calamity awaiting to unfold

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The Voice is silent for a long moment before answering. No emotions pass across her face, and yet it should be clear enough from the dull flashing of her eyes that much is going through her mind. "An experiment in...cooperation." She replies vaguely, as Sam knew she would. 'Nothing I can tell you will help you in this. To capture the Prince...it won't be done with words or force. But heart, Sam...that may prove your greatest weapon...and we both know how much of it you have." As for Wessex? The Voice nods. "She is powerful to be sure. But power is not always the way forward." He would have to choose his allies in this carefully, but on that subject, she would say no more. Turning toward him, the Voice softens considerably. "No matter how strong? Surely have no chance?" Though she frowns, there is amusement in it. "We shall never again run. But let us have this conversation later. First, find the Prince." Reaching out to brush her finger against his cheek, the Voice was suddenly gone in a shower of sparks. ~FIN