A sharp scream of anguish echoed through the halls, a sound elven kin knew all too well, sorrow and pain the purest pain and deepest well of turmoil

The most unimaginable loss that was too common in these dark days ,

Nobody was asleep but their eyes remained shut

The poor princess they must have thought with pity in their hearts for the young maiden

Except one, her lover who ran up the tour half dressed sword in hand, it never crossed his mind the reality of the scream of a pain only a mother knows.

He thought she must be in danger a wicked man in the night must have snuck in through the window to harm her!

He pushed open the door, and immediately the distinct tang of copper hit his tongue

The balcony door was shut… but there she was his beautiful maiden sobbing in her own bedding and gown, sobbing panicking scrambling through the blood as if to find what had been lost…