A King and a Father

Adriel Lyndryll and Elwyn Velian laughed and talked together as they strolled through the Silvan Forest.  They were on the way to meet Adriel's uncle Jeriel, who should be on his way home from Wyyss.

"Shouldn't we be seeing the wonderful Prince Jeriel soon?" Elywn asked, tossing her jet-black hair over her shoulder.

Adriel looked at her friend suspiciously, narrowing her blue eyes.  "What do you mean?  Are you making fun?"

Widening her brown eyes innocently, Elwyn smiled sweetly.  "Why would I do that?  He is wonderful."

Adriel was silent.  It was often difficult, if not impossible, to understand the Dark Elf.  They had been friends for years, and Adriel still couldn't comprehend Elwyn.  Probably, she never would.

Elwyn caught Adriel's arm.  "Did you hear that?" she hissed.

Adriel was still, listening.  She heard people in the forest just beyond, blundering around among the trees.  She frowned, confused.  Not even young children would be so clumsy.  "Let's get closer," she murmured.

Elwyn nodded, and the two girls crept through the trees as silently as only Elves can move.  Soon, they were looking into a small clearing where a group of people were approaching a strange building.  Jeriel was with them.  The others appeared to be holding the Prince captive.

As the girls watched in amazement, a door slid open in the wall of the building, and a ramp--like a drawbridge--extended down to the ground.  Jeriel and the strangers mounted this bridge and entered the building.  The ramp retracted behind them and the door closed.  Minutes late, an invasive hum filled the area, and the building--from which this noise seemed to emanate--rose into the air and disappeared into the clouds.

The two girls stared at each other in shock for a moment, then turned as one and ran back towards the palace.

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