On the tree, Alora's absolute favorite tree, was the mark of the Erabor Stone. It was not a large mark, mind you, so small in fact that Finn nearly missed it, were it not for the fact that it glowed ocean blue. He saw this kind of mark before, it was repeated over and over in a dream he had, but he never understood it
Elsewhere- stony glade
Alora awoke, dazed and disorientated. Looking around she saw only one thing, death. She did not recognize where she was, the last thing she remembered is her childhood friend, Finn, knocking on her door. She ran to open it but, just as she touched the doorknob, an amazing flash of bright white light enveloped her. It was dark now. Although she was well rested, having spent the whole day looking after her tree, Alora felt a fatigue wash over her like the waters of the Err river used to.. The Err, she remembered, it was draining out... she was frightened of what this would mean for the Erabor citizens. Her family had already perished in the great wars, who was to die next?
She held on, not wanting to cry, but the memory of her parents was too much even for her to deal with, she broke down in a torrent of sobs.
Her Ma, her Pa. All gone, the draining ruined it all. It hurt to think about how much she loved the people she lost.
She knew Finn was looking for her. He had to be, right?
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The Erabor Chronicles
FantasyThe world of Erabor has been ravaged by war for decades only two people have a possibility to stop it. Will their shared past stop them from doing the right thing?
