"No " Bethyl shouted. "Never begin with one That is the Creator." Sandra began again, making sure this time, she said each word correctly. After she said the word, "new, " the dagger began to hum. It began to glow bright violet in color. Though, she could still see Bethyl standing in front of her, she no longer felt his hand on top of hers. The violet color spread to the veins in her right hand. She felt like her hand was on fire She tried to let go of the dagger, but the more she tried, the tighter her fingers grasped it The glow spread to her arm, and made its way through the right side of her body, up to her head, and down to her left side. Finally, it reached the tips of her left hand. Her whole body felt like it was a giant flame. This is Bethyl's tale. Follow him as he guides Sandra on a mysterious journey, full of surprises. I must warn you. When you think you know everything, more surprises come your way. Bethyl is a painter of life, whose world is his canvas. --- Schimba King of the Great Diamond Dragons