[Untitled] Fifth LetterAí Avúlia! We are a few days' journey from your abode. We have had to disguise ourselves from the Mortals, who have taken to the darkness. My dear sister Aewaean was shot in the leg by one of their foul arrows. The wound has healed somewhat now, but she grows ever weaker; her star fades…. I fear the arrow was poisoned. We know nothing of poison, and hope that you do. She cannot walk on her own; Marnin and I carry her. It makes our progress slow. Please help her. Just yesterday I received word from Iamin, the son of the Lord of the Ailan. I have enclosed the letter. The fires burn in the shadows.Vivaereth Alónia, the Burning P
[Untitled] Fourth LetterAí Vivaereth! What worrisome news you bring before me! I never did care for that straight-laced foal, Lumía, or his installation as council head, but to think! He has banished you three in light of what's happening. I feel I must apologize to you, for it was I who suggested you bring this matter before the council. Why did I not foresee this? One does not simply rouse sleeping children from their beds. The children will toss and fight, grasping for more of their pleasant dreams. It falls to those who have stayed awake in vigil to contend with the thief upon the house. Though I fear that thief has already stolen his way inside. I w