Chapter TwentyThe Hasparii drawn cart was a far too slow and cumbersome means of conveyance. Time was of the essence and with the fate of so many strung upon the balance, there was but one option considered. A replacement contingent of Fey Guards was assembled, whose wings were not tired and who could traverse the distance to Lyyshara in a minimal amount of time, escorting the one sent to sing.
Kaylyya had not faltered, despite her astonishment at the youngest of the Elders suggestion that she could, in any way, affect the outcome of the battle. Although she had stammered her reply in a voice barely louder than a whisper, her tremulous tone was as much a result of speaking to one so highly revered as it was an indication of nervousness. After all, she had been told many, many times by the
