The cold winds from the North ran through her raven black hair, leaving a chill in her heart. Her most beloved ones having sailed; now she was nearly all alone in her quest.
Rildheldiel took her fathers’ sword from the training ground. A cold tear touched and ran down her soft cheek. She would not have despair and fear take over her soul; now was the hardest test of all before her. To go on a journey all alone. Unless things would change until Spring blossoms in the Valley.
The young elf maid started her usual training in the ways her master had told her. Now gone was he, before telling her whether she was ready; how would she know of her skills never tested, would she ever be ready ?
Yet, now there was none of her friends, neither Avarand nor Alazarn to train with her. She missed the laughter of Ilviel most of all.
Never the less, the blue flames in her eyes flickered once again, burning the despair and loneliness behind. She began to whirl the olden blade around her, autumn winds still playing with her hair, the ruby necklace of love and the glimmering pendant of her ancestors residing on her bosom side by side...
