The silent moon lay riples over the smooth lake. The reflections bouced though the glistening sparkles of twilight. The coldness was chilling. Vapours of air flu into the darkness, leaving a smoke-like effect. Leight footsteps echoed across the cobled path, getting louder. Slowly a figure appeared from an old, weeping willow.
A pale woman wearing a light-pastel blue clocked dress, gracefully paraded through the forset, with her eyelids closed against the dim light of twilight. Her dark-ash hair cascade past her wrist and swirled around her. She placed her hands carefully on a ivly-covered tree, getting her balance. Fireflies light the night-sky, leading her fowards ruins of a broken castle.
I glanded up from the firewood burning into ash, watching the beautiful woman wonder to the forstaken castle. Rain began to fall heavy, stroms apouching. Slowly the woman opened her light-blue eyes, like a prinerose opening it's petals. ''Are you okay ladie?'' My words shocked her, causing her to fall of balance.
I grabbed her soft arm, pulling her from the soiled ground. ''Come, I have shelter, you need to dry.'' The woman glanced up and showing her pale face. Deep dark-red lips, full. Sucked in cheekbones, shaping her round face. Looking lost for words, she replied, ''Thank-you stranger.''
''If you mine me asking but, who are you?'' I asked while leading the way through Solria forset. Slashing crumblying branches away.
''Caspen Wolflock. That's all I can say.'' She covered her face with a spiderweb-like hood, ''And may I ask, who you are?''
''Credirk Deerk. Nothing fancy.'' Quickly we arrivied at Whitegurd from Solria forest. The yard was silent, only the sound of an owl was heard. We tip-toed to an old, wooden house close to the mill, trying to stay out of any trouble.
Caspen entered Breezhome first and quickly removed her hood. ''I can get wood for a fire, if you want?'' I tried to make her feel welcomed. Caspen gladed at me, with a dissapoved face. ''Can I be alone.''
''Oh couse.'' I wondered, worried, away from her, leaving the room. ''I'll leave you here. There's a couple of blankets by the chest.''
''Thank-you Credirk.'' She smiled, taking of her boots, ''I'll see you in the morning.''
I pasted quickly away. Why did I let her into my house. Who is she. Never seem her before. Why was she sleepwalking through the forset? I thought closing my tried eyes, resting my body on my cloud-like bed. As I fell asleep, a runble of pots clanded together, wakening me. I sneeked to the iron door, watching Caspen.
Caspen glabbed items from her tiny, shoulder bag. Inside was many different powders. She carefully placed some over a black pot and slowly poured them in. She thew it over the rawing fire. ''Asklia!'' She munbled under her breath. ''Rise the answers. Rise before me.''
''Caspen Wolflock. Dragonborn. The secrets of The Elders are close. Next night fall, return to Solria, my spirts will lead you. '' A gental voice spoke, breaking the awkward silents of the empty room. ''Now rest. The power of Slepwerk is strong, use it again at the right time. Murah is on his way.'' The voice disapeered into a whipser.
''Who is Murah? Dragaonborns are real, I always thought they were legends like in the stories Ruck would tell me. Elders are close? Bandits and now this woman? Who is she even talking to?'' I puzzled, trying to quiet silent.
Caspen layback on the hard ground, covering her wet body with a purple, silk blanket. Eyelids closed against the dim light of a candle and her breathing deep and relaxed, all the muscles in her face and body were totally at peace, like a baby in its' first throes of slumber. Not a twitch, not a spasm, barely any movement of her breasts rising and falling with each intake of air such was the depth of her oblivion. Her was body totally at peace, at rest, at one with itself, rejuvenating the mind and muscles before the onset of yet another day of turmoil.'
