Silax looked up contemplated what he had just heard. What were the chances that Yvonne was able to find out details on the clans' abilities just after he had a conversation with her about it?
As he stared into the sky, he could see the second moon, Mawu, begin to peek out from behind Aethel. The sun would soon rise, and as the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, signaling the end of Aethel's dominance, a bittersweet feeling would settle over Artiyaem.
The stolen day would be returned to the year, the rhythm of life would resume, the familiar twenty-eight-day pulse, but the magic of Aethel that defied the regular flow of time would linger, its memory etched deep in the hearts of everyone.
Silax turned his eyes away from the red orb in the sky.
"You want me to believe this just fell in your lap a few days after I asked you about it?"
