4 November, Twentytseven years after my coming to Carn Dûm.
Highquarters, Morning
I left Bree by horse at midnight, for I had recieved a raven from the mistress; telling me to travel to Nen Harn as fast as I could, for she could make use of my assistance.
The sky was black and thunder roared, and i grinned - for i knew this darkest of nights was not natural. It was the spell of Nalokha, the queen of the north. I dismounted about a hundred meters from the waterfall and aproched by foot. Here, the Hawthorns had gathered, and on the top of the highest rock, in the middle of the waterfall, Nalokha stood. And by her side; Anrianne. The two were fighting ferosiously and I could tell that the hawthorn had the upper hand.
That was when I made my entrance. I walked out of the thick shadows, that now had engulfed the whole scene, and made my presence known. I emidietly started my spell, letting my powers drain and my stamina fade away as i, with all my strength, did what I could for Nalokha. The lackey´s of Emdar, who by the way was nowhere to be seen, attacked me from all sides. I was pierced by arrows, cut by swords and inpaled by spears, and i lost many litres of blood, but the affection towards the queen and the great one kept me on my feet. I was in trance when suddenly I heard a splash of water. I looked up and saw that Nalokha and Anrianne were both gone. Without further ado i lept forward and jumped into the river, but on my way to the edge I caught a glimpse of the father of the house; Emdar, lying dead on one of the rock pillars. And his glossy eyes saw right through me, fixed on something in the distance.
That is the last thing I can remember. I woke up just recently in a bed in the highquarters. I have been fainting now and then and the medics told me I had been near death several times. It has now gone several hours and it would appear as if my condition is stable; allthough I must stay in this bed for at least another week, if I don´t want my wounds to open that is.
The Hawthorns are done for! Nalokha came visiting and told me that both Emdar and Anrianne were both dead. I´m glad, those traitors had it coming and now all that is left of their ´noble´ house is a band of brigands; as useless as a pack of sheep, led by a thirteen-year old girl. I can´t help but to wonder how Bree-land will be under the govern of Nalokha, the red, and the Heirs of Ruin.
