The grass was tall, nearly up to Cynreade's waist, his hand brushing the top of it as he slowly walked around. The buildings unkept and obviously neglected, though one stood from the rest. A great hall, craftsmanship unlike any other. the doors barricaded and locked. It felt familiar in his heart, though he could not place it in his mind.
He pulled the barricades down, running his hand along the door as he realized where he was. It had been so long, it felt so unfamiliar but it became clear. There was the Emporium, there was the infirmary. "Arrowhaven..." He muttered.
"Yes, Cynraede. It has become quite different, has it not?" She asked, pulling her hood back to reveal her golden hair that seemed to shimmer in the light, her eyes peering at him.
"I do not understand, what has happened? Where is everyone? Have I failed?" He shook his head, clearly confused and worried. His mind focusing on those whom he hadn't seen. The Elf Huntress, Sybri, The Warrior and the one whom weighed heaviest upon his heart. Fairlain. He raised his head, staring back to Alkawen.
"No, quite the contrary. Our mission is completed here. Your's is just beginning Cynrahaede. The horn of your homeland has sounded, it has become occupied by the enemy. You must go, this is your path. They have known your sting in the shadows, go now and let it be known once more. Strike fear into them, make them fear the dawn." She looked to him and spoke with an emotionless tone. Standing before him, looking down to him as he knelt before her.
"I will protect them, blood and steel. We will ride for Osgiliath at once, my lady. I will muster all that I can to aid us. We will retake the city, and hold it." He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Adunabel kicked his boot softly, holding a plate before him as Cynraede sat up from the bedroll, his head tilted as he stared curiously at him. "You okay?"
Cynraede tried to clear the blur from his eyes, nodding quickly. "We cannot tarry here, we must ride for Osgiliath." He spoke as he stood up, turning around and rolling up his bedroll with haste.
Aedicus and Adunabel looked to each other and back to Cynreade with raised brows before his grandfather spoke up. "What did you see lad..."
The hunter paused, looking over his shoulder to them both. " She visited me in my dreams, she warned me. Osgiliath is occupied, we must reclaim it." He turned back to his things and began packing them up.
Adunabel chewed on the edge of his pipe for several moments before looking to Aedicus. "I was craving a good fight I guess..."
