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The silvery drops of morning dew slowly settled upon the green leaves of spring as the sun began its journey across the heavens.  The coming dawn had painted the sky into a crimson splendour, and a gust of chilly wind entered through the open window and blew across Denholm’s face, which was only partly exposed beneath the grey blanket. Ysle sighed and moaned quietly in her scenic slumber, and her hair was resting all over the pillow like golden strands of wheat upon a field.

The hollow sound of the hooves on the ground echoed as the rider sped through the Wold. Having just left Belfa, Eorran's mind raced to the beloved he left behind. His decision came with a heavy heart, to leave Belfa and join the fight -the real fight- against the enemy of his homeland.

Has anyone wondered why Ceou is the way she is? A generally smooth talker, a crook, a thief, a friend, and a harsh toned brigand, all at once? It was more than likely a result of her upbringing. There was strife, even in the beginning. Ceou was born on a wheat farm amongst the vast plains of Rohan. Her parents were already having difficulties, as they came from two different social classes. Her mother, Celeon, was a very poor woman that lived off the land, just as the rest of her bloodlines. The Leodents (Man-Giant, in Rohirric.