Chapter Twenty-Four
The Warning
Silvaranwyn stared across the Sacred Pool to look into the distance. Only a few white clouds dotted the brilliant blue sky. The darkness that had once hovered over the swamp to the south had long since dispersed. Without the presence of the Khashada, the fire mountain had gone dormant. It hardly seemed right to call it the Shadow Swamp anymore, but the name stuck. If nothing else, it would keep the memory of the evil that had been defeated there alive. Despite the exposure to the sun, the area remained flooded and humid, but much of the plant life had changed. Now flowers bloomed on the water’s surface, and living creatures had returned to inhabit the land.
She turned to face the huts behind her. The dry season had arrived, and the Plains People had moved
