Later that night, Rowan and I lay under the stars, the deck quiet, deserted.
"How long has it been, sir?"
I thought for a moment.
Screams, blood, fire…so much fire. Refugees flooding the streets and being mowed down in the hundreds by arrows, swords, and magic.
That was the last time I had been to the Elven Forests.
"You know? I don't remember." I said, failing to completely hide the quiver in my voice.
If Rowan noticed it, he didn't mention it.
"You must be excited to go home." He said, putting his hands behind his head, and staring up at the sky.
"I am." I replied. "Though not for the reasons you might think. I want to see Master Fereth, and introduce Anna to the grovekeepers, and the forest spirits."
"Have you told her yet?"
"About what?"
"About what will happen when she leaves The Kingdom's borders."
I shook my head. "My master didn't tell me when I left the forest, and it was a learning experience. I'll follow him."
