sanctuary of Illum (Mar 16th 2007) (Prelude to the Dark Fortress)

From the writings of Cire Darb  --Historian --Myths of the Swohs Valley Elders

Then out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his beautiful little Brunette.   He  thought he saw a tear running down her face as she served drinks on the other side of feast.  He got up to go and talk with her—but was interrupted by several dancing girls.  He pushed his way past them making his way around the tables.  He shook away the thought of wanting more to drink.   Sunrise---he thought –she was crying he told himself as if he had almost forgot already.  With his thoughts now clear again –it sunk in to him that they hadn't actually spoken in days.  They just made love and then when he would wake up she would already be gone.   He wandered away from the feast –he couldn't remember which directionSunrise had gone.  He stumbled out into the darkness ---had he had too much to drink?  He couldn't even remember----He headed off toward the lake----to try and clear his mind.   He realized someone was following him---He slowed down a bit---Whoever it was they were not to good at hiding—definitely not a professional killer.   He decided to set a trap for whoever it was.  He stopped at a point that overlooked the lake—it was beautiful.  The moon was full.  He pretended to stumble and faked like he had fallen over a short ledge.  His pursuer ran to the edge and as they did he tripped them up.  It was her---Sunrise---and she was crying still.   He held her in the moonlight and apologized.    "What is wrong" He asked.