Darkness

‘This has come from him?’ asked the old man as he rose, his greying hairs light and flowing, ‘you are certain?’

Thistlemead rose from his sleeping place in the middle of the field. He could still hear the cries of Greyleaf, whom had been tied to a pole in the exact middle of the camp. ‘He will get us all killed,’ he muttered as he came upon the group that had gathered around one of three campfires, ‘a merchant will be strolling down the road; he’ll hear screaming and call for the militia.’

With a curved bow in his hand, he marched through the barren wasteland underneath the mask of darkness the land has given him. Soon, he shifted from being out in the open towards the cover of trees and rocks to hide him from sight. He waited, and his instincts were correct for soon, he had heard voices. Voices he recognized – one was croaky and crisp with age and weariness, whilst the other was simply aggressive and showing strength through even his voice.

It was a cruel night – dark and cold, empty of emotion yet corrupted, and it stabbed Nenusidh’s warm heart like a knife. The land was giving the ranger a message – a rather bitter message at that, that there cannot be mercy. The moon was neither bold nor strong enough to best the cruel skies, and the stars were too few and much covered. The land was covered in darkness, yet despite so, there was a fragment of light within the ranger.

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Undómion leaned back in the chair with one leg swung over the other, one hand with a goblet of wine. He did not feel any form of remorse or feel for his actions towards Ráolor’s work of art. The blind elf had beheaded the statue. Ráolor yelled at him, and even threatened Undómion should he lay hand on the statue again…The blind elf did not seem to care; all he saw was he was trying to make a point clear. Is life really all in statues and jewels? What about being friendship, or marriage, bound to someone forever? What held more worth?

My dearest Cirywen.

The stars are bright tonight as they were when we slept under their warm and comforting glow. I only wish that you could be with me here, in part.

—What do you see, Talgoy? —An odd voice speaks. Its voice doesn’t seems human, being too deep and with a raspy voice. After some seconds, Talgoy responds with a laconic voice.