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Chapter 8
Kanatasulo
"They will run wild and free now upon the plains," Karanisuri said watching Ramaphino prance about with the other horses that were just freed with my own horse was among them.
"It is a bitter drink to swallow," I said at last. Karanisuri turned to me with tears coming down her cheeks. We were echoes of each other with the silent cries in our hearts and our free falling tears. She rubbed my cheek with her hand to wipe away the tears but there was not stopping them. My tears were rivers and streams upon my cheeks.
"Sulo, let us go. We have one last meeting with Elwë," Karanisuri said taking my hand and leading me away. The other Palar-e-Rokasta were still saying their goodbyes and their faces echoed ours. Tears and cries of sorrow carried among the gathered Quendi as each tried to comfort each other. We left the area of the paddock and open plains and slipped into Lower Minmbar. Families stood there chatting, preparing meals, and doing last minute packing and trading. You could not readily tell who was staying and who was leaving as both people lingered among Lower Minmbar.
We weaved through the Quendi making our way towards uur destination was that of the Council Lodge in Upper Minmbar. We followed a group of people along the steep hillside of the cliff. Few were descending to Lower Minmbar and most were making their way up. The Council Lodge was the first building that you would see once you got on top of the cliff. The rest of the town sat in back of it.
We entered the largest building through the middle door. Elwë stood before the center fire looking thoughtful with only Elwë's sibling Olwë stood next to him. Elwë stood slightly taller and more broad shouldered compared to his younger brother. Olwë's silver hair and more slender form stood out but one look at their facial features and you knew they were related. Elwë turned to face us as we entered.
"Karanisuri, Kanatasulo," Elwë said in greeting.
"Bova Elwë," Karanisuri said with an easy smile on her face. Suri looked light hearted compared to the serious expression on Elwë's face. Tarakano entered the building coming to Suri's side. He was followed by several members of the Tir-e-Twaina.
"Is all made ready?"
"The Palar-e-Rokasta are still saying their goodbyes," I answered.
"The Tatyar have already left us…" Elwë murmured looking slightly distraught. Pity welled up in my heart for Elwë had been given the hard task of shepherding the Nelyar. He had quickly appointed leaders to help delegate the tasks and lead smaller groups.
"Yes but they are not far ahead. It is only half a rising of the Wolf as it stands right now and will only be a full rising for our group. That is, not far ahead. We have already told the Palar-e-Rokasta that their goodbyes are to be done with the Wolf is at its peak and to meet us at Speaking Rock. Otherwise, they will be left to follow your group," Karanisuri said.
"That does make sense. Are there any children traveling with the Tir-e-Twaina and Palar-e-Rokasta? I am concerned for their well being..."
"The children will be well Elwë for that is what families are for. These children that will travel with us know what it means to travel among the forests and plains. I would be more concerned over your group however as those children have grown up in the towns namely. I would suggest that all Quendi keep an eye out for children for it is easy to get lost in the forest," Tarakano said.
"Brother, do not keep worrying over so much," Olwë said placing a hand on his Elwë's shoulder. Olwë's gaze was stern on his older brother but Elwë just ignored it.
"I want to make sure of the safety of our people brother..." Elwë's expression was harsh as he said this.
"Which is why you have all of us to help," Elmo said as he stepped into the lodge. He stood by his elder brother's side looking a mirror except for his silver hair.
"Is that not why you appointed various leaders to help lead? You have the support of your appointed leaders like Kanatasulo, Karanisuri, Tarakano, and do not forget your family. Is that not why you arranged that we will be looking after smaller groups following you? Is that not why Olwen and I am marching alongside you? We have done as much preparation as we could so rest your heart," Olwë said.
"We will all have our hands full. Be hearkened Elwë you have family to help for my own family will be among your group. They will gladly help you in all that they can so do not be afraid to call upon them," Tarakano said.
"I am grateful that you have chosen to lead the first few groups to lead. We have spent as much time preparing for this journey but it will not be easy," Elwë said turning to face Karanisuri, Tarakano, and I.
"No one said it was easy, but that is why we are to go first to help smooth the way for you," I said. There is laughter at this.
"I wish they would have taken the Quendi with the method they took us first," Elwë grumbled giving knowing looks to Karanisuri and Tarakano.
