Chapter I The Tunnels

The High Queen read the words on the display screen:

Who are you? Why do you call yourselves the Mystic Women of the Realm? Aren't you the descendants of Sansthera I, from Earth?

She wasn't pleased, “They have sent another message."

She read it to them.

There was silence for a moment, then Sam spoke, “They think we are humans, from their realm."

"Some of us are, remember?"

"Earth. They call their realm Earth."

"Are you going to respond?"

"They seem like they wish to speak more with us."

The High Queen ignored their cacophony, already responding. She pressed the buttons that allowed her to spell out the message she wished to send. When she was done, she looked up at them. “I have sent one final message prior to our departure to El'fs'nd'lle. I have said:

We are not your descendants. We are not humans. We are the Mystic Women of The Realm. You are not welcomed on our Realm. Return to your Earth. This Realm is already inhabited. Do not come here.

"They will respond again, Highness."

"Yes, Force Leader. I am aware of this. If they return not to their home, I will respond to them at a later moment, prior to their arrival."

"Perhaps they will be unable to return home, my Queen."

"Perhaps, Black Uthrn. I have thought of this possibility. But it is overly soon to be concerned. We will consider them later, if need arises. Now we must depart to El'fs'nd'lle. Force Leader. Is all in preparation?"

Ann'wn slightly bowed her head, “Yes, my Queen. We will begin our journey as one group, but will separate so as to create a diversion, if we must. We have also decided to take the longer route, Highness, with your leave."

San'lr'in’ breathed deeply, closing her eyes in hopes of restoring her patience. She re-opened them and stared at her Force Leader. Sighing, and knowing her patience was failing her, she said, “Our never-ending journey becomes even longer, then. What is your plan?"

Ann'wn heard the frustration of their journey's length in her Queen's voice, but also knew that it wasn't her privilege to respond to it, “We will ride west by many turns into the great expanse, then north, my Queen. Once well north, we will travel east, arriving well north of El'fs'nd'lle. They will not be expecting us to come to El'fs'nd'lle from this direction."

"Nor was I."

"My Queen?"

The High Queen knew that their journey to El'fs'nd'lle was, no matter the route, to be a dangerous one, filled with their enemies lying in wait for them. While her powers were now strong and longing to be used, the using of the great powers yet left her weakened. El'fs'nd'lle was, at its shortest and quickest route from Sansthera, a full five-turn ride. From what her Force Leader had told her, she now knew that their journey was to be at least twice more the already long ride.

She took one last look at all the technology of the humans, wondering what the humans did if their machines broke. As she turned to leave the long building, she sensed that her message would do nothing to deter the humans’ arrival.

Sle'nel’ met her at the door, “We must give our farewells to Sume'."

The High Queen nodded, sighing yet again, “My patience leaves Me. Perhaps it is the better view that we take the long route to El'fs'nd'lle so that I may restore My senses to Me."

They walked through Sansthera, back to her sister's dwelling. The High Queen observed the town, remembering that both Sle'nel’ and Sam had said that it reminded them of Woden, “Tell Me how this town resembles your prior Woden, My Desire."

Sle'nel’ pointed out the layout of the dwellings and the paths between them, “Woden is built in the same pattern as this except that these paths are much wider. Perhaps for those machines that traveled on the soft wheels that were shown to us.” She pointed to the five center buildings, “In Woden, there was one center building similar to this, and was for the Highest. Woden has a wall that surrounds the entire main town, with two main gates, such as here. Woden is also built near the water and has docks, such as this one, but Woden's are larger, and more used."

"The women who escaped from here used the same design, then. Are Woden's dwellings such as these central ones? Domed?"

"No. I have never prior seen such as these."

Caithryn approached San'lr'in', kneeling and bowing her head as she did so, “Great High Queen. The High Priestess awaits you and the Elf."

"Rise, Caithryn. How do her wounds fare this turn?"

"Much improved, Highness."

They followed Caithryn, Sle'nel’ squeezing San'lr'in's arm just prior to entering, “Patience, San'lr'in'. We leave in a moment only."

San'lr'in’ placed her hand tenderly on Sle'nel's cheek, looking into her golden Elfin eyes, “I thank th—"

Her sister interrupted her, “Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to allow the Elf in so we may speak?"

San'lr'in’ lowered her hand, then took a deep breath, “My apologies, Sister.” She made a slight motion for Sle'nel’ to enter first.

"So. You finally leave. You probably leave my town in shambles."

Sle'nel’ sat on the bed beside her, “San'lr'in’ was wondering if you needed some of her guards to remain behind until you can recruit new ones, since so many of yours were found to be traitors."

"Why would you do as such? To spy on me?"

The High Queen shook her head, “No, Sume'n'tinel'ti'non. This is not so. It is a temporary gift only, and only at your desire. If you have no desire for these few guards to remain, then please allow a messenger to do so. You can send Me updated reports on what the Sansthera II humans send in way of messages."

The High Priestess looked at Sle'nel', but speaking to The High Queen, “You will need all your guards to get the Elf safely to El'fs'nd'lle. While I need the guards, you will have greater need of them so as to protect the Young One and this Elf of ours."

"When did you start liking Elves?"

"Just her. And the Young One."

"I will leave a few guards for you. They will be at your command, and will remain until you have retrained enough forces. The Realm needs you also, Sister."

