“Soon the disappearance of Magic was too much for us to bear. I am the last of my kind.” 

“Wow,” I said. “Interesting story. But seriously, what or who are the Imagineers?”

“We are the embodiment of imagination. Usually we cannot be sensed. Although wolves do occasionally feel the touch of us and howl to the moon for guidance. Zolonents can sense us as well as anything though. They are the source of our energy. That pile of meat over there is the last of it since by now they are all but extinct. For they only breed on a warm Alista.”

“Alista?” I asked, confused. “What’s that?”

“Ah yes, considering that it’s a very old word I’m not surprised you would not know it. See, an alista is a warm night worthy of a warm fire.”

“OK, but if that is so, why are you still alive?

“Ah, us Imagineers never truly die unless we give up. We just lose energy. The more energy we have, the more weak thoughts are tappable and manipulatable. I was trapped in here and nearly gave up. But you came. Your thoughts were so strong. And your will… I’ve never seen anything like it! It was just strong enough for me to tap into. 

“Was my will really that strong?”

“Was Ahoystein smart?! I mean…”

Read Part 1 here