Author's Note After MUCH delay, I've finally had the chance to post the latest chapter. The beginning of the year has been quite busy...

Content Warnings A lot of death and violence in this chapter. There are also depictions of fire and arson. If you're not prepared to read...

Their journey back to camp was quiet save for her labored breathing. It was nearly impossible to use her injured leg

She stared at the tent’s ceiling after losing hope of getting any sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the fear and worry in the...

She looked everywhere along their path but found no sign of Sarlen or any other elves for that matter.

Content Warnings Mentions/remembrance of trauma; The Elven Language Ma nesi: My apologies She swore she could hear the distant sounds of...

Zahirana followed the familiar trails northward. The Golden Wilds were teeming with the noise of wildlife

The tribe rallied the caravans into a circle and kept the elk harnessed. They waited in silence for the hunters and warriors to return.

Zahirana leaped across the tribe’s perimeter. She raced past wide-eyed elves.

They reached the edge of the ruins but only the trained eye would notice the marble columns beneath the knotted vines.

Behind her, the wooden beams of the caravans creaked. Their cloth awnings rapped like drums in the grasp of the wind.