DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ERAGON.
Three
Chapter One: Prologue
On a cool March night, three Elves on pure white horses rode through a valley, each carrying a large pack. One lead, while two followed. The leader, a woman, glanced around, scanning every tree and bush nervously. They rode quietly, and within a few moments they approached a clearing where they had planned to rest. Sadly, they were forced to alter their plans, for when they arrived in the clearing, they discovered a Shade waiting for them, with several soldiers armed with swords and bows. Unprepared for the attack, the Elves tried to flee, but the Shade surrounded them in a ring of fire. Two of the Elves were shot down with arrows, and the leader quickly grabbed the three packs, muttering something in a foreign language, causing the contents of the packs to disappear. The Shade hissed angrily, and bound the Elf woman with a spell.
The king will not be pleased…