The emerald canopies of the Elven Kingdom began to thin, replaced by the rugged, salt-swept cliffs of the Dusktell province.
Corisande was alone for the first time of her life. She felt a little overwhelmed but she had to steel herself, the road ahead needed it.
Her mother always told her that a time would come when she would need to be incredibly strong. Right now was that time.
Corisande rode the white mare she had bought toward the coast, a pang of guilt tugged at her heart. Speaking of her parents, she couldn't help but imagine her father, King Galadrien, standing on that sunlit balcony, his face etched with a worry that aged his immortal features.
She knew her departure would hurt him. She was his "Cori," the light of the Elven court. But that was exactly the problem.
