THE WOODLAND VILLAGE was a silent blur of confusion when Pony cleared the trees not far from Tirana’s cabin, she was pleased to see the Elves were rushing about preparing to evacuate. It was an odd sensation to see them move so quickly in controlled chaos. No one appeared upset. They were moving swiftly and with purpose loading small wagons with food and clothing.
The older children were placing the younger children in small push carts for transport as the adults began to organize the procession. Tirana appeared in the doorway of her cabin and waved them near. Pony trotted over and the children climbed off her back.
“Mother,” Nana asked helping the twins down from Pony’s back. “What’s going on?”
Tirana met Nana’s questioning gaze and answered honestly. “Darling the entire village is hea
