Gilthanas looked desperately about, but the stranger blocked the only escape. Tanis, drawing his sword and moving as quickly as he could, slipped from boulder to boulder. The cliff, with its six-hundred-foot drop, loomed dangerously near his heels. “Who are you?” demanded Gilthanas, edging backward. Tanis watched as a hooded figure advanced on his cousin. “You should not be here!” the elf proclaimed. Flint was gone, swallowed by the earth as though he had never existed.Īt that moment, Gilthanas’s song broke off with a cry.
Tanis waited alone in the shadows, the only one who could save Gilthanas. Yet somewhere, out in the darkness, a murderer lurked. Alone in the moonless midnight, high atop a cliff overlooking Qualinost, Gilthanas continued to sing the ancient song that had been a part of the elven coming of age ceremony since Kith-Kanan had formed the elven kingdom more than two thousand years before.
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