"I am sure they have their reasons even if we do not understand them. Ah, the others come now," Karanisuri said. The other leaders filed into the Council Lodge and filling it. There were some who had gone to Aman but the bulk of the group were those who did not. I did not know all of the leaders personally though many were names I was familiar with. I will not bore you with the names of the leaders and those who served as speakers for them.
The first group to leave would be most of those who had been of the Tir-e-Twaina and Palar-e-Rokasta. It was not because of our bravery but due to many other factors. Foremost was our knowledge in tracking but also our own strength. The first group would follow the Tatyar and would run back to give any messages to Elwë's main group. His family had taken upon themselves the task of helping to guiding the group. It sounded more like guiding a herd especially as many families were not used to the traveling. This last meeting with all the leaders gathered was more a formality and a reminder of our plans. It both serious and joyful. It was not long before we were all dismissed.
"May the Stars and Ilúvatar watch over you all," Elwë concluded at the end. Tarakano left with Karanisuri and I making our way to our family home. Liraiwë was making our last meal at our home with food we could not take with us. The ones staying behind, Abari, we called them, would get to enjoy these pleasures.
"I am glad I will not get a chance to see Minmbar so empty," Karanisuri said at last.
"That sight would not be pleasant," I said.
'I am ever grateful I will be among the first to leave,' I thought to myself.
Cwîlneno greeted us at the end of the lane that turned into my childhood home. He stood out brightly among the Quendi bustling about.
"You have made great timing for Liraiwë is just done with the meal," Cwîlneno said with a sheepish grin.
"That look means you must have helped, I hope that one can eat it?" I tease my little brother.
"Liraiwë insisted it is. I would say Tankatiro but he eats just about anything," Cwîlneno admitted.
"Yes, I do recall he ate a slug at one point," Karanisuri said with laughter. Cwîlneno had the chargin to blush at the reminder of the incident.
"No slugs in the food I hope?"
"No but maybe I shall sneak some into Tankatiro's pack," Cwîlneno said laughing as continued down the street. Thankfully it was not far, the third house on the right. A few dark haired children run out of the house next door to ours and my heart twinges at the sight.
'They are no longer there,' I told myself firmly before entering our home. Liraiwë leaned over the main fire with her red hair carefully tied back. She began to serve food from the container over the main fire and the two smaller ones next to it into the bowls. Karanisuri kneeled beside Liraiwë a mirror image delicateness versus muscles. Tankatiro kneeled looking every bit of a boulder and waited with his hands cupped underneath his bowl. His eyes were bright with hunger.
"I am glad you are all here for the food to be hot," Liraiwë said with a bright smile.
"It will be better than the trail portions we all will be living on for a while," I said with a sniff and there was murmurs of agreement all around. We ate in quiet at first.
"I am almost tempted to not clean up," Liraiwë said and Karanisuri burst into laughter.
"It would not be pleasant for those who will come after here," Cwîlneno said quietly before taking a bite.
"No one may live here after this rising," Liraiwë said her expression turning mournful.
"Are the Trees not enough to dream of," Karanisuri asked?
"They are from your memories…I am sorry. I am just desiring for our family to be whole," Liraiwë said. Karanisuri threw her arm around Liraiwë hugging her close before she returned to her food.
"We will be upon the shores of Aman," I said hiding my own misgivings. As much as I dream of the memories Karanisuri had shared with me I wonder with the journey being so long will we make it? There were so many questions for us to have answered and waiting to get to Aman for it not what I wanted. I glanced at Cwîlneno, quiet, thoughtful Cwîlneno. My youngest brother was most unlike me. Cwîlneno glanced at me his eyes so like mine but perceiving so much more, eyes just like Ammë's.
"The journey will be long and we will probably be slow upon the path. We have much to learn," Cwîlneno said.
"Ai, ai! Who would have thought Kanatasulo more ready for adventure than I," Tankatiro laughed his voice booming into the quiet.
"Oh shush, eat your food little brother," Karanisuri said and smacked her lips mockingly.
"Bad manners all of you! Ammë will be most displeased with us! I fear when she finds out how bad of an influence we are Suri," I said. Karanisuri bobbed her head at this and gave a small laugh.
"Suri would never tell on us," Tankatiro said.
"Ha! That is, what you think little brother," I said.
"Do not turn them against me Sulo or I will make sure to hide slugs and bugs in your bed," Karanisuri said with a grin before standing up and going to the wash basin.
