up from 
     his sunny rock, placing him in her lap as she took his place.  Pushing 
     her long red braid away from her face she sighed, "I'm sorry, Kain, 
     but I can only study the history of Monic and it's many tragedies so 
     many times before I want to scream.  I know the history, the mistakes, 
     and about the Stone of Goth, Omni Gem and Sangora Scroll.  I'm tired 
     of words.  I want to have a part in making Monic a better place."
     
     "Well, Kilana, plenty of words sure roll off your tongue.  You are a 
     very accomplished warrior, but strength without knowledge can only 
     lead you into trouble."  Kain paused and stared hard at Kilana until 
     he was sure that he had her full attention...then he continued.  "You 
     have been raised as a member of the Reflectionist clan ever since I 
     found you all alone at the age of four.  You will always be a part of 
     this clan and will have the powers of the clan, but maybe it is time 
     that you take a journey and make some discoveries and some learning 
     experiences."
     
     Startled by her leaders words Kilana let Zartan free to chase a 
     flyhopper and stood trying to retain her excitement, "Are you saying I 
     can go on a mission?"  "Yes, on these conditions.  Spartan accompanies 
     you, you must learn something new, if you get into any trouble contact 
     Master Shin of The Great Sentients Clan and you must take this 
     dagger," he replied as he handed her a nine inch dagger with an 
     emerald handle.  Kilana gazed at the dagger for a moment, "I don't 
     know what to say.  Where do I go?"  "You can go any where you want, 
     Kilana.  But let me tell you that I found you outside of the city of 
     Dunnhizigyz, which is supposedly the headquarters of the Kin Shi Tal, 
     a clan of great warriors.  I have always thought that you resemble one 
     of these warriors and your fighting skills are as great as theirs are 
     rumored to be, but remember they are a ruthless clan.  Spartan will 
     meet you at dawn and will have your horses ready."  As he walks away 
     he turn toward Kilana and pauses briefly, "I wish you luck Kilana.  
     Remember Monic is full of surprises and nothing is ever what is 
     seems." He quickly walked away leaving Kilana turning the danger in 
     her hands...