Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

The Altar. Feeling rooted in place, Maegi stared up at the giant rock, taking in its massive shape, its bioluminescent features. This place was dark, like the rest of the woods. . .and yet, it was different: more sacred, less vile. Certainly a vestige of hope amidst the swamp she had traversed to get here.

"A temple. An altar." She tried out the unfamiliar terms on her tongue, then looked up at Miraak. "I. . .don't know those. What is this all for?"

Clearly, it was a supernatural place. The whispers of the gods, so muffled in her dreams, were more distinct and loud than ever before here. She heard her name: Maegi, Maegi, Maegi. . .and the slight murmur that followed, of Melonii.

Maegi had been taught that Meldresi was a powerful wolf, the founder of their woods, but perhaps she was more powerful than she had ever known. Her name--my name, too, the girl thought--echoed through Blackfeather's territory, a ghostly reminder of where they all had come from.