The days were growing dark. War was coming to our land.
Freedom as we knew it was soon to be ending, unless a warrior was found who could lead us.
Evil was taking over and soon there would be no peace.
My father, Aerandir, was leader of the elvish people.
He had gathered together the leaders of the dwarves, the men, and the Halflings to decide what must be done.
He had even called upon the wizard, Valandil, for help.
Time was growing short and something had to be done soon.
If an answer was not found all would be lost.
Dain, of the dwarves, was the first to arrive.
Then came Ferdirand, of the Halflings, and Lamiron, of the men
. Valandil arrived last, with news of doom.
As he told of the reign of terror being reeked upon Cadrill, my heart sank.
I knew we were losing this battle but I could not give up hope.
"We are in a fight for our lives, my friends. Far worse than any we have ever fared before.
We must find someone to lead us. We need a warrior to save us," my father said.
"What do you suggest we do? There is no one left in our lands who will lead.
They are all afraid. We have looked everywhere. Where else do we look?" Dain asked.
"We must once again travel outside our world to the outer realm" Valandil said.
"But we have tried that. Each time the person we found has failed," Ferdirand said.
"True, but we have always sent one of us. We should send someone else," Valandil replied.
"Then whom do you have in mind?
Tell us so that we can decide if this person is worthy to be sent," Lamiron asked.
"We send my daughter, Laurial," Aerandir said, as he turned to face me
. "She is the only one who is capable of finding a true warrior."
Rhonda Miller
