He did not understand the dream; not easily. Nen'tah was only left with the impression of a strange feeling, one that made his chest coil tightly as if mother's milk had soured within his gut.

In the darkness of the den he watched the spirit summon a great number of glowing stones, stones etched with glowing symbols that meant nothing to him but pulsed with an energy he could feel flowing up from the very earth. Nen'tah stood, observing the three doorways with quiet intrigue.

A beautiful sound emanated from the first portal. It was almost like a song, but sung in many different tongues and by many voices, yet none that he recognized; with wide eyes he slowly crept through, finding himself now standing outside the den as if suddenly transported.

The sky loomed dark and heavy, but with every surging chorus, the clouds parted a fraction of an inch.

Nen'tah felt a fire burn from within. He wanted to join them! To make that beautiful sound!

But oh -

He opened his lips, and only the very shyest of Awooos escaped, so soft it almost went unheard.

A single cloud shivered and a thin ray of light peeked through.

It would have to do.