Shadows

[Lainelru Mistwielder]

Dagget sat at the table of his home going through the mail he had recieved and not opened for the past three weeks. His mind had been too worried to pay attention to much of anything. Ahamae had not contacted him since her eigth season and he was growing worried about her. It had been so long since he had seen his beloved daughter that he was beginning to forget her voice, the sound of her laughter at his jokes.

His eyes fell upon a scroll as those thoughts went to his mind and he could not help but give a loud hoot. He recognized the seal perfectly. Ahamae had written to him, but how long ago had it been? Carefully he broke the seal and opened the scroll to read what she had to say.

Father,

I know that in a few seasons I will have grown old enough for marriage by your standards. Yet, I have recently found the family of my birth. I discovered my cousin recently and she is beginning to show me the world that I missed as a child. I am not forgetting the ways I was taught, but I have come to the conclusion that with being raised by one tradition and born into another, I now must compromise my life to suit both those families. Tell Falgor I said hello for me. I do not know when I will be coming home again but I am hoping to be soon.

Your daughter,
Ahamae.

Dagget frowned slightly as he re read the letter from his daughter. Compromises, eh?, he thought. He sighed, though, as he read her request for Falgor. The girl would be heart broken again when she found out that yet another of her family, her real family, had been killed.

"It's taken you two weeks to read that?"

The voice of his young daughter made him jump slightly and he turned to look at her. He brightened when he saw her, giving out another loud hoot.

"Blessed Brell, ye've come back tae meh!" He cried, giving her a warm hug as she laughed slightly before sitting down.

"I decided it was time for a visit home. I've not heard the quarrymen sing in years."

Dagget frowned as he looked at her. "What happened tae ye voice, girl?" He said, flopping down into the chair near her. She smiled weakly at him.

"I've changed, father. I have gained allies of many races, and my time away from here has been well spent, but I have changed."

"Ye ain't kiddin'." He scoffed. "Ye used tae have a right proper dwarf voice. Now ye got one o' them high an' mighty tones tae yer voice. Ye been hangin' round too many Elves, girl." He sighed.

"Actually...I've mostly joined forces with humans and dark elves."

Dagget shot to his feet, his eyes wide with outrage. "Ye've been round DELFS?! What's teh matter wi' you, girl? Ain't you got no sense left in yer brain?"

"I have more sense in me now than I did when I first started my journey." She said calmly, for once, not loosing her temper.

Dagget couldn't stop himself from blurting the words angrily out of his mouth. "It was a bloody delf that killed Falgor! An' yer hangin' round with THEIR ilk?"

He regretted it. As soon as he said the words, he knew he had messed up. Ahamae just looked at him with a forelorn expression so heart sickening he wanted to blurt out a thousand appologies. It was too late, though. In his angered state he just stood there, glaring at her as she stood and walked from his home.

Dagget sat down on the chair again in a huff. He needed a drink.
#nosmileys

[Lainelru Mistwielder]

That settled it. Ahamae left her father's house as well as Moradhim. She would write to him in a few weeks, but no longer would she return to Moradhim longer than it took to get a coach somewhere else. Every time she came there to stay a while, she heard more bad news.

What made things worse is the fact that she felt empty. She'd had a moment of grief for her uncle, but it only lasted long enough for her to leave the house. Had she changed so much that she no longer felt for the family she had grown up with?

She arrived in Darvor Manor then and was about to go to Highpass when a dark voice from behind her drew her attention. "Ahamae."

She turned around to look and see who was talking to her, but she could see no one. The sound of tunder racked the sky, lightening streaking across the sky as rain began to fall in a torent of water.

"Yes? Who's there?" She asked, still unable to see anyone despite looking twice as hard.

"My name is not important right now. All you need to know is that you are no longer...insignificant."

Ahamae grew nervous. The voice was dark, deep, and held the ring of a dark elf. Yet she saw no dark elf there.
"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Be quiet, wench, and listen!" He snarled. "You dream a vision each night you sleep. You know of the one I speak of. Your dream will hold some truth to it in the end. I will speak with you again at a later date, but until then, do not forget that you are always being watched."

She shivered. "Who are you?!" She cried, frustrated and nervous. No answer came. She left Darvor Manor as fast as she possibly could. She did not recognize the voice. Nor did she know how he knew her name. What did he want with her? How did he know of her dream? She had told no one of that nightmare.

Once in Highpass she sent out an urgent missive to her cousin, Chevonne, saying she needed an ear to talk to as quickly as was possible and putting it as a five star emergency letter to be delivered as soon as the carrier could. With that done, she made her way to Freeport to try and hide herself for a while.

[chevonne]

:: a messanger rushes into halas looking very tired indeed. and starts to shout ::

" CHEVONNE NAKADOMA.....URGENT MESSAGE FOR CHEVONNE NAKADOMA....URGENT MESS..."

:: chevonne nearly falls over cause she was standing right beside him when he started shouting ::

" i am chevonne nakadoma"

" oh good here is an urgent message, paid for already, thank you very much " :: he hands her a missive and heads back to the coachman ::

:: chevonne reads the missive and quickly heads to the coachman to go and find her cousin. she thinks to herself something really bad must have happened for such a message. ::

[Lainelru Mistwielder]

Fizgig had traveled for days and as quickly as he could, following the scent his master had told him to find. When he finally found the other female, he had to pounce on her to get her attention.

The female took the note after pushing him off with a giggle and read it carefully.

Chevonne, I have returned to halas and will wait for you there in our home. I must speak with you, but it must be private, for I do not want the others to worry.

Fizgig looked up at the shamaness and waited until she nodded her head before he began leading the way back to halas.

[chevonne]

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