Gone

A low, old voice said, "The Sky-Light... It's gone. The Black-Faeries are escaping again. They request one sacrifice from each Clan." A second, younger one responded,"Impossible! Some only have one member left. This is outrageous." "Yes. There is another clan, they call the Sky-Light... Sun. And the Black-Faeries, Shadow. They are surviving. Not well, but surviving. We need someone to go ask them for help." "But who?" "Our youngest, perhaps. Train them. They will be ready by the time the Black-Faeries come to collect." Now, a new one came-- high, scared. "Some of the other Clans are making Flicker. The Standing, they call them Bonfires. They ask us to help, to bring back Sky-Light with them." The first voice, again: "The Standing?" "No, the other Clans." "What must we do?" "Gather Tall Brown, pieces of them. That is what they need. They need someone to ask the Flicker-Scales to light them, also." "Very well. We will help." "Yes, Elder."