The Lupinel and Elemental armies depart just as the sun rises over the mountains. Lycur and I, Lyva and King Lyall, Mother and Father, and Geraint all ride in a close-knit group while the rest of the party closes in ranks, keeping us safe at the heart.
It is not a comfortable journey as we only stop for a few hours at a time, trying to get back to Elemental lands as quickly as possible. The second wave of warriors meets us at the borders and quickly closes ranks for the last leg of the trip.
Everyone is silent, lost in his or her own thoughts or attempting to sleep. Everyone that is, except Lyva, who rides behind Lycur, chatting happily with an attentive, if silent Geraint. Her young voice is a constant sound; Lycur’s frown grows darker every day, his observations of Lyva’s bond with Ge
