2.10 - Interlude

The next morning, Anneleigh returned to Argent Glade.  After all the unsettling images she saw during the day, she felt sure she would not achieve a truly deep sleep unless she could allow herself to drift off to the sounds of the natural forest.

As she walked into the village, two Glade Guards approached her.

2.09 - Hedgerow Court

There was silence between Maris and Anneleigh while the pair absorbed the full meaning of the vision.    It was Maris who spoke first.

“What we can know for certain is, at least part of this message is prophesied; not yet come to pass.  In your vision, Hylas summoned the treants against Shyla.  This alone is the link between current and future.  Only the Vigil will know if this vision will come to pass?  We must do what we can to prevent it.  Tristan Alecourt has experience with such beings.  Perhaps he can help us learn the truth.

2.08 - Vision Quest

“Sanctum Watch?”  Anneleigh asks, for this outpost is as new to her as Sanctum itself.

Brougan quickly draws up a simple map.  “We know there are watches of Aelfwar here, here and here, so be sure to stick to the path wherever possible. “  Brougan says as he points out areas on the map to avoid.  “It’s important you reach Maris as soon as possible.”

“I understand.” Anneleigh says as she rolls up the map. 

Anneleigh set off east, towards the coast of Silverwood.  She had a vague idea of where she was heading.  The area had been one of cliffs and plateaus when she last had the need to travel there; a rocky coast carved out by ocean currents.  As she topped the crest of the final hill she was started at the development.  There before her stood a towering basilica on a small island off the coast.  A small bridge extended the path from the main land into the village surrounding the structure.  On this side of the divide was the small outpost of Sanctum Watch.

2.07 - The Mirror of Ages

And so, Anneleigh traveled west of Argent Glade, up the slight slope to the Mirror of Ages.  Though it has been twenty years since her time in Silverwood, and several years previous to even that since her last pilgrimage to the holy shrine, the Mirror of Ages had not changed.  Only the presence of the Alefwar displayed the outward signs trouble within.

As she approached the final ridge she found two archers guarding the path towards the inner circle.  If it were not for their uniform, and their obvious attempt at banning all but the Alefwar from this sight, they would be undistinguishable from her kin in Argent Glade.  Beyond them, many more of their fellows were desecrating alters in plain sight.  Anneleigh allowed the anger she felt towards them to flow through her veins.