I am so so so sorry that I have not updated in such a long time. So many things going on and then a lot of distractions have kept me away even when I have tried to update. I am going to get Falcondance soon… for some strange reason I just feel like reading the book and keeping this story as close to the "book-facts" as possible. Haha I know crazy but oh well…

Feel free to review and comment since any Constructive Criticism will be taken gladly as well as any good and "refreshing" comments to keep me going enjoy D

The night that had slowly replaced the sun that embraced Wyvern's Court with the light of the shining moon glowing upon Oliza's melancholy face. Seeing Aunt Irene had only brought back memories of her childhood and the sadness that followed it. She missed the days when she could run around as a child and hide amongst the forest with the other children. Those memories brought back the image of Nicias who had been her most trusted friend and ally during those times. Now, as she thought back on those days, she missed his company more even though it had been years since he had left. She rested her head on the edge of the large window in the study and gazed out into the night. She could see a few torches burning brightly as they lit up the night. For a moment, the desire to break free and take flight in the night came to her. She closed her eyes and unwillingly thought of the cave and of the graciousness of the moon in the forest. She became lost in though

"Are you feeling well?" Oliza turned at the sound of her Aunt Irene's voice and smiled vaguely.

"Just a few lingering thoughts on my mind… nothing more." Oliza walked towards her aunt and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then sat down on one of the chairs and sighed out tiredly. It had been a long day and she had not been feeling very well.

"Oliza… I've known you since you were born and I've been with you since you grew into womanhood. I know that there is something wrong and do not worry, you can tell me anything."

Once again, a small smile crept upon Oliza's tired features as she fought the urge to yawn. She was sleepy and yet she could not sleep. She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, that thoughts of Ulrik would creep back in and leave her troubled once more. Why was it that in her most peaceful moments, where her body demanded rest from the tiresome day, that her mind sought the solace of Ulrik's face? Why was it that in her mind, the fear of his departure from her always haunted her? She did not know. All she could do is look at her aunt and comfort her with a reassuring smile.

Irene walked towards Oliza and grabbed the long mane of black and red hair and began to comb it from its disarray wit her fingers. For a few moments they remained like that, not one saying a word and listening to the sounds of the night. Irene cleared her throat softly, as if wanting to say something yet feeling unsure whether to do so or not.

"What is it aunt?" Oliza asked worriedly as she tried to turn around to look at her aunt. Irene placed her hand on Oliza's shoulder to stop her from moving and then patted it to assure her nothing was wrong.

"How have you been feeling Oliza?" The question that Irene asked surprised Oliza. It was so plain and simple and yet Oliza sensed that Irene wanted something more from this question which had not spurred out of idle curiosity.

Oliza carefully asked. "Why that question?"

"You rarely touched your food today and there is something more that I cannot quite place my finger on…"

"What do you mean by that aunt?" Oliza had begun to get a little nervous though she knew that there was no reason to. Maybe the reason for her unease was due to the fact that she knew where her aunt would head with such inquiries.

"Oliza… you know what I mean." Irene let go of Oliza's hair and walked towards the door. "Go to midwife and ask for her assistance as soon as you can and tell me of the results once you do so for I cannot wait to find out." At that, Irene left the room and it was suddenly silent once more. Yet the thoughts that had begun to race and roam in Oliza's mind would not leave her alone the rest of the night and so she did just what her aunt told her to do.