Soul of Shadows

Erelim

This was treason. This was one-hundred-percent, no-doubt-about-it, throw-me-in-jail-for-centuries… treason. And yet, Destiny’s daughter, her own flesh and blood, had begged me to do this, had claimed it was necessary in order for the war to be won. According to Destiny’s latest meeting, wherein she’d declared she was willing to do anything and everything to secure that victory, even if it cost her life, I was simply going the extra mile. Was that not what I was doing? Securing a win, and along with it, a safe place for my family to grow?

I kept my footsteps light as I made my way across the snow, my identity shielded by a cloak that had mysteriously appeared on my bed along with a note reminding me of what I needed to do, and a map leading to the objects I would need to complete said task. I kept walking through the night, all the while the same thought rolled around in my head, now accompanied by a second.

This was definitely treason.

But it was necessary.