When dawn broke Anneleigh felt more refreshed than she had at any time in her recent life. The heat in the air seemed lessened. The dew on the grass was proof of the return of much needed moisture to the woods. At peace, but understanding the feeling was an illusion created by the softness of life in Argent Glade, Anneleigh sought out Brougan Grote, the elf who had been steward of the town for as long as anyone could remember.
Saturday 25 February 2012
Saturday 11 February 2012
2.05 - Fire Rifts
On the surface, everything in Silverwood appeared as it had 20 years ago. The forest was just as lush and vibrant as it always had been. Yet something lying just under the surface disturbed her. Anneleigh could not put her finger on exactly what had changed but could feel it in the air as she walked from tree to tree deep in the woods. There were fewer animals, to be sure, and those that Anneleigh did come across seemed strange, almost unnatural. There was also a peculiar heat that never truly seemed to dissipate.
Saturday 4 February 2012
2.03 - Specter of Maelforge
“Osteneer is dead?” Catelyn asked when Anneleigh returned to her a few moments later. “This is excellent news. We will have many battles against the Defiants at this place in the coming years, but you will be remembered as the hero who won the first.”
Anneleigh smiled. “Very kind praise for very little work. It was the Vigil, not I, who slain the commander.”
Catelyn nodded and smiled. “You do the work of the Vigil, Anneleigh. The honor goes to you.”
Catelyn’s words were drowned out by a commotion over the nearest ridge. As both elves turned to see what had caused the disturbance, Catelyn spoke.
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