"Please remember what you all promised Ammë," I said reminded them of their solemn promise to follow Karanisuri's and I's words. Soft sighs and little laughter and our meal had ended with only the washing of dishes left. There was no song sung as well all helped to clean up and dry. The silence belonged to the action of mourning and deep it was. We packed our dishes in our packs. I was the quickest to pack and to slip the straps over my shoulders. The weight was miniscule compared to the emotional weight of my own heart.
"Such a clever pack," Karanisuri murmured as she rolled up the long fur skin that turned into a pack. It was a delightful creation of the Tatyar that would make traveling easier. It doubled as a pack. Karanisuri wrapped the strap around it and slid the piece of leather through a notch at the top of the pack and fastening it shut. She swung the pack and settled the leather straps onto her shoulders. She reached around and fastened her bow to the pack before fastening her quiver to her waist.
"Are we ready for this?" I glanced around my childhood home where my all to grown up siblings stood there all packed and ready to leave. There was sighs and nods as an answer to my question. I leave first followed closely by Karanisuri and her husband.
"We will never return here again," Cwîlneno said quietly from behind as we marched through the streets to the meeting points.
"There is truth to this but adventure awaits," Tankatiro replied.
"We will have a new home and we will build it together," Liraiwë said being her sweet and cheerful self. The voices of my family seem loud in the quiet streets as we continued down one lane and took another. We arrived quickly at the end of Upper Minmbar and the others were already waiting.
Karanisuri and Tarakano made their way through the crowds towards the Speaking Rock. They climbed it together looking so different from when Grandfather and Grandmother would stand upon the Speaking Rock. It was paleness and gold versus color and life or better to say it was like starlight versus the land itself. Their eyes search through the crowd of Tir-e-Twaina and Palar-e-Rokasta.
"Bova," Karanisuri shouted to the crowd. Quendi shouted greetings back at Karanisuri and people began to hush. My siblings and I made our way towards where Karanisuri and Tarakano would lead the Quendi.
"Bova," Tarakano said as the crowd became quiet.
"Bova!" The crowd shouted together as one before becoming hushed.
"We are leaving upon a journey which will take many long Seasons to complete. We will not have a home to make for a long time but in our history, our time, as Tir-e-Twaina and Palar-e-Rokasta we have made our home under stars and trees," Karanisuri spoke up first her voice
"We ask of you all to hold to hope and dare not give up in the face of what is to come. My family, my friends, my fellow Quendi, dream of the peace that will come at journey's end where weary hearts can mend. Help each other, watch out for each other, seek out the new but do not stray to far from the group for we must keep going forth," Tarakano said.
"Are we ready," Karanisuri asked?
"Yes!" Several Quendi shouted from the crowd and there was shouts of excitement and other agreements.
"Well, lead us on! Forth we go underneath star and tree," someone shouted. Karanisuri smiled serenely at them before descending from the Speaking Rock with Tarakano. The two of them started walking in the direction the Minyar and the Tatyar had left. My family followed closely behind and the crowd seemed to surge all about for a moment.
It was very clear the passage of the other two clans. Karanisuri and her husband were no longer leading but we settled a bit more forward from the center of the main group. The Quendi were cheerful at this point, laughing, talking, and singing songs in clear voices. A few Quendi here and there had small pipes out that they played on as they walked.
We spent most of our time on the move only stopping for brief rests. The few children that traveled with us often ended up in the arms of their parents. The ones who were too old to be carried but too young to have grown into their strength was the reason for the rests. We marched like this only stopping for half a rising of the Hunter to sleep. We never saw Elwë's group except once when the trees gave way to wide open glen. The rising of the Wolf and his descent was one that became countless as we marched onward beneath the trees and sometimes under the stars.
We never saw the Tatyar or the Minyar except briefly in the distance when the forest would open to a wide open plain. I was leading at the front and Karanisuri was a little more towards the middle with our siblings. Tarakano was all the way at the back of our marching group. I rarely saw my sister's husband these days. One rising we changed a small group of the Tatyar. It was a very sudden meeting as they were sitting at the edge of the forest that we were just leaving for open skies.
"Bova," shouted a ner among our group in greeting.
"Bova!" The reply was small from this group of Tatyar.
"What is wrong? Why are you not with the others," I asked coming close to them? I glanced at the weary and wane faces among them. Several appeared to be family members, others couples, though a few looked to be alone.
