Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.
“Nevertheless,” Pashevel said, touching Sonata’s horn, “there’s no sense hurting when help is easily had. Come.” He held out a hand to help Dakkas to his feet. “Mount Sonata and I’ll hand Kashrya up to you.”
Dakkas looked at him, startled. “She agreed to carry me?”
Pashevel nodded as he lifted Kashrya. He looked at Dakkas, struck by a sudden thought. “You have a unicorn?”
Dakkas stood next to Sonata, stroking her neck gently, inhaling the sweet scent of her. “Yes. I – I did, anyhow. I don’t know what’s become of him while I – we…” He could still hear Rebel’s screams and tears filled his eyes.
Sonata swung her head and gently touched Dakkas with her horn, and he felt her permission to mount, felt an assurance that it was all right, that… Startled he took a half step back. “I think she’s trying to tell me that my unicorn is all right, that Rebel is all right…”
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince
Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village
Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first
Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast
Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.
But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?
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