Prologue -- Anaiya vs. SphinxThe hot wind howled around Anaiya, whipping sand into her face. She grumbled to herself, hating the miniature rocks even more. Of all the places to crash her ship, she had to crash it into a desert. Her four tails twitched irritably. Sparta, her yellow-spotted black salamander, was hiding safely underneath her translucent cloak."Of all the places to crash my ship," she griped, "it had to be in a blasted desert."She kept her currently angry red eyes trained on the distant city, her long yellow hair full of sand and tangling in the wind. Behind her the wreckage of her spaceship smoked slightly, its image wavering in the desert heat.A particularly harsh gale arose suddenly, and Anaiya was forced to shield her eyes from the sand kicked up. When she opened them again, a strange creature stood before her.It had the body of a golden lion and the wings of an eagle. Instead of a lion's face, however, it had a human face, apparently covered by a black and white grinning mask. Anaiya stood st
Muir WoodsThe trees are hiding behind their misty veil,Tears dripping from their damp leaves.Drops fall on the moss belowAs the trees wonder why they're all alone.They've grown tall to beat out all the rest,But now they're left without a guest.Trapped by their own roots,Forced to stay and ponder behind that misty veil,They cry,Because that's all they can do.