Clutched in her fingers was a pulsing light, silvery and bright. "What is it?" I asked, halting just beyond reach. "A flower," the crone crooned, but I knew it wasn't. "A flower for Lily." She opened her hand and drove the light against my forehead. It burned worse than fire, and my eyes were filled with a blinding light as it struck me." --------------------------------------------------------- Lily isn't important; in fact, almost nobody remembers...