[Everdawn]

Strange this mist was. Énien could barely see the road in front of her. The sky too, was darker than usual for daytime. This has never happened before. Nor have I taken this path. Is it possible that this comapny could have at least one day without something happenig? She thought to herself at the same time straning her eyes through the dense fog.

"Bregand" she called. "Are we still on the same road? for it is dense, I cannot be sure of the time of day either." Melliant started to get nervous she was leading him in fear if she rode him he could crush another of the company. Énien placed her hand on the horses face.


Melliant is as dark as black shaddows... perhaps.. if they can all see him, none will get lost. Where did this come from? Énien was now considerably troubled. "Can everyone see Melliant? He is black, darker than the fog, never loose sight of him and we will all be able to stay together."

They travelled on for some miles, the fog growing ever thicker. Now Énien could barely see three feet in front of her. "Calimir, hold Melliant" she called to her fellow elf, who came. He held Melliant as Énien mounted him to try to see what lay ahead. Énien sighed. "Rangar! she called, it is only thicker! the fog goes on for as far as I can see."