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The Night of the Silver Light
When bright full Moon steals light from the stars, and paints the
night in silverish greys, the Falcon clan awaits for their Spirit to
visit them.
On
that summer night, there are no bonfires in Tal Methedras. It is the
Night of the Silver Light, when full Moon gives so much light that it
puts a sparkle in our eye.
It
is the night when Tur Morva is filled with humming of the tribal tunes
and rhythmical drumbeats. The young of the tribe come out to play, sing,
and dance for one another. They whirl along the narrow cliff paths for
hours. When the mighty and encompassing Gwenaewen is pleased with their
dancing meditation, She sends falcons flying around Tal Methedras. And
the Spirit and its Tribe rejoice in celebration.
Lilu
The last few weeks have been particularly brutal for young Lilu. She
left familiar Dunland amidst the turmoil. Tensions among the neighboring
Clans were at their height. The Falcon Clan was being slowly corrupted
and no one noticed it. Lilu’s Father, Lheu Brenin, disregarded her
warnings, even though he and the rest of the Clansmen were well aware of
Lilu’s gift. It was like their minds were barred from thinking in any
direction other than the White Hand…
It was the last Night of The Silver Light, when Gwenaewen met Lilu.
She came to the girl with a Raven on her shoulder. Lilu was trying to
summon Gwenaewen for few weeks already, she was trying to seek guidance
from her Spirit.
The drums and humming of the Night’s celebration were filling the air and coating the two.
‘Your
people are in grave danger, Lilu’ Gwenaewen spoke briefly. She lifted
her hand and the Raven landed on it almost immediately, ‘This is Corbin.
He will help you in case if you will need to leave the country’
Lilu’s eyes opened in surprise.
‘Lilu, as you might have suspected, The White Wizard is not
well-intended toward the people in this country. Do not let his
protective claims fool you! He watches you patiently, imposing more
control over the Clans every day. You shall resist it, and help Lheu
Brenin to overcome it’
Corbin circled Lilu two times and landed on her shoulder.
‘Shall the White Hand overcome your clan’s resistance, you must leave
them. Do not tarry a moment longer, for you will aid them only by
escaping in secrecy.’
‘Oh, encompassing Gwenaewen!’ Lilu dropped on her knees folding her
hands in prayer, ‘Do not leave me with my questions unanswered! I beg
you!’ She lamented as Gwenaewen started disappearing in the mist. Lilu
sat down on dewy grass. The humming and drumming stopped a while ago.
The dawn was near, promising a chance for Lilu to help her clansmen, and
menacing with the threat of the enslaving White Hand. Could the Wizard
really be so deceitful?
Corbin made a screeching sound as if confirming her doubts.
Lilu has been on the road ever since. In Eregion, a band of Orcs
ambushed her. She lost her belongings, but managed to escape. They
caught Corbin and lit a fire right away, setting up to cook him. Lilu
could not lose that bird! She fought bravely, and managed to free Corbin
escaping with him into the wooded Trollshaws.
Exhausted from days of travel and malnutrition, she was caught by
Orcs East of Weathertop, and dragged into their camp in Naerost.
Catching her was not easy, though. Lilu incinerated a few Orcs in the
process. Naturally, they have beaten her up until she lost
consciousness. She woke up tied in the Orc camp.
Lilu has never been captured before. It was madly frightening. Her
heart was starting to beat faster and tears filled her green eyes. She
would have better chosen death than a prospect of being tortured by
Orcs. It took all of the strength of a resolute Derudh, but Lilu managed
to regain composure. She tucked away fear into the furthest corner of
her mind, and concentrated on assessing the surroundings. This is when
she felt a feather brush against her hands, tied behind her back.
Another brush. than quiet pecking at the ropes. She knew she had a chance to escape now.
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