Silver tears of the Moon

Not so happy reunion

A/N: I just want to say that I am so sorry for not posting in so long. Unfortunately I won't be updating frequently this year because of everything that's taking up my time is taking up most of it and I want to post at least one chapter in my other books as well. I'm very sorry.

Glossary:

*Nanon: Elvish for "friend".

*Falõn: Humanoid feline people.

[Arn Andersson: Dawn]

A soft glow emitted from Yerathiel's hand that was pressed to the wound on her head. It disappeared after a few moments, letting her remove her hand from the old wound. She then studied her reflection in the large pond of water that Fenris and she had made camp by for a couple of days. A feint scar could be seen receding into her hairline.

"It'll do," she said with a sigh. Something cold and wet nudged her hand. She looked back to see Fenris nudging her incessantly. She chuckled at the chamrosh's antics and petted his head.

"Come *nanon. The moon says hello and so should we to our beds," She said, giving one last glance up at the twinkling sky. The two got up and made their way to a small clearing where a small tent was set up. "Sleep well," Yerathiel called to Fenris as she crawled into the tent. Fenris barked in his own little way of saying goodnight.

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It felt like she barely closed her eyes for a few minutes before they snapped open at Fenris' loud growling. She pushed aside the flap of her tent. A blanket of pitch black darkness greeted her eyes. The sounds of the nocturnal creatures assaulted her ears. And something else. She tilted her head towards the loud, unusual noises. Twigs snapping, leaves crunching and whimpering. Fenris crouched low to the ground as the sounded got louder and came closer, ready to defend his friend. Mana pooled into Yerathiel's hands in case of the possible chance that it was bandits or a predator that left its natural home.

Her guess of bandits seemed more correct when the rustling indicated more than a few life forms. Fenris growled more loudly as the rustling gave way to definite shapes. Suddenly he stopped. He barked in excitement and began to wag his russet tail. Yerathiel looked down at him in confusion at his sudden change in behaviour before a dark figure crashed into her and knocked her onto her back. The first thing that registered in her mind was the soft fur and whiskers on her skin, then the wet tears. Then she noticed the loud sobs of a familiar voice.

"Akira?" She said in disbelief. She pushed the figure off to get a better look at the person she thought it was. Yes, it was Akira. Singed and burnt but definitely her. "Wha-why? How?" She struggled to voice the multitude of questions that crowded her mind, each begging to be asked first. The *falõn was too distraught to make any sound other than frightened whimpers. Before Yerathiel could try calm down her feline friend, a shrill voice screamed for her from the group still leaving the shadowed shelter of the trees.

"Yerathiel!" A little human girl detached herself from the group and launched at Yerathiel who caught her with a surprised "oof!"

"Lily?" Yerathiel yelped in shock, recognising Marina's youngest daughter. "Why are you here? Where's your mother?" She immediately regretted asking the question as tears began to run down the small child's cheeks. She looked up at the rest of the group. She recognised her close friends at the front as well as a few of the adults. The rest were children and teens. All burnt and injured.

Yerathiel quickly ushered them forward. A few of the adults trudged to a small spot away from her tent and began to gather sticks for a fire. Her friends brought the more fatally injured to her upon her request. She immediately concentrated her mana and began to heal their wounds.