Night. A dark forest.
A group of what appears to be people gathered around a woman kneeling on the
ground. Sighing, she brushed her blond hair out of her eyes, and looked up at
the ones assembled. “{There is no doubt. The Bones read that this is a year
when we must look beyond our borders for the Chosen.}” She swept a mess of
bones and rocks into a leather bag and refastened it about her person. As she
stood, a man strode forward, clutching the grip of his bow angrily.
“{We are Elves! We do
not need the help of the wizards in this.}”
“{It is the will of the Gods.}” The woman dismissed his concern, with a negligent sweep of her hand. The Elves around her sighed uneasily. Gods. They play games with the lives of mortals.
“{We accede to the
will of the Oracle. What must be, will be. You and five warriors will leave
tomorrow and go see Dumbledore.}” A male Elf stepped forward, his demeanour
weary.
“{Quyter, this will
turn out for the best, you’ll see, my brother.}” The Oracle stepped forward and
placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“{Who is a chief to
argue with the Gods? The Huntress and the Horned One choose whom they will, you
know that. Of all people, you know that.}” He smiled at her then turned to the
group of Elves standing patiently for his commands. “{We sleep, then tomorrow
at dawn, Tur, Isk, Fer, Sif, }” And he stared steadily at the recalcitrant
warrior who spoke up before, “{And you, Kerast. You will also go with the
Oracle.}” Kerast dropped his gaze sullenly, and nodded. “{Come, this is not a
safe place to sleep.}” The Elves moved out, behind Quyter who made a way for
them through the forest, arranging the warriors to best protect the women and
the young. The Oracle paused a moment, then followed them through the deepening
mists. A voice howled noisily and she shivered, and ran to catch up with the Elves who were steadily walking through
the night.
To be continued...