Readers of the series discover that a Stelladaur is actually a living thing! Each person’s Stelladaur responds to and in harmony with nature in specific ways.
Finding Tir Na Nog: (Reilly takes Norah to meet Sequoran, the mighty talking tree.)
“People often lack the awareness and consciousness that other living creatures enjoy naturally. The energy in the waves is the same energy that’s in both you and me. Most humans have forgotten this, so they don’t really look. They don’t really listen.” (Sequoran)
“But you can always hear the waves talking?” (Reilly)
“Every time I tune in to their frequency.”
“It’s the energy wavelength that communicates understanding from sea to tree. There is a language frequency for communication between all living things. That’s why you can hear me, Reilly. You’re on the tree-to-human frequency.”
Fading Heart: (Reilly assists Quin and the Infusionists to find solutions to mitigate pain and death when their country is under attack.)
The Infusionist continued to add the tally marks and make notations on his paper.
“What can we spare now?” Quin asked the man.
The Infusionist put the quill down on the table and looked up at the magistrate. “With the East Forest under attack, we’ve lost over half of our supply of Arbutus tree bark and spotted red mushrooms. We can only give elixir to those who we are certain will recover with one or two teaspoons full.”
“And the healing ointment?” Quin asked.
“Using what we have now will jeopardize our ability to help those with severe burns in the future, should any be rescued from the bonfire.”
Quin pace the floor as he shook his head. Reilly tried to relax his breathing and adjust to the offensive odor still stinging inside of his nose.
“Sir, may I make another suggestion?”
“What do you recommend?”
“Try to make those who have arrived at the Embassy comfortable. But bring the elixir to those who are still in the East Forest or the Undertunnels. We need to strengthen our front line.”
“This young man is right,” the Infusionist said. “We can give licorice and horehound to those people upstairs who are in pain but not in critical condition. If they will likely die with anything less than two teaspoons of elixir, then we cannot spare it.”
Fraction in Time: (Reilly performs a burial ceremony as his comrades at The Bleak mourn the loss of a friend.)
Reilly waved his hand above the glittering ring. The dust gathered, swirled up, and floated back down to the black earth, where it formed a shallow mound. He took Wyatt from Alex and gingerly laid the boy on top of the sparkling mound.
Using his newfound power to do remarkable things—even create mighty miracles—he scooped a handful of Stardust from the mound and held it over Wyatt’s frozen body. He took a deep breath and blew the dust away from his hand.
The remaining Watchers looked on in sublime amazement as the dust swirled over Wyatt in a beautiful slow-motion dance. When the first miniscule speck touch Wyatt’s body, he vanished.
“Where did he go?” Shay whispered, wiping her tears.
“To a beautiful place,” Reilly replied.
Alex crouched down beside the mound and reached out to touch what remained of the glittery pile. “Dust to dust,” he said.