posted on Dec, 12 2016 @ 10:43 PM
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Syx addressed a dark demon that had suddenly appeared. "what kind of fools does he take us for?" asked Night Star to anyone who would
listen. A cacophony of voices rose from the confusion of the growing crowd. Evidently, some believed the demon's deceit. Pesky rolled her eyes. "Well
this should be interesting, we are warring amongst ourselves before we even face the true enemies."
Night had learned much from her past teachings from various races besides her own. She knew they would need the most powerful of spells and precision
with the use of weaponry in their battle. She mingled with the wizards, the human feline beings and many others, going over tactics and making sure
that they were in agreement as to how to proceed when the need arose. She scolded those that were foolish enough to believe the dark demon's lies and
made it crystal clear that these were enemies not to be trusted.
Jojopo watched transfixed as Night noticed Taylon, her human/feline lover at the head of his army. He marveled at how she kept her emotions under
control. They were soulmates that seemed destined to be together, yet she knew his people could not accept anyone of a different race into their
bloodlines. Their children must be purebreds, so a union with an Elf and one of their own was not to be. Taylon fought against the rules and
regulations and was willing to do anything in his power to have her by his side. It was Night who resisted out of respect for his people.
The dark demon would return tomorrow. She feared the battle would soon begin and prayed to the great creator that once again, they would rise
victoriously against the evil invading the sacred Shedlands. She was so very proud of how all the inhabitants of light gathered strong and brave where
nothing would stop them but death itself. They would fight with their last breath for the greater cause.
The day was long with meetings and people practicing with the weapons of their choice. Night sharpened the long blade of her silver sword deep in
thought. "My Lady, you need your rest." said the winged wildcat Hugo. She looked up but only for a moment. "I shall. Go now and sleep yourself." He
hesitated, but walked away with the white wolf to find a place of rest."
From close behind, she could feel his presence. Turning, she saw him standing there in all his glory, long hair whipping in the wind and piercing eyes
upon her. "Must we always meet this way, preparing for war?" he asked with the mesmerizing voice she knew so well.
As she stood rising to meet him, he held her arms, refusing to let her go. At first she tried to fight him off, but soon relented and held him close.
He was her first thought in the early hours of morn and the last thought before she drifted off to sleep. He was always a part of her. Their love ran
deep, was enchanting and endless, no matter how many miles had separated them, they were one. Together they walked hand in hand into the shed and hid
together in her room with a blazing fireplace to warm them. They lay in silence as no words were needed this night.