The Third War
Lowering the Sails

((This is the last chapter of Micah Terwin's backstory. Thank you to all who have read and commented and enjoyed it; it feels good to have it done. The first section can be found here.))
Friend or Foe
Ariel speaks:
It was a not so tranquil day in Tranquillien, Quel’Thalas this day, but then again, it hardly ever is anything but restless since the undead could rally up from the Dead Scar and attack at any given moment. Day, night, Winter’s Veil…the mindless undead don’t go on holiday. I had been making my rounds collecting herbs, dropping off provisions for the less fortunate and giving aid any way I could to my kin as usual. I stopped in Tranquillien to break bread and restock my quiver. I know it’s not the most pleasant of villages in my homeland, but in the center of town are two towering lovely statues of dancers that somehow survived the invasion of the last war. I climbed the ramp of the inn and sat on the upper level ledge for a perfect view of both the town and the dancing marble goddesses. I recognize their stance from the dancing lessons I had as a child. Truly I cannot tell you who they represent, for my own life until the third war had been sheltered by the boundary of my mother’s land and the occasional trips she made to Fairbreeze or Silvermoon, but still, their boundless beauty captured my heart and my imagination.
Shadows of the Past - I
Night had fallen after Zsera’s visit. Their discussion of his dream was still fresh in his mind although nothing was fresher than the dream itself. He sat down within the small hut overlooking the Valley of Strength. It was not a home that most Sindorei would have been caught dead living in for it was Spartan in appearance; there was a bed, a table with chairs, a desk in front of a window. A few mementos sat upon wooden shelves; displayed tabards, honors, worn leather tomes, and a few weapons of sentimental value. There was no lavish furniture, treasures of gold, or displays of magic such as floating shelves or self sweeping brooms; instead of a hawkstrider outside there was a proud Frostwolf howler awarded to him for distinguished service to the Frostwolf Clan.
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By Way of Ending Introduction
Funny how with traveling companions, the longest journey seems to pass so easily.
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