"Wil, we made her a promise, we have to go, now!" Amberlee was persistent, there would be no party or ceremony in the wake of their victory, at least not now. The

only thing on the elves mind was a rover. The rover they had left behind over 24 hours ago to fight off trolls. Amberlee started to break for the door but found herself

begin to stumble, her time in the Ellcrys had taken a lot out of her.

"Amberlee stop!" Wil yelled grabbing the elf by her upper arm, "You can't even ride right now! You need to wait!"

"Eretria didn't wait when she cut those chains! I'm not going to lose her again!" She pushed the boy off of her and scrambled out the great hall.


Eretria could feel the cold stone wall of the tunnels pressed against her back. How long she had been fighting for? She couldn't tell. She was too dizzy to think, and could

hardly sit up. Though she was a rover, and her combat abilities were uncomparable, Eretria doubted she would live very long. All she felt was cold, her skin was pale to a

nearly white complection. She lay in a puddle of dark red, a combination of her blood and that of the troll carcuses scattered about. Her right arm was broken, and was

stretched limply on the bloodsoaked stone. She was happy though, the gate was unmoved and the tunnels empty. She had served her purpose right? Maybe she

wouldn't go down in history as a hero, but she knew that she would in the minds of her friends. Even now, in her current state, lifting the gate would be impossible. She

was tired, and was ready to let go, closing her eyes one last time.