Aglarari

The doors flung open in a wild display. Marching through the door, a small armored warrior strode in with regal confidence. These halls had no lowly orcs. They were filled with black uruk guards in dutiful watch, far more disciplined than the standard orc kind. The halls were fluttering with slaves, Stout-Axe, Nurnhoth, and others. Near the end of the throne room, under a massive stain glass window, was a flight of stairs guarded by Black Numenorean elites. Atop the stairs was a throne.

A crimson and black dress was adorned on a young girl, barely eleven years of age. She was dressed like dark royalty, wearing a black crown upon her head. Her hair had grown long, neatly brushed back in curled locks. Her skin was white like snow. Her eyes were a dark gold brown. Seated upon a throne far larger than her, she held a sorcerer's scepter in her little hands, gazing out the red stain glass windows in the dark throne room belonging to her father.

She panted heavily, the sword trembling in her hands as sweat and blood dripped off her. The nine year old had never been in so much pain in her life. She looked up, her father shook his head in that calm cold disappointment. "Most of the blood on your body is your own. Child, you need to learn to be ruthless."

She was leaving.

It had been quite the night at the Huntsman and the Stag. Nimraph and Eira had confessed their feelings to each other, only after a cruel joke from Lycaon forced her bitterly silent anger. Lycaon had announced that a drinking game was to be held. On top of this, Eira became reacquainted with another like herself and Nimraph, Goldgel of Harad.

As the three had gathered around the table for the drinking game, a familiar dark presence walked into the inn. Kallan, the bandaged travel, had entered the Huntsman and the Stag. Then...

Then it all happened so fast.

Kalabnalu trekked close by the Greenway. He always kept the road in sight but never walked it. Passing the farming areas, a horse farm, and entering the Wildwood. Trekking the Wildwood, he hoped that perhaps an abandoned cabin, or maybe a small farm, could be found to settle in. Yet, soon enough, traversing the lakeside, he saw hints of civilization.