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 Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 11:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:19 am
  Mia of the House Tlachtga circled around the clearing anxiously, waiting for any sign of movement. There was no guarantee that he would even show, and part of her wondered if she even wanted him to. Stop it, she told herself firmly, You have a duty to your House. For lack of anything better to do, she thought back on the events that had brought her here.
The council stood before her in the clearing. "We have been informed that a great danger is coming from the North, from lands we had not known existed. Our enemies, the House Amadan, have agreed to come together in alliance. You are to work with those they are sending to us."
"Warriors," Mia asked them.
"Three, I believe. Their princes - Hos, Lash, and Fane. They will teach you, and you will teach them. Together, we may be able to survive."
Mia sighed and dug a small hole in the snow with the toe of her boot. How well would the three princes handle the cold, she wondered, when their land was so warm? And when would the first arrive? The eldest had agreed to journey ahead and meet her, paving the way for his brothers. But what if he had been attacked? Or gotten lost? Or froze?
She forced herself to calm. If he did not come to her by nightfall, she would light a fire and keep vigil until the morning. When the sun was fully risen, she would return.
Suddenly, she heard the crack of a twig and spun around.
She could see no one.
"Halloa? Who's there?" Only silence greeted her. "Be you Hos, Lash, or Fane, I bid you come into my presence." Still nothing.
Mia strained her eyes to see into the thick of the trees, but could make out no figure. Perhaps some animal, she told herself, An animal, and nothing more.
The wind began to blow fierce and the sun began its descent. The frost nipped at her exposed skin of her face, but she was used to it. She took the tinder and flint from inside her glove and set about lighting the brush she had gathered into the center of the clearing.
As she struggled to sustain the few sparks that caught in the brush, she heard another loud crack echo about. She whipped her head around, but saw no culprit. Slowly, she turned back to the brush, only to find that the sparks had gone out. Wary, she busied herself with the fire, all the while watching from the corners of her eyes.
She knew she was being watched...
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