Infamy's Daughter - The Road to Cheydinhal
"The first night away from home is sometimes the worst."
That's what her mother had always told her, and now that she was away from home - perhaps for forever - her words rang in her head like the chapel bells on Sundas. She sniffed, recalling her mother, who'd been burnt up by that horrible monster Alfakyn. "I hate him!" she sobbed. "I hate him! I HATE HIM!"
Artanis dissolved into tears, curling into a tight ball in the boughs of a willow tree. The sounds of crying seemed to echo throughout the quiet of the Blackwood, though the small elfling didn't seem to notice. Mama was dead, Papa was gone, Leyawiin was lost, and she was alone.
After what felt like ages and ages, the wood elf's sobbing finally petered off into wet sniffles and she began to take in her surroundings. The woods had grown dark with the shadows of early evening; faint sunlight peaked through the tree canopy, making weird shapes in the lowlight. Artanis shivered, hugging herself. She was alone and very much lost.