Talia, p. 70

*Several pages have been torn out, some stuffed awkwardly in the back of the journal. This is the next page still intact in the original binding.*

*Written in hastily scrawled writing by an obviously shaking hand.*

Where is Shara! We were out at the Inn when this all started. The fire seemed to come from everywhere at once. I know we escaped, I remember that much… and I remember the very land coming alive with magic. Fire and ice, it all assaulted us, others tossed around by unseen hands… and the dragon.. oh gods… the dragon seemed so real.

We did make it to safety, and others brought me back to Arabel. Shara chose to stay, to help clean up. It was then that the sky itself began to protest. Alive with blue-fire, it streaked and rippled over our heads through the night, seeming to go beyond the horizon. Ciara and Draken offered to take me back out East, but Shara was gone when I arrived. I had no sense of her, and the lights continued overhead. Nowhere felt safe. We returned to the city, and a few were gathered in the market. Most though had chosen to shelter inside. That is where Farshid and I spoke, upstairs, by the fire… the only place I felt a little peace. And the lights stopped. Out the window we could see stars, and it seemed ‘right’ for just that moment.

I don’t know what happened then… darkness… I remember darkness, and screams all around me… suddenly I was outside, calling for help, many rushed past and I followed upstairs. As I opened the door, I felt the darkness on my skin… thick, like tar… it pressed against me, stopping me.. and then it was gone. A dozen were in the room, some armored, a few dead… and in the center, a man with horns. I thought… I thought I knew him, but they said he was the summoner of those… …things… He fled and shouts followed. A strong arm guided me from the crowd and out into the night. The cool air on my skin, I could finally breathe. And then it came again… the darkness, the thick pressing… I ran, until I felt I was free, closing my eyes and pressing my hands to my ears to block the screams, the sounds of battle. I cowered there until it was over. Farshid found me and led me here, to the Traveller… I haven’t slept yet… that refuses to come. Where is she…


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