Anarya gripped the branch in front of her till her knuckles turned as white as the moon that hung low in the overcast sky. The air was thick with fear as the shadows passed, making it hard to breathe.
Anarya closed her eyes and wished herself somewhere else, anywhere else but there. She looked down again at the passing shadows, six of them she noticed. One stopped suddenly
in front of the tree where Rudhchamion and Anarya sat, perched precariously. Than Anarya felt her foot slip from beneath her...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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