It was still morning when Calentoliel wandered into the forest. She was in search of her horse, Bragoldal, who had disappeared the night before. The cold wind nipped at her skin and blew her black hair in all directions, but Calentoliel did not take notice. She was worried, not only for her horse, but for the others she knew were in peril. She had heard the screams last night, but had not come to help for it was dark, so dark that even her sharp eyes could not find the way. Though she was in doubt, Calentoliel hoped that the victims of whoever attacked them were still alive and that she could help them.
Wrapping her black cloak tightly around her body for warmth, she walked deeper into the forest. Suddenly, a twig snapped from behind her. Quick as lightening, Calentoliel unsheathed her sword as she turned around to find that someone had been following her.
[ August 26, 2002: Message edited by: Brinniel ]
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