Chapter One, Scene One"How long ago did we send that owl back with our letter?" Vivaereth hissed to his companion. Marnin slid up beside him, clutching his cloak to his neck."They will have received the letter by now." His passive tone sought to mollify the aggravated Vivaereth."Then where are they?!" he hissed.Marnin remained silent."Vivaereth…" a voice close to his ear moaned. "Vivaereth, I…"Vivaereth struggled to keep hold of Aewaean as she began yet another spasm. He stopped to let it pass. "Shh, shh. Be still, sister. Help is coming." But he could no longer hide the hopelessness in his voice.What little of her pale forehead that was visible through her tangled hair shone with sweat, despite the frigid winter air. He could feel his sister trembling as the unknown poison pushed its way further through her veins. Vivaereth, too, trembled in fear of her safety. He did not know if she would last much longer this way."Where are they…?"
[Untitled] Sixth LetterAí Avúlia!We are but an hour's journey from you now. I know it is custom for our people to meet at five hundred paces, but you should set out now. Aewaean grows even weaker, and the sooner you see her, the sooner she can begin to heal.Iamin is still a few days out. The Ailan have been instructed to report to you now. Have you received anything from them?I look forward to meeting you and Eolan.Vivaereth Alónia, the Burning PassionAewaean Alónia, the Desperate OneMarnin Owaea, the River About to Flood