"We are afraid," a small voice of a nes stuttered out in response. She looked pale even for a Tatyar. She clutched at a ner's clothing as she said this.
"Go see for yourselves and perhaps you too will want to turn back," said a ner holding the nes close. He looked upon us defiantly as if we should challenge his ruling.
"Well, we are not afraid," cried out one among our group in the back.
"Then, go and see for yourselves," the ner from the other group said with a harsh glare at all of us.
"Sulo!" Karanisuri ran through the group and stopped short in front of the Tatyar.
"I see. You have chosen to become Abari…"
"You would too if you had seen what we have seen," the ner challenged in a harsh voice. His expression was fierce as he stared down Karanisuri. Karanisuri just threw her head back and laughed. There was an echo in her laugh, an echo as if there was someone else laughing with her.
"Is our words not enough of peace and healing? Is not our dreams enough to dwell in a land where our children can know the Light? If you desire to linger here then that is your choice. Come let us go," Karanisuri said calling for the others to follow her. Our group parted around the Tatyar like the Tatyar group was a giant rock sticking out in the river. The Nelyar could not help but glance at the Tatyar. The Tatyar either glared at us or continued to look wane and fearful.
"I will tell you so when you come back," the same challenging ner shouted after Karanisuri. Karanisuri again laughed and skipped forward merrily. She burst into a merry song about traveling as she darted forth. She spun briefly to face me and waved. The light in her eyes was incredibly bright and I was reminded once again how my sister had changed from her trip. I ran to catch up with my merry sister who darted back and forth with energy.
"I envy your fearlessness," I said to her when she finished singing.
"I would not say that I am fearless but I desire to go back to Aman. I want to see those Two Trees again," Karanisuri said.
"They are beautiful from your memories…"
"Use what you recall of my memories to hold hope in your heart," Karanisuri said before singing again. She took to singing several songs and leading the others in song as we marched onwards. We passed a few other smaller groups of Tatyar who had turned back but there was not one member of the Minyar among them. The Wolf was high in the sky when we saw what the Tatyar feared. Karanisuri did not stop but continued to march on even as we Nelyar looked on in awe and fear. We kept walking briefly skirting around it like the Tatyar and Minyar who had come before us.
The land was in ruins. There was barely any new growth here and there but it looked as if a fire had run through the forest. As much as it appeared to be the result of a wildfire there was as much differences as similarities. Trees stood blackened and charred and their branches laid bared with not a spot of green to be found among them. Other trees appeared to be knocked down or struck by lightning. There was a part of the land that seemed to be pushed up, trees, rocks, and all into a large hill. Rocks were shattered and thrown about and the very land itself was ripped up and deep craters. Small flowers and other plants were only just beginning to grow. The trees, the rocks, all of it was twisted in an unnatural way. No animal was to be seen though there were bones of various animals lying about. There was a deep silence that had seemed to settle in the very land itself. The only sound to be heard was the soft crunching of dirt as the Quendi trailed on.
The silence of the land seemed to settle into our very souls and we did not want to continue on any longer. All Quendi knew that this was the direction of the fight that took place long ago. Around me the Nelyar begin to grow pale in face and their steps began to falter. Karanisuri stopped far ahead of us and she paused. She turned her head one way and then the other before once again she turned towards our group. Karanisuri carefully cupped her hands over her mouth to make her voice become louder.
"Hearken to me and remember our purpose! Do not lose hope and forsake not this journey for remember they fought for us, to save us," Karanisuri said and then to my surprise she Sang a Song. It was a Song of Power but one that evoked emotions of hope, of love, and bold spirit. I could see in that moment that Karanisuri had become a little more, a little different from the average Quendi. There was Power here in her. As Karanisuri Sang her Song any fear that I felt drifted away like the wind that stirred our hair. Her Song continued and it empowered me to march on. The others and I found ourselves going on.
Courage beat in our hearts that drove us to continue to skirt along the destroyed landscape. The fights and rage of the Ayanūz that marred the landscape? That was nothing compared to the hope and dreams. If they could do this to the landscape what could they do to us? What could they have done to Aman and yet they did not...that realization in my heart encouraged me more than my younger sister's Song ever did.
I did not see my sister as our group marched onwards. The landscape remained in its blackened and eerie state for several risings of the Wolf. The neri and nesi did there best to fill the void of silence that the shattered remains of the landscape carried. Our path finally veered away from the blackened landscape and into open plains. Relief was the foremost upon seeing a whole, unravaged expanse and it was furthered felt when the blackened land disappeared from our view.
