Let Us Dance

by Leahdyre

Eiliana has dreamt of elves since she was eight years old. Now 9 years later her dreams are becoming more and more strange. Her destiny is almost upon her and the fate of the whole Empire may rest in her hands. The blood moon is rising, beware! Post IC

1. Prologue

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair - Susan Polis Shutz

Prologue:

Eiliana emerged from the shadows of the forest into a large clearing of soft green grass. Clusters of blue loivissa and black morning glory pushed up from the ground, whilst a giant canopy of liani vine hung from the crumbling roof of an ancient hall. It was a mysterious, magical place, haunting in it's quiet beauty and elegance.

Tialdari Hall, a voice in her head said. She had been here before, laughing and dancing with the fair folk. The ruins were empty now, no sign of their presence remained. A full moon shone clearly, casting a pale white light on the scene before her. The wind danced quietly amongst the branches overhead and a peaceful calm settled upon her. This is a good place, she thought.

A whisper of movement in the corner of her eye and suddenly she was no longer alone. A spark of panic flared up inside her, but it was soon extinguished when she saw who it was.

It was him.

Of course it was him, he always came to her. His black hair almost blue under the light of the moon. His soulfull jade eyes burning with an eery light. He was unaturally beautiful and he moved with the grace of a wolf stalking it's prey. He didn't speak, just took her hand in his and lead her to a clearing in the middle of the ruins. He held her close and hummed a soft tune as they danced under the stars.