Chapter Fourteen
Picking up the Pieces
It was only when the sun began to rise that the elves felt it was safe enough to lower the shield. An exhausted looking Iadrawyn complied, allowing them to trickle into the village and assess the c*****e. Valanandir barely noticed when she collapsed on the ground beside him. He sat, hugging his knees to his chest and shivering. His eyes were gritty and stinging from crying. Over and over, he saw his best friend being bitten by the drakhal as he watched, helpless.
How had Numril become separated from the rest of the group? He must have stayed behind to round up the children he had rescued. Valanandir shouldn’t have allowed him to be left behind. Numril was never one for fighting. If Valanandir had stayed by his side, perhaps things would be differen
