The wind blows furiously across the land, howling a blood-curdling tune into the hearts of all. Midnight strikes the weary from their sleep as darkness engulfs the land, night becomes the foul, new day. But, like a morning star she will rise from the forest and take back her land and rescue her people. She will be our savior.

Master Túrien's words to her mother rang inside her head, closing upon it like a predator to prey. She would not let them down; she would overcome the evil that washed upon the continent. Her heart leapt as she found the power within herself--the power to shape-shift and with all her might she called upon it.

Night into day. Day into night.

A dark emerald glow radiated from her pearlescent skin, bathing the room with an eldritch light. Time halted to a screaching stop as the soft luminosity surrounding her transformed quickly into blinding white. Glimmers of white and verdure swirled around her in a misty formation. A sudden flash of light illuminated the forest, shining brightly in the darkness like a beacon of hope.

Dancing viridian lights cloaked her fragile fame; she held her breath as the light wove around her. Weaving back and fourth with skillful passes then, with increased speed and rotating faster and faster it suddenly came to a standstill. Without warning another burst of light ensued, engulfing the forest with a shock wave of luminance.

The tiny, fine particles that surrounded her dropped to the floor with silent crashes. They slowly melted into the floor and began infusing themselves within the tree. Ammaráth glanced towards the window, a spark of happiness settled into his eyes and he limped painfully across the floor to lift himself up to the windowsill.

Serenity placed her dainty fingertips upon the land as the moon rose higher into the sky. The melodic, shrill notes of the dragon song continued to echo throughout the forest--reverberating across the hills and swaying down the rivers. Time became enclosed in tiny capsules of moments as she rode through the breeze, letting her wings capture the puffs of clouds as she grazed against them lightly.

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"Did you find them?" hushed voices with indecipherable tones groped at nearby walls.

"No. And we've looked everywhere. I sent my best men but they came back empty-handed. They said the girl was not there, only Lord Túrien and he fled into the forest," came the meek reply.

"Vile woman. How dos she escape our grasp?"

"I know not, sire," the man bowed low, and cringed slightly as if expecting a blow.

"Worthless fool," his voice cracked with rage as he tried to remain in a whisper, "You are not to come back until you have finished your task. Is that understood?"

Shaking with rage the King towered over the subservient man, his eyes glowing with deadly fires of fury. He abruptly turned on his heel and stormed off into the shadows of the castle walls. He grumbled vile words and curses as he escaped through the darkness, ensnaring every passerby with his vicious glare.

"King Gûron, the Lady wishes to speak with you," a humble servant bent low to the floor, letting their head touch the floor before the king.

With a wave of his hand, King Gûron dismissed the request as one would dismiss a helping of seconds. The accursed woman could wait, though Gûron, she was a loathsome woman and used him for her own twisted games anyway. Flustered, he continued to pace his hallways, scowling wildly at every object that rounded his path.

"King Gûron, General Gíllion is ready for your orders, sire."

With a wicked rictus spread across his face, the King turned to the messenger and placed a gruff hand on his shoulder, "Tell the General I will be there shortly."