[Alatariel Telemnar]

Amarië stood up. There was no danger, and she knew that. A small squirrel ran down the tree as fast as his little legs could carry him. She sat back down and watched the squirrel scurry away from the tree and into the night. She lied down on her back and gazed into the stars. Her mind began to wander.

She thought of her past. Remembering what she had left, what had happened, why she had left, a tear fell down from her eye and onto the shingle roof. She sat up and reached for her green bag. Out she took a letter, written in deep blue ink. She held it to her heart and then quickly put it into her bag. It was time, time to leave all of her troubles behind and live her life again.

Amarië took out the wooden box again. It was the one thing she couldn’t let go of. Without it, she felt she would die. Even though she had to leave her past behind, she couldn't leave this.

Slowly she opened it, and the gem began to sparkle in the moonlight once again. She picked it up out of the smooth box lining, and held it in her hands. Her grey eyes shone bright in the light, as white as the gem itself. She starred deep into it, as if she was hypnotized by it's blinding light.

Amarië starred into it for a few minutes. Then suddenly, her eyes widened, and she quickly put the gem back into it's case, and the case into the bag. She climbed back down the tree and landed with a very light thump on the ground. Putting her bag over her shoulder she made her way into the inn once more.

She looked to the table in the corner where she had sat earlier to see a familiar-looking maiden wearing a dark blue raiment. She turned away and sat at the bar, letting her hood down, as not to be rude. She ordered a glass of wine and sat in hopes to relieve her mind of her past.