There were so many things, so many visions. She felt 
them flowing out of her in words and song and scraps of 
poetry. It did not matter. The important things were the 
visions.
    A man in silver on the back of a gray horse, a fair 
man lifting aloft his arm and staring in wonder at the 
crystal dragon band that encircled it. A white wolf 
gliding through the snow, turning eyes the color of shadow 
on her. A young woman with golden hair, in a white gown, 
smearing silver blood over her face. A raven gliding with 
widespread wings over the troubled waters of a great bay. 
A glistening sword, ebony with a silver hilt, pitting to 
corruption as she watched. A silver flower growing in a 
green garden. A dancer with golden eyes spinning beneath 
the golden moon. A raging sea, with the sunset sun shining 
through the clouds to, impossibly, cast a calm path of 
light over the tossing waves. A dark green stone, carved 
in the shape of a stalking cat, glistening on a wrist the 
same color as it was. A placid land sparkling beneath a 
winter sunrise. A crystal mountain on the edge of a sea 
aglow with light from some unknown source. An old woman 
smiling up at the four moons. A bleeding man sprawled amid 
blue flowers, at the edge of a clearing holding an altar. 
A dark pool, deep as the heart of forever, encircled by 
fourteen white stones. Dancing gray unicorns. A terrible 
creature, half black boar, half white fox, running through 
a wood, bleeding from a wound high in its side. A dove 
perching with wings spread atop an enormous box carved of 
a single emerald and inlaid with gold. A black tree with 
golden fruit. An evening-blue lake, ringed with trees 
bearing summer-green leaves. The two cracked halves of a 
stone bowl, draining some liquid away into leaf mold. A 
cougar rending apart a young boy. A hill alone under the 
starlight, wrapped in gray mist and pure, unadulterated 
nightingale-song. A bull with glistening white horns 
bowing his head to a slender child. A banner that snapped 
and fluttered in the wind, sometimes flying straight to 
display a black, red-eyed dragon in flight. A ruby cup of 
ruby wine, glistening and deadly. A forest that rode to 
the ends of the world, stained with summer light and the 
shadows of wings. A snowfall over a tree already laden 
with ice crystals. A phoenix rising from its pyre into the 
gaping claws of a falcon. An egg, shining with the rich, 
deep gem-colors of amethyst and emerald, gold and ruby, 
onyx and sapphire. An abandoned eagle's eyrie, the wind 
stirring the edges of the nest mournfully. A pair of 
malevolent dark eyes gazing from between pale branches. A 
stream flowing glittering over golden hills beneath a red 
sun. A sea the color of chalk, heaving slowly. An army 
charging to meet another army composed only of shadows. 
Golden figures waiting on the edge of a hill for news that 
never came. A silver horn winding a call that chilled the 
soul and froze the heart. A unicorn turning at bay, its 
gray eyes and white coat enough to break the heart.