SAELYNAThe first arrow misses the mark. I draw another and fire. It misses as well, and I kick the bow in frustration. Cyran is doing fine. He's the best at what he does. He nocks the arrow deftly, raises it up to eye level and aims. When he lets it go, it travels twice as fast as mine does, and strikes the red dot on the tree. 'The easiest thing in the world', he says when he sees me watching, 'I wonder why this isn't a sport in Quindar'. I stick my tongue out at him and draw another arrow from the stack on the ground. I try to imitate his adroitness, his stance, but it's hopeless. The arrow misses the red dot and the tree entirely. I curse loudly and toss the bow to the ground. 'Easy now, lest you vex Archon'. Dad emerges from the cottage behind me, his own bow in hand. He is a tall man, too tall for an elf, and he sports a green coat that matches his eyes. He walks down the steps and approaches me, picks up an arrow and nocks it in his bow. 'The key to being a perfect archer, i

CYRANI'm just finished with taking a piss when I notice Caivan leave the hall. Saelyna is awake now, and I hurry to her side, engulfing her in a hug, packing all my relief and joy into that gesture. Her temperature is regulated now, and she even manages a smile. 'How are you feeling?' I ask. 'Like I was attacked by a mage and kept in a storage room', she says dryly, 'You?' 'Same. Except mine was a wolven…two of them in fact'. She chuckles at this and lies back on the bed. I busy myself with shaking the jars and watching the fireflies come alive, lighting the room. 'Tell me, how does their food taste? Do wolvens cook? Or do they eat meat raw as they say?' she asks half-joking. 'Oh, uh…I haven't had anything since we arrived. Didn't want to eat without you, you know. It's…not right'. She stares at me wide-eyed, like I've gone crazy. 'Cyran…' she starts, but I don't let her finish. 'Don't start by pointing fingers at yourself. It's exhausting', I tell her and she purses her lips. Befo

SAELYNAWaking up to seeing Caivan watching me is one thing. Waking up to the wolven that attacked us is another. I don't give a gasp of surprise this time. I kick out with my foot and hit him in the groin, making him yelp in pain. He mutters a curse and actually growls at me before Cyran interferes. 'Step away from her', he says. I see his face contort with amusement before he snatches the knife out of Cyran's hand in a flash. 'You two are absolute fuckers, do you know?' he snaps, one hand on his stomach. Then he hands the knife back to Cyran. 'Good morning', he mutters. 'What are you doing here?' I snap. 'It's kind of my home, so…' 'You attacked us', Cyran fires. 'I admit I get carried away…', he starts, but I don't let him finish. 'You dumped us in a storage hut'. He looks at me, his grey eyes running over my face in one studying arc. 'I'm sorry', he says at last, 'I was being…' He purses his lips, but completes the word, '...stupid'. Then he adds, 'I did carry you in though. I di

SAELYNAThe man that walks into the room has to be at least, six feet tall. All I can think of is the images in the books back at home, the large bestial creatures portrayed as wolvens in their might. Even when human, they retain their characteristics, some remotely, others can be perceived up close. Like this Alpha. Cyran's grip on my hand tightens as he turns those large crimson eyes to us. His hair falls thick on his shoulders, gray as his neatly kept beard. His claws are not retracted like the rest of the pack; they are out, long and easily blending in with his physique and appearance. He feels around for his chair however and I have the idea that he must be blind. 'I must admit, you lot are bigger now. Ten years gone by in a flash…there was a lot happening, either ways', he mutters. 'You. You knew us as well?' Cyran inquires in spite of himself. 'Your parents. They were one of the leaders of the rebellion, and I was their assistant on the wolven front'. 'More like assistant's a

CYRANI'm about to pour my third cup of wine when Saelyna holds my arm and gives me a discouraging look. I marvel at her measure of calm as Veesa and Argell pummels us with details of the rebellion that we did not know. I seriously need more of that stuff, so I bat her hand away and pour my drink. I go over the past few minutes, but none of what Veesa and Argell has said makes sense to me. Or I don't want them to make sense. 'Your father was the strongest elf I've ever known. The best of his clan. Why and how would a group of bumbling deer-genn put him down? I considered this question, just after Edward came to us with news that Xanwed himself had killed Uren, your father'. She had puffed out a thick stream of smoke then. 'We had a very elaborate plan', said Argell, 'It was supposed to bring down the king and take the kingdom from the deer folk. You know of the rexume plants, yes? Well, Uren and Daena offered to help a few of us harness the magic from them, to make our numbers stro