Prologue
In the mist of night a cloaked person stepped from behind a huge elegant tree holding something tightly to her body. Bright eyes meet hazel and turned away.
The red haired woman starred down at her beautiful emma'asha for the last time. The woman kissed the sleeping baby's marked face and placed her into the arms of the waiting hazel eyed man.
"Must you go?" the man asked with a heavy accent. The only answer was her eyes filling up like a well.
"Please. . . don't tell her." The woman said and handed the Elvhen man a piece of paper and a necklace. The man took it silently and held onto the woman's hands.
"Her name is Arinka Au'tari Mahariel. She was born on the day of Fen'Harel the enansal hour." she said pulling her cloak tighter.
"I will, but only because its you who asks." He said.
"Thank you." she said and turned and walked into the tree.
"Forever I will love you." the man whispered to the wind and turned.
