Dusk had arrived when she had entered the Lone-lands. The only company she had been graced with now was naught but her own thoughts. She looked upon the ruined tavern before her and it was none other than the Forsaken Inn. The thought of wandering freely again she had believed would be refreshing. Yet now there was a loneliness in her heart, a deep loneliness. Was she ready for this? Surely she had known that she hadn't belonged in Bree-land.
The evening breeze had begun to wash over her and she continued to stare at the tavern reluctant to enter.
Surrounded by strangers she would be.
She looked down at the single Lilly in her hand and thought of an individual that was far more precious than the flower itself.
She wanted to go back to him.
But it was too late.
There was no turning back now.
