Chapter Five
Shattered
Eransinta did her best to enjoy the array of fresh fruit and cream on her plate, trying not to notice her twin’s absence. The dessert course had arrived, and she was beginning to suspect Alfialys was not going to return to the feast. She tried unsuccessfully to keep her gaze from sliding to his empty seat on the other side of the table as voices buzzed around her. Her parents appeared unconcerned. They were deep in conversation with their seatmates. Eransinta shook her head and raised her fork to her mouth.
Her hand froze in midair. She gasped in pain as a series of images assaulted her.
Trees flew past her as she ran through the forest. An overwhelming sense of purpose drove her to the Glade of the Quenya. Another elf was already there—one who was vaguely famili
