“TORA!”

“TORA!”

“I am right here!” I shouted, to no avail. I even tried to catch those dirty mage’s attention, Useless! you’d think with all the disgusting magic they use they would be able to see or hear me. Maybe that’s the problem, being chased by the Faeries my whole life has turned me into this, distrusting, miserable. I even dragged my poor Husband into this life. How could he leave me like that! chasing shadows in the woods, did our life running from shadows teach him nothing? How could he abandon us!?

I have to find a way back to my children.

Late winter – Lion Age 609

Will this ever end? Seasons have changed, nobles have fallen, Why am I still here? Unseen, Unheard.

The faerie queen told it true when she said she wouldn’t harm me, I can’t even waste away from hunger or cold. I am forced to exist in this place between, this accursed place. I will take my end into my own hands.

“Torkeld, I am coming.”

and with that, the Fae queen’s revenge on Astrid is complete.