Endereth kept her eyes closed as she listened to the dying fire crackling and hissing. She felt the eyes of the wizard bore into her and then pass on to watch Calentoliel.
Although she knew that they were in one of the few safe places unknown to the beast, Ender was restless and uneasy. Carefully turning over to avoid waking Calentoliel, she sighed quietly. Finally, after what seemed to be hours (and it likely was-- the fire had died completely), she heard Radagast step out of his post and retire. After she sensed no waking presence (rangers had a way with knowing who's asleep and who's not... you could say it's a job requirement), Ender slowly stood. Brushing her cloak away from her face, she looked about in the dark of night, hearing nothing but the songs of the crickets in the brush, seeing nothing but the occasional firefly. As one of them flew by, its glow illuminated Ender's vision, and she saw what was around it. Suddenly, a shadow engulfed the light, and just as quickly passed. Ender's heart stopped. No creature would dare to be alone in the forest at this time of night... unless it was the black beast.
Ender's fears worsened when she heard a scratching noise--like claws-- on top of the roof.
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That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
.................William Wordsworth
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