Two-year old Aethardor, son of Aeruthuil and Ayla.
Aeruthuil runs through the woods, his panting loud in the midst of the night. With a sudden shudder he comes to a halt near a creek. Top of the hill there stood a tree, and a young woman with firy red hair.
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