The path to this part of the forest was almost hidden by the undergrowth but you manage to slip through the briars. On the otherside of the thicket there is a still ness only broken by occassional sweet bird calls, insect song and the gentle rustle of leaves. Though even that seems hushed. You look around and realise you can no longer find the way back. Not so much as a thread to indicate your direction. Sighing you shrug to yourself, not caring if you are lost in such serenity.
You walk on and eventually the trees change. No longer eucalyptuses they are mainly old oak trees, heavily laden with ivy and growing close together. These creepers also sprawl across the ground in places, dark green and making the place seem one filled with enchantment.
Eventually you come to a glade or at least a wide circle where the trees do not encroach though the thick canopy still hides the sky, letting through only small shafts of light. Spotted about the edge of this clearing are a few crumbling stones half choked by vines. One seems to call to you and you walk over to it, kneeling to pull back the ivy that has grown around it, a green cradle for the carved block. As you tug the vines away from the marble surface you can see it has been carved with a base relief depicting a unicorn surrounded by seven oval shapes. Tugging vines away from the base you can make out.

The rest of the carving has been broken away and some how you know the story is not continued on any of the other stones here. Gazing at the stone you get the feeling that the ovals represent eggs... and Mahnon means guardian... One of the Pah'llocks told you that you seem to remember... Could the Mahnon's be the Mahnon Pah'llocks?!?
Just sitting beside the stone you feel a sense of tranquility flow around you, nestling you in an embrace of safety.
There is a glint of white in the undergrowth and you rise in disbelief. This entire part of the forest seems alive with majik... could it be?!
"Allanon?!?" You breathe. Could it be her?! After all this time?!
The shape freezed for a moment then hesitantly steps from the cover of the ivy thick trees.

The whiteness of her body seems to glow against the green of the forest as though she is a source of light. At first you truely believe you have found the white mare of legend, then you realise it is a young albino Pah'llock mare who stands before you. She bows her head slightly in greeting.
"Nay I am not Allanon." Her voice is like a sweet chime being struck and is infinately sorrowful. "I am Amya, merely a Mahnon returned from the Web Worlds by Allani's help."
She walks further into the glade, angling around you so as not to get too close. "But this is said to be Allanon's Glade. I don't know how Allani found me but she knew this place had waited for me to come here somehow."
She looks at you with strange pink eyes and you realise she isn't completely Albino, there are two stripes of azure beneath each eye. They, along with her graceful movements, somehow give her a feline nature.
She does not seem to notice your scrutiny... or if she does she ignores it.
"You are lucky to have found your way here, it is naturally hidden... as though the Tir seeks to cradle one of the places of Allanon in safety away from strangers who might not respect it..." She smiles slightly and, though sorrowful, it makes her seem all the more hansome. "The Tir seems to have done the same for me and I am thankful."
She nods to the stone you had knelt beside. "There are several stones like that scattered around the Tir. Each with a part of the Legend of Allanon. Perhaps you'll find more in your travels." She turns.
"Come I will lead you back to the common paths." She steps to one side and walks forwards into the trees, not looking back to see if you follow. You walk along behind keeping a respectful distance feeling a little awkward in the silence that surrounds her.
After a short while she comes to a thick clump of blackberry vines, so tangled barely a rabbit could pass beneath. Once sure that you have kept up she seems to side step through them. Holding your breath and following you find a hidden gap between the thorns which easily allows you to pass through.
On the other side you realise where you are almost near the middle of the forest.
"Here is where I leave you K'zarti." The white mare says softly. "I am, though always welcomed, not comfortable in the presence of my own kin and do not wish to chance across others of my kind." She turns fluidly to go.
"Wait" You call out, remembering what Pahki had called the white Pah'llocki, then almost biting back your tongue for the loud and harshness it sounds in the quiet of the forest. "W..why are you called Tigerblood?"
She stops and looks back, her gentle face suddenly tormented.
"Because I am not of pure Mahnon Pah'llock blood." She cries out disappearing back through the brambles with a leap, her words heavy with pain.
You run the bushes calling after her but cannot find the path again... It seems to have dissappered!
Now Amya has gone the stillness seems to fade, the tranquility disperses and the forest is once more filled with sound, vibrant life and possible danger returning.
From here you can make out the russet maple trees that mark the edge of the Maple hollow, even here you can here the sound of the stream that flows across the glade... And fainter than that you can hear the soft chiming of the leaves of the Crystal tree beyond that, both roughly to the North East if the moss on the trees is accurate. Behind you is an inpenetrable thicket of thorn and briar that no sword nor flame could destroy.