“We need the word,” Ferrum said.

“Where are we supposed to get it?” Lurgy asked, her eyes wide as she looked at her large, younger brother.

Ferrum frowned, rubbing his forehead in thought. “Spherule said he knew where the mage was, but he’s so old that I don’t know if we can trust his memory.”

Lurgy shrugged, “Then ask Lithic, she knows almost as much as he does, but isn’t as old.”

“We lost so much when that word was no longer spoken, what if we can’t get it back?” Auric asked.

“Then we make do,” Perma snapped. Auric raised his hands in surrender before his brother could start argument.

“I think we’ll be ok actually,” Strialis said, “We just have to make sure to take care of our littlest sister.”

“Nology?” Ferrum asked.

Strialis nodded, then took a deep breath before answering, “It will never be the same, but she may be able to build something that will eventually mimic the word.”

“So we wait,” Auric said.

Lurgy sighed. “As we always have.”

“And always will,” Ferrum murmured softly.