Hells..... *He thought to himself* How in the name of the Warfather did this happen? *He looked behind him at his younger sister...a sister whom he had barely met a week ago* A -sister-... *he could still scarcely believe the note from councillor Iauron... I do not wish to be the messenger of ill news, but sadly it is my task. Your parents have fallen to the menace, and left your sister alone. Though the council does not approve of your choice to worship Kinul, and indeed would rather she -not- receive instruction from an outcast such as yourself, I feel being restrained from the only relative she has left is a far worse choice. It is my earnest hope that this message finds you quickly so that you may be reunited with your sister as soon as possible. It had taken almost a month for him to receive the letter, and another for him to return home* ...home, bah! *he thought* They decry the Warfather's name, and in the same breath want me to come back, only to remove my sister from their midst...I don't even know her... *he looked back again at the young elf behind him. She was fully -half- his age. He shook his head as she had paused, yet again, to study something in detail and scribble in her book...such a tattered thing too. He had tried to give her another, one that looked less of a shamble of papers than the one she carried, but she only glared at him...deriding him for not understanding...and then launching into a tirade about wanting to go after father's bow...again...She was so strong willed, he sighed, so much like mother...like both of them...his anger flared at being denied their presence. He had been shamed...shamed...because of Kinul's call...a call that he couldn't ...no...wouldn't ignore. Maybe someday after she had grown some more he would take her to look for the bow...Shaking his head he wondered it probably isn't' even there any more, probably picked up by some traveller, or even possibly another elf. He sighed* Aelin'ara? Aelin'ara...what are you looking at?
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