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hopeful.”
“You are wise to see it so, my husband.”
“I have no choice but to view it as such. We have the heir here in our very midst. A piece of the puzzle that we have tried to construct for so many ages is right here with us now. The time is ripe for change and change may mean hardship to some, but we cannot hide in the Heights any longer, lest ‘a fire burst upon our sky’,” he said. “No, we must contribute in any way that we can from now on. I agree with you.”
She walked once more to his side, clasped his hands in hers, and turned him toward her.
Staring resolutely into his eyes, she said, “I feel a stirring in the air. With each breeze, my heart beats faster. The boy sleeps so quietly and yet when I am in his company, there is a palpable energy present that is so obvious and so strong that my skin prickles at the contact. If goodness had a face, it would resemble his, I am certain.”
“Whatever he is destined for, may the First guide him and protect him.”
“May the First guide and protect us all.”
“Come, stand by me,” he said to her, and he reached out his hand and led her to the window. “Do you see the clouds gathering in the south?” he asked, pointing to a darkening in the sky beyond the city. “I have been watching them for two days now and they barely move. They are not being driven by the wind which as you know has been blowing with considerable force, but they approach us nevertheless, albeit very slowly.”
“I had not noticed them before this moment, Treestar,” she responded, her voice riddled with concern.
“I pray that our son returns before they overtake us.”
Elsinestra lifted her hand and pushed the window open fully, allowing the warm air to blow against her luminous face. With her eyes closed, she raised her chin and took in the fragrance that the wind sent her way.
“Something evil advances upon us. Could Seramour be the ‘shore of dreams’? Will we survive this, my darling?” she asked, and she looked upon her husband with tear-filled eyes.
“We will survive. The boy is not ‘like all the rest’. With his aid and the Gem’s light to guide us, we shall not perish. Virtue will prevail against this depraved enemy,” he responded with fervor, and then he turned away from the pane. “Tomorrow will belong to Elion and his offspring, I promise you,” he said, slamming his fist hard upon the table before him. “We will not succumb to those who oppose the earth and all that is righteous and good.”
Treestar paused to calm himself down and gather his wits about him once again, although his blue eyes still blazed with the fire of passion. Elsinestra stood quietly, unable to remember a time when her husband had behaved so tempestuously. She admired his determination and confidence, and she loved the ardor within him.
“Come now, let us ready ourselves for our son’s arrival,” he said at last in an even and soft spoken voice.
With the great book under his arm and his wife’s hand cradled in his own, King Treestar of the southern elves and his beautiful Queen Elsinestra, walked out of the stately room and proceeded toward the city common. Once there, as the thickening clouds gathered ominously on the horizon, they rang the resonant bells of congregation and then waited patiently for the crowds to gather.
In the hushed atmosphere of anticipation that overtook the assembly, they advised the people of all the events that had transpired both within the city and without. Torn between their desire to be honest and their instinct to shelter the people from unnecessary distress, they jubilantly informed them of their brightest hopes for the future, including the heir’s presence in Seramour and the pending arrival of the group from Pardatha.
Cloaking their greatest fears of what yet could be in the garb of remote possibility, they also painstakingly advised their beloved subjects of the conflicts that might yet befall them and the balance of the races.
“You are wise to see it so, my husband.”
“I have no choice but to view it as such. We have the heir here in our very midst. A piece of the puzzle that we have tried to construct for so many ages is right here with us now. The time is ripe for change and change may mean hardship to some, but we cannot hide in the Heights any longer, lest ‘a fire burst upon our sky’,” he said. “No, we must contribute in any way that we can from now on. I agree with you.”
She walked once more to his side, clasped his hands in hers, and turned him toward her.
Staring resolutely into his eyes, she said, “I feel a stirring in the air. With each breeze, my heart beats faster. The boy sleeps so quietly and yet when I am in his company, there is a palpable energy present that is so obvious and so strong that my skin prickles at the contact. If goodness had a face, it would resemble his, I am certain.”
“Whatever he is destined for, may the First guide him and protect him.”
“May the First guide and protect us all.”
“Come, stand by me,” he said to her, and he reached out his hand and led her to the window. “Do you see the clouds gathering in the south?” he asked, pointing to a darkening in the sky beyond the city. “I have been watching them for two days now and they barely move. They are not being driven by the wind which as you know has been blowing with considerable force, but they approach us nevertheless, albeit very slowly.”
“I had not noticed them before this moment, Treestar,” she responded, her voice riddled with concern.
“I pray that our son returns before they overtake us.”
Elsinestra lifted her hand and pushed the window open fully, allowing the warm air to blow against her luminous face. With her eyes closed, she raised her chin and took in the fragrance that the wind sent her way.
“Something evil advances upon us. Could Seramour be the ‘shore of dreams’? Will we survive this, my darling?” she asked, and she looked upon her husband with tear-filled eyes.
“We will survive. The boy is not ‘like all the rest’. With his aid and the Gem’s light to guide us, we shall not perish. Virtue will prevail against this depraved enemy,” he responded with fervor, and then he turned away from the pane. “Tomorrow will belong to Elion and his offspring, I promise you,” he said, slamming his fist hard upon the table before him. “We will not succumb to those who oppose the earth and all that is righteous and good.”
Treestar paused to calm himself down and gather his wits about him once again, although his blue eyes still blazed with the fire of passion. Elsinestra stood quietly, unable to remember a time when her husband had behaved so tempestuously. She admired his determination and confidence, and she loved the ardor within him.
“Come now, let us ready ourselves for our son’s arrival,” he said at last in an even and soft spoken voice.
With the great book under his arm and his wife’s hand cradled in his own, King Treestar of the southern elves and his beautiful Queen Elsinestra, walked out of the stately room and proceeded toward the city common. Once there, as the thickening clouds gathered ominously on the horizon, they rang the resonant bells of congregation and then waited patiently for the crowds to gather.
In the hushed atmosphere of anticipation that overtook the assembly, they advised the people of all the events that had transpired both within the city and without. Torn between their desire to be honest and their instinct to shelter the people from unnecessary distress, they jubilantly informed them of their brightest hopes for the future, including the heir’s presence in Seramour and the pending arrival of the group from Pardatha.
Cloaking their greatest fears of what yet could be in the garb of remote possibility, they also painstakingly advised their beloved subjects of the conflicts that might yet befall them and the balance of the races.
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