Searching... searching... ever searching, it scanned the lands close to Masaoc again and again.
"I must find you, Princess Amethyst," it chanted softly to itself. "I must do my Master's bidding. I must..."
Just as it had for the past fifteen years, it found... nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing...
Something?
Startled, it watched the group of four travelers, who were gathered by the standing stones, even more closely. Ever careful to remain unseen, it watched carefully, cautiously; finally, it caught a hint, the merest hint, of the object of its search.
"But no," it breathed. "It cannot be. It cannot be..."
Confused, frustrated, it turned and quickly left. The travelers continued on their way, blissfully unaware of what had just occurred.