Much to the joy of all three clans, we met on these open and fertile land where waters ran freely by river and stream. They had stopped for Arōmēz had left to deal with matters that concern the Ayanūz, whatever they might be. We lingered there and Elwë's group began to catch up to us. News carried fast that some of the Nelyar had turned back as well over the ruined landscape especially in fear of the Ayanūz.
Our time there was spent joyfully as if it was one giant Great Gathering, filled with hunting, music, and preparation for when we would next leave. It became easy to lose track of time as fair weather followed us except for at times the lightest of rains. Arōmēz returned and we all followed again. This was how our time began to pass, marching onwards and stopping when Arōmēz left us to attend to matters. Occasionally we were slow as spent time learning of the new plant life and exploring our surroundings. There were times when we stopped while Arōmēz was still leading for we needed to replenish our food supplies.
Am I boring you yet? You would think that the journey from our home was an incredible and it was. In the same manner it was like repetition that such stories became old, as new experience melted into another new experience becoming as countless as the Stars. There was no new births though there was a few marriages.
We sat down with our family after Ingwë's marriage ceremony with a Minyar nes Asmalyë. He was the only one of our close family who had found love along the way. It was also one of the few times that we got together as an entire family. Karanisuri, Tarakano, and I, were often in meetings with the other leaders of the Great Migration.
"What do you think of Arōmēz's new name for us," Ingwë asked those of gathered. There was no mat to serve food and it was a meager feast of roots, berries, and meat.
"I think Eldali is a lovely name," Asmalyë said picking at the fruit in her bowl.
"At least we are not Abari," Finwë said with a slight smirk on his face. It dimmed the light in his eyes.
"We did not refuse, this is true, but is Eldali the proper name for us," Karanisuri wondered out loud with her face upturned to the stars. I could not tell what she was thinking from the quick glance that I gave her way.
"We are not the only Speakers now," Elwë said.
"We love do love the Stars," Finwë said looking at my sister.
"We love the Stars but we also love the waters and the forests," Karanisuri said and shrugs.
"Perhaps cousin you could think of it this way, we are Eldali for the sake of choosing light," Ingwë said.
"That is a beautiful way to put it Ingwë. We have chosen to go towards the light and not dwell in the darkness of our previous home. This does negate us as three clans, just like calling ourselves Quendi never negated our clan identity," Asmalyë said.
"There is much truth to this," Elwë said humming to himself. Karanisuri remained silent at the comments.
"Are we truly separating ourselves from those we have left behind," Cwîlneno asked? His question startled the group. Asmalyë looked thoughtful before glancing over at Ingwë.
"It is a separation either way, we left and they stayed. Even if we were to be reunited by chance the changes between our people will have been great. We still sit at the feet of the Ayanūz and learn so much more and faster than our kin, the Abari, who stayed behind to dwell in the shadows," Ingwë said.
"I pray that our pride will not in the way of such meeting," Karanisuri muttered to herself. Tarakano squeezed her hand in reply.
"The meeting between two sundered kins would be most curious," Asmalyë said. A silence fell upon us as we all digested her words in thought.
"We will have different wisdoms and much to learn from each other," Elwë said at last causing Finwë to scoff.
"We will have learned from the Ayanūz themselves. What could Abari who never spoke with the Ayanūz teach us?"
"Peace Finwë," Elwë said holding up a hand. "We may never meet with the Abari again. Let us not speak of such unpleasant topics. I have ordered the Nelyar to already begin preparation for when Arōmēz returns. They found a new source of honey and are hoping to use it for some time to come…"
The talk from there descended into bee-keeping and hoping that Arōmēz would take his time. They was a desire to preserve some of the foods that were found locally in the honey itself despite the debate of the weight of the preserves. Debate was common among the three leaders of the clans with the other leaders interrupting with their own thoughts about certain matters. Karanisuri was often the loudest voice among the other leaders though I think it has much to do with her shared experiences with the clan leaders.
I am not sure how many Seasons we spent traveling for the weather always seemed to be fair. It was easy to lose track of time when we spent part of our time under a thick forest canopy. All the children had grown into adults by the time we once again found wide open plains. It left an ache in my heart to see the open plains and not have a horse. I wanted to race across the plains with my siblings again. The forest that flowed along the banks of this large river was enough to stir the memories of the other Nelyar.
