Chapter Forty-FiveA Desperate Plan
Iarion traveled with Barlo and Sinstari at his side, lost in his thoughts. As time went on, it became increasingly difficult for him to focus on anything other than the completion of his task. He could feel the weight of the Stariquenya in his pack. In the back of his mind it called to him, begging to be released.
Iarion knew such a thing should not be possible from within the confines of the Levniquenya, but the corrupted power had grown strong and independent under Saviadro’s hand. He wondered what would happen when it rejoined the rest of the Quenya.
He knew he and Barlo were running out of time. Saviadro’s army might already be marching toward Melaquenya. Iarion could only hope such a large force would be disorganized and slow. It was the only chan
