Chapter four : Memory

{Eleven Years Later, Corkwell Tavern}
Darrow sat at the far end of the bar, a mug of hot cider in hand. Only two other men were at the bar. The first looked two be some rich lords son, his skin so pale that Darrow highly doubted the boy went outside anytime but night. The other fellow looked like the sort you could expect to find in every tavern outside the kings walled city; tall, buff, angry, and most likely stupid. Behind and to the left of him Mallik, the leader of Darrow’s caravan was engaged in a game of Ton-Pay-Da. A game in which most travelers lost more than they could afford. Mallik was doing badly. The other four at the table had been loading the deck for the past four hands. Darrow sighed and finished off the last of his cider. The first of the four drew another card, smiled, and laid down his hand. “Looks like today isn’t your lucky day friend.” He grinned at his three accomplices. Darrow stood and walk to the table. “Pay and lets go.” Mallik stood, angrily laid the money down, and stomped out of the tavern. The cheat’s leader tipped his hat and gathered up his winnings. Darrow turned and headed for the door. He felt tired, dizzy, the next thing he knew he was falling and the world was dark. When he awoke he was in Malliks wagon. They were moving. Darrow stood slowly there was a quiet humming in his ears something vaguely familiar. Darrow shook his head to try and clear it, to make the noise stop, again he saw the darkness coming. And for a second he thought he heard someone crying.
{Three Days Earlier, Somewhere In The Mountains}
Amber started awake. Something was wrong. Quietly she slipped out of her chamber, careful to make as little sound as possible. The halls where dark; no one would be up. Amber ran her hand over the cold stone of the walls. She could feal a menace. Turning she headed for the stones room. As the door opened she felt a warm breeze waft into the hall. Piles and piles of stone filled the room. Amber hummed a low note and the stone responded echoing her with light and sound. She headed for the door at the end of the room, the door to the Infinity Stone. Someone was already there, the door hadn’t been shut all the way. Amber slide the door open an inch more and entered quickly closing it quietly behind her. The room was dark. The Infinity Stone, a large smooth crystalline orb, held the center of a room that nothing else decorated. Amber couldn’t locate the person in the darkness. She hummed three notes and the room lite up, the stone aglow. Not three feet away stood a little girl, tears stained her face, and her eyes were red.
The child stared. “I am the land that calls the sea.” She whispered “I am the distant night, I am the love that waits for thee, and I am not pain but fright. I lost my way and found a friend hidden among the trees, awaiting the day that I would come and save not him but me...” The stone flickered blue then red. The girl was gone.