Chapter Thirteen
Past Lives
Daroandir followed Lodariel through the grasslands that lay south of Melahalas. His twin sister was bent over, inspecting the ground while he kept watch. Her copper braids dangled over her shoulder. He eyed the massive cloud that hovered over the nearby Shadow Swamp with unease. They weren’t supposed to be here. If their parents knew what they were up to... Well, Daroandir didn’t want to think of what their mother might say. Lady Silvariel may be small for an elf woman, but her temper was disproportionate to her size.
He and his sister had spread the word they were going on a hunting expedition. They were inseparable, and often wandered the jungle alone, so no one had thought it unusual. Daroandir hated to lie, but they were hunting, just not in Melahalas and
