Chapter Twenty-Three
Phantom
Finiferia meandered through the trees of Melaquenya. Her bare feet made no sound on the soft grass. A faint breeze stirred her long, white hair, whispering in her pointed ears as it passed.
She was far from the well-worn paths of the wood. Patches of sunlight filtered through the lattice of the golden and silver veined leaves far overhead to dance on the forest floor. The air was filled with the clean scent of grass and moss. She inhaled deeply and tasted its earthiness on her tongue.
As usual, she had little interest in staying within the confines of the village. Malgkir had been a disappointment, but she had held out hope that one of his special sons might be her long-lost brother returned. Once again, her hopes had been thwarted. And so while every other
