The supposed-to-be joyful celebration of the Bronithe ended up with fear, grief, and rage.
The crowd was in much confusion and turmoil. The women were in panic and the men were starting to fight amongst themselves. Everybody was shaken and hope had left them weak and vulnerable.
Ellaine looked around her and felt the strong terror provoked by the assault. The peace in Lenriad was completely ruined.
“People, let us all calm down and think of a way to survive this.” Queen Aera raised her voice to be heard around Tranjie.
“If the Dark Child is anything like the Dark One, fighting him would be like digging our own graves!” A fair tall man from the crowd said. “Everybody knows that Murdathes are slaves of the Dark One! They are now serving his heir!”
“I knew it! When the Dark One was defeated and the peace was restored, I knew it wouldn’t last!” The woman beside him wept. “The great Virsathen’s sacrifice was for naught! Let us just hide and pray that t
They flew away from Tranjie without assurance of the success of their cause.Ellaine admitted that her plan back at Tranjie was just a result of nerves. She travelled with anxiousness and doubt that they can do it.“They respect you. They think you are some kind of priestess appointed by the holy Virsathen herself.” Finrod told her.“What about you? What do you think about me?”“I don’t think the Virsathen blessed you as priestess. I have a strong feeling that her intention is different.”Fleetingly, she considered Margarette’s plan of going back to Earth. If only the disturbance in Bronithe didn’t come about, she must’ve been having a long rest on her bed back in Dela Paz.But she had things to do in Lenriad. Travelling by air, they passed by the green pastures of the Shiarre Eugoroa. She also saw the pixie forest, so gloomy and silent.Their next destination was Shasta. Margarette said she felt presence of the Murda
“He’s right there!” Margarette pointed at a lone archer’s tower at the end of Elsinore. They ran to the foot of the tower and climbed a wooden ladder. At the top of the tower was Caeruleus, lying on the cold floor dirty and wounded. “Caeruleus!” Ellaine rushed to his aid. She put the lid of her vial near his lips and let him drink. “What happened to you?” “The Murdathes, she tortured me.” He coughed weakly. “Don’t exhaust yourself.” Ellaine said. She instructed Finrod to help her lift Caeruleus. “We already have one of the fragments. Just another one left and we can steal the other one in the Dark Child’s possession.” “You’v
Right at that moment, as they stared back at each other, Ellaine knew that she was and preferred to call herself Inwë. She heard loud grunts of men, clash of swords, explosion of spells, and shouts of pain. The war was she against the Dark Child, the Lenriad troops against the poisonous Noimstre and the Leprechauns, and Margarette with the dragons against Murdathes—a pretty tight match. Inwë guarded her thoughts and closed her mind. She prevented too much of eye movement. That way, Ánië won’t be able to read her thoughts.At the same time, she did all ways possible to read her opponent’s next move. Her psyche travelled out of her conscience and into Ánië’s mind. Several times, she was effectively blocked. But in the end..Right.She quickly grabbed a sword from the ground and deflected Ánië’s attack to her right.“C
Margarette’s interment was attended by all her friends and acquaintances since she was old enough to speak. There were many testaments as to her habits, logic, kindness and principles. There were familiar faces like Feucher, Inwë’s father, and the dragons. All the while, Inwë was grieving. Yes, she knew the truth about her family but why did she have to loose one of them? “That’s alright, child.” Her father Albert said. She found his and Estelel’s voice locked up in a box in Ánië’s tower. It was calling to her and released their voices. Every elf in Skeifaiah has a tree of his/her own there. In time, they will be burie
The alleys were dark and strangely quiet.Ellaine found it hard to figure out her location as she was unfamiliar to the place. The old town looked like it just came from one of those fairytales she so often read about when she was still a child. Yet the atmosphere was intriguing. Street lamps were out, no sign of stray cats and dogs, not a soul to be seen or heard everywhere, and every house on every block were closed as if there were.. deserted. As if the whole town was deserted, if truth be told. “Talking about being alone,” Ellaine said to herself. She had been strolling along the empty streets for quite some time now and eventually, she had completely concluded that she would see no ounce of life even if she turned the whole place up and down.“So now
“Ellaine my dear, do you know what day it is?” Aunt Caroline asked her niece as she flipped sunny-side-up eggs onto the white platter. “It’s Sunday.” Ellaine answered in an unconcerned manner as she helped set the utensils on the table for breakfast. The first let out a chuckle, “Well, naturally! But today’s your birthday, you know.” “I know. So?" The normakity of her everyday just bored Ellaine. She wanted something new. She just wished she could get away from Aunt Caroline and that hiuse that kept her inside. “So?” Aunt Caroline imitated her as she moved away from the stove and to the table, “What do you want to do? Eat out or d
Because Ellaine was running so fast, she didn’t know what went on between the people she left. She really regretted that she even had the idea of leaving the house. She was just so grateful that she could finally go home and rest in bed. Meanwhile just in front of the shop she left, Margarette unabashedly stared at the arrogant man standing proudly in front of her. “You really had the guts to wear that kind of thing here. Only a dumb person can’t see that you are fully armored!” She said in disgust. “That girl didn’t.” He even laid a hand and polished the glinting string of Jades surrounding the neck of his emerald armor. “Oh please, Finrod. Don’t give me that. And don’t bark at every single creature
“Good morning,” Margarette greeted Finrod who had just come out of the guest room. “Want some coffee?”“And what kind of human thing is that?” He said with disgust.“It’s a drink which is usually drunk by usual people on a usual day such as this. Here.” She handed him her personally brewed coffee. “And what happened to your face? You have dark circles below your eyes all of a sudden.”“You don’t have business with my face.” Finrod had spent the whole night tossing left and right on the bed. For several hours he stared at the window, waiting for something peculiar to happen. He fervently wanted to get the damn piece quickly before someone else did. On top of that, he badly wanted to get back to Lenriad.Only the Fates knew how much suffering he had to go through just to locate Margarette’s quarters. He had gone through different routes leading to different countries and yet the witch was just so elusive. Fortunately, he finally found her.“Ahem.” The sur