Nihriyra

“Ina ishta sea natin, Aysá. Los calinta ventu ina beraap.”           From the shadows, disembodied voices rippled through the air. Their ancient tongue called to Aysá through the silence of her dreams. “Ventu shan ilia nos gamanda. Hastin eta ventu hastin. Shan sian mana.” They whispered their prophecies of loyalty and betrayal, of war and death. They spoke of the heavens descending, of the blood that would stain the ground and the fate that would befall her. “Shan sian mana.”          Aysá awoke with a start, and fine beads of sweat glistening on her brow. The silk sheets in which