Chapter Twenty-Three
Saying Good-bye
Iarion stood at the edge of the jungle, waiting for Lodariel to finish saying good-bye to her parents. Even though she had promised to visit, there were tears shed by all parties. It had been an emotional few days. Mass funerals had been held for the elves and Plains People who had fallen in battle. Iarion hated that so many had died since he had come to the south lands. He somehow felt responsible. If he had not come with his vision, perhaps none of this would have happened. Then again, maybe the Khashada would have wiped out all the Plains People and Lost Elves. If she had, his people would have had no warning when she eventually turned her gaze northward.
His growing sense of urgency gnawed at him. Despite all the wonders he had seen, he was eager
