Chapter Seven
Lights in the Sky
Valanandir awoke in darkness. His circumstances were no better than the last time he had regained consciousness since his capture. He was in a small, wooden building with no windows and the bare ground for a floor. The walls were covered with hooks and shelves; all were empty. He wondered what this place was. It certainly didn’t look like a prison. He suspected it was a storage shed of some kind, hastily cleared out to hold him.
He ran gentle fingers over his temple and winced. How long had he been here? He didn’t know. Thus far, his stay had only been punctuated by visits from an imposing elf with white hair and dark green eyes that reminded him of Iadrawyn. He hoped she was all right. She was capable of taking care of herself, but the actions of the elf