Some would say we tarried out of fear but it was not so. We lingered on the east bank of the river that would later be called the Anduin the Great, for love and memories. Elwë and the others who went to Aman, did not even urge us at first. They haunted the plains and the forests with the rest of us. It took us some time before we finally crossed the great river. We followed the old paths of the Minyar and Tatyar until we reached the foothills of the mountains.
The first sight of them was nearly as frightening as the destruction of the forests. The mountains drew themselves high into the sky but I could not see the top. Clouds cloaked them from our sight and fog spilled down from it.
"It is better to stop here until the others have caught up," Karanisuri said. Her expression was drawn with worry.
"Are you going to consult with Olwë," a ner asked.
"Yes. I am worried over this development. It is clear that the Minyar and Tatyar went this way…" Karanisuri said glancing from side to side. We waited and broke our fast. Soon more Nelyar appeared and they began to whisper among themselves.
"Look at those mountains…" they would say with an undercurrent of fear. Karanisuri approached me soon after and pulled me to to where she had gathered neri and nesi.
"There is fear going through our people. Let us make merry with music and distract them from their worries."
"That is a wonderful idea Karanisuri," agreed a nes. The other Quendi quickly agreed and dispersed. Karanisuri stood there still looking worried.
"Suri, what is wrong," I ask her?
"I am worried over these mountains, the trail, and how the other Tatyar will react. It has been a struggle to get this far. I know there will be voices who will rise against going further," Karanisuri said.
"Do not worry Suri, we have relations with the other clans and it will surely win out over fear," I assure her.
"Yes that will be but how many will stay behind and how long till we go forward?" Karanisuri shook her head and wandered off lost in thought. Karanisuri paced back and forth among the Tatyar checking up on everyone. She had me search further ahead and into the mountains for the path of the Quendi before us. It was not an easy trek and it was heavily shrouded in the mists. I hardly saw her as she took her leadership position seriously. She issued orders, helped with the search and planning of food. Karanisuri once went on an excursion into the mountains to see for herself leaving me in charge. Elwë took his time arriving but when he did Karanisuri looked incredibly relieved.
"Elwë!"
"Karanisuri, why have we stopped?"
"The Hithaeglir as we have come to know it," Karanisuri said pointing to the mountains. "I am worried due to an issue of being able to see. The mists are strong and cloud the eyes easily. We should make a plan with the leaders on how to best proceed."
"Show me," Elwë commanded. Karanisuri took Elwë and a few of the other leaders who had arrived with him into the mountains. Elwë returned looking both thoughtful and hopeful.
"We will make a plan soon as the other leaders have come," Elwë said at last. The Hunter arose and fell twelve times as we waited. Elwë's presence seemed to fortify the group. Small excursions continued into the mountains to check the path but only the bravest of Quendi would go. Elwë and others would often stare at the mountains with desire in their faces. Families and friends had been torn asunder by the passage of Quendi over the Hithaeglir. There was dissension among the Tatyar and Lenwë was the loudest of these voices.
"We have everything we need here. We have forests, rivers, and wide open plains. What could we desire over the Hithaeglir?" The disagreements continued and the Tatyar whispered among themselves some in fear and others in hope and desire. Feelings were mixed and time continued to pass onwards. Part of me feared that people would come to blows over their mixed feelings and I wondered at the conclusion of this.
Language Notes:
-Abari - In primitive elvish, aba means to refuse, forbid. Abaro, means refuser and thus Abari is plural. Avari would be a later development of the language.
- Eldali - much how Avari is plural, I have used Eldali as plural...though lately perhaps it would evolve into Eldar.
Chapter Notes:
I know I have not included the 3 Elven Kings as much as I have wanted to...I have intended for them to be more in this fic, but right now my characters keep pulling away though I know later they become very linked closely to Elwe and Olwe. I also feel like I have made them kind of flat. Well, here is to hoping to improve upon them.
I apologize for the lack of updates but my life has been quite literally insane with my boyfriend having fallen off a waterfall. I am releasing this almost as is but I did rush the part of the mountains. I did not want to leave off where it was due to my plans for Chapter 9.
IN AMAZING NEWS I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS STORY FOR NANOWRIMO. So that means you get 50k words more next month :)
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