Chapter Twenty-Seven
A Dark Past
For a long time, Arinwyn lost herself in a bottomless well of darkness. She felt as if she were sinking, but she had no idea which direction the surface lay. She tried to fight it at first, but her struggles only exhausted her. She curled up in a ball and waited for oblivion to claim her.
After what seemed like an eternity, the darkness surrounding her rippled, as if someone had thrown a pebble into a pond. A vision wavered into focus before her.
A figure in a hooded robe sat on a throne of dark stone. Orange eyes glowed from within the shadow of his hood as he inspected a map rolled out before him.
“What news?” he asked in a silky voice that echoed in the air around her.
“Lysandir has been wandering the lands.” A tall man in blue robes with bronze sk
