NO: Yay! I have discovered the location for Chanters of Tremaris! (Thinks there should be a separate place for CoT fanfictions :-( Wonders why there isn't…)

Onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chanters of Tremaris. Kate Constable does, if ever there was a great author, she's one of 'em!

Chapter 1: Off in the Night

Calwyn looked out the window of their cottage while fingering the single plait down her back. My cottage, she corrected herself. But the more she thought on it, the more she thought it was still 'Mica and Calwyn's Cottage'. Halasaa was almost finished with his garden and Darrow didn't go out on his little skiff (he bought a new one, named Flight). Everything was perfect, except the distinct lack of Mica. Tonno still fished, and the group still preyed on pirate ships, but it wasn't nearly as fun as it used to be.

Her head buzzed, Chantment, she whispered in her head. She reached out with her Power of Becoming, she felt where everyone was on the island. She found their group all except…

She turned. "Darrow!" He hugged her roughly. They pulled apart.

Something tugged at him. "Calwyn, I think I want to travel again." He said.

"But we only just got home!" She searched his eyes.

"I know, Cal, I know." He said. "But I need to-" he stopped. "Never mind, you're not, not, I repeat, coming."

She stomped her foot on the dirt floor. "I am too! What if you need my chantments?" she asked.

"But-"

"No buts, mister, I am coming whether you like it or not!" He smiled, his silvery scar shined in the dim moonlight.

"Fine." He relinquished. "But we leave tonight."

Grinning broadly, Calwyn went about the hut picking up things she thought she would need. She pulled out her trunk. Opening it, there was a yellow tunic on top… it yanked out a memory she didn't want to relive.

Flash-back

Calwyn pressed her Power of Becoming into the lifeless form. The gazing eyes never blinked, she never would rise. Calwyn broke down.

"Mica, no!" she wept hard that night. Many more after that as well.

Flash-forward

Cal wiped away tears and pressed the yellow tunic to the bottom of the trunk. She pulled out un-dyed wool and linen clothes. They were plainer than the yellow tunic… and no one would recognize her. Darrow's skiff was still docked. She made her way up the gangplank and saw Darrow emerge, he held out his hand to her. Just and her foot was to clear the railing, it caught and she fell…

…Right into Darrow's arms.

"Thanks." She whispered. The Lone Maiden soared in the night sky. He picked her up and with a half-spin set her down on the calm boat. Calwyn clung to him. As a thank-you, she pecked him on the cheek. He smiled again and took her bags to the spare room.

The pair took off into the night, the light notes of Calwyn's song pushing the boat along.

Halasaa woke that night. He felt for his sister, she was gone, as was Darrow. He reached out into the sea, just faintly he could feel her.

Come back someday, my sister.

I promise, brother of mine. She responded. Darrow wants to travel; I demanded to come along. Farewell.

Farewell.