Xanderian

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(The events of this story take place several months before the events of A Dream of Moonlight, or A Dirge in Red - The humble chronicler of the Stranded Sisters)

It had been many years since Xanderian had last ridden these secret paths along the shoreline near Dol Amroth, but with a hint of memory and her keen eye the blazons were not impossible to find as she made her way down to the secret opening where the Caves of the Avorrim could be found. She made no attempt to hide from the elven sentries and marked them silently as she passed their invisible posts.

Xanderian woke from her sleep with a start, the Chamber of Stars silent and dark around her. She cast aside the silken sheets in the moonlight with a violent flourish, eyes wild, but there was no denying the truth…she was still alone in the large bed, her face wet with tears.

It had been a dream. Just a dream. One of so many. A dream forged from a memory.