"I know you leave them to spy upon me, but I will accept them for now. Perhaps if all goes well here, I will meet you at the gates of El'fs'nd'lle."

San'lr'in’ was surprised, “You? At El'fs'nd'lle? I thought the Elves a R'kin'dles long-prior enemy."

"Perhaps it is the moment for change, or are you as stubborn as this?” She looked at Sle'nel', “How do you stand remaining with her? If you ever desire someone who will cater to your every desire, come to me, Elf, and I will guarantee you eternal happiness. Look about you. Would you not enjoy living here in all this beauty? What does she possibly offer you?"

Sle'nel’ took her Queen's arm into her own, smiling at Sume', “I will miss you also, High Priestess, and am most pleased that we were able to come to Sansthera. I hope we will meet again, soon."

As they spoke their farewells to the High Priestess, Ann'wn, Uthrn, Sam and Meera stood by the waiting horses, discussing the journey's dangers that lay before them, “...fifteen, perhaps sixteen turns. Maybe more."

"What is out there, where we now go?"

Ann'wn shrugged, “I know not, but The High Queen muttered ‘Grandmother’ when I mentioned it. I think it was nothing good. Then she asked me how much I like water."

"What does that mean?” Sam was confused.

"I know not."

"Why did you not ask her?"

"You are her sister. You ask her. I am only her Force Leader."

Sam shook her head, “I also am not this brave. But we could get Sele’ to do so."

They were all laughing as The High Queen and Sle'nel’ walked up, “Another amusing moment between you regarding My Elf and Me, Force Leader?"

They all quickly knelt and bowed their heads, “Great High Queen."

"Rise. Let us depart."

"Aunt High Queen?"

She looked down at Sele', who was now at her side, “Young One. What is it you need from Me?"

"What did you mean when you asked Ann'wn how much she liked water?"

The High Queen raised an eyebrow as she looked at Ann'wn. She then placed a hand upon Sele's head and sent her thoughts to her.

"Oh. I understand now, my Queen. Thank you."

Sam jerked slightly in surprise, “Are you not going to tell us, Sele'? You are my daughter, you know."

Sele’ giggled as she raised her arms to her High Queen, not answering Sam, “Aunt High Queen. May I ride with you this turn?"

San'lr'in’ smiled mischievously at Ann'wn and Sam as she lifted Sele', then mounted her horse.

* * * *

Sam turned around as they left Sansthera, feeling as if she were leaving Woden far behind her yet again.

"What do you look upon?"

She looked at Uthrn as she turned back, “It just reminds me of Woden."

Uthrn nodded, “We will be there soon, and then we will join in companionship."

Sam sighed, not wishing to think on their relationship at the moment. She looked over to Sle'nel', sighing again.

Sle'nel’ laughed softly, “Your heart is a fickle one, Highest."

As they exited Sansthera's boundary, Ann'wn had The High Queen place on her hood, and their vigilant stance began as they rode as silently as possible across the great waters. Just after late midturn, they entered upon another landmass, one on which only The High Queen had prior been. Looming before them was the tallest and largest expanse of mountains any of them had ever seen.

Ann'wn halted them just as they entered the mountain's foothills. She rode back to her Queen as everyone else dismounted. She dismounted as well, bowing her head to her Queen, “My Queen. Is there a pass through these mountains?"

San'lr'in’ looked up to the high peaks, wishing for an easier route, and also wishing for easier memories associated with the mountains. She pointed up to a far-off gap, “Head to between those two peaks. Once we are near, we can hopefully find the tunnels through the mountains."

Ann'wn gasped, “Up there? But it is layered in deep snow, my Queen. Is there no other passage?"

The High Queen sighed, then spoke slowly and softly, “No, Force Leader. It is the only way through them, unless we go around."

Ann'wn was momentarily hopeful, “Go around, Highness?"

The High Queen made Ann'wn look south, “Can you see the end of the range, Force Leader?"

"No, Highness."

Then she made her look north, “Can you see the end of the range in this direction, Force Leader?"

Ann'wn shook her head, looking well depressed.

"This is the easiest of the routes. And no matter which way we head, on the other side lies the largest expanse of nothing that you have ever seen."

"Nothing, my Queen?"

"Nothing, Force Leader. You and the other force leaders chose this route. Remember this well, as the gap that now faces us will be the easy portion of our journey."

Ann'wn looked back up at the high snow-filled gap in dismay, “The easy portion, Highness?"

"I hope you like to camp in snow, Force Leader. Enjoy the water it makes though, as it will be the last for a while.” She looked up at the sky, “And look. The clouds come. It will begin to snow on us, this eve."

Ann'wn thought she heard The High Queen chuckling to herself as she walked away from her, but thought she must have heard wrong.

They made camp for the eve, preparing shelters against the eve's cold and snow. The High Queen called her great raptor to her as Ann'wn sent out scouts, both looking for any signs of approaching danger. When the camp was finally well organized, Ann'wn and Meera practiced their lessons, Sam and Sele’ practiced their powers, Sle'nel’ practiced with her new bow and arrows, and The High Queen once again readied her powers to her. As The High Queen meditated, Shr'dler'in, her Healer, sat close by, waiting to help her exit at the correct moment. While she waited, she watched Ann'wn practice, admiring her strong ease and well-defined muscles.

After many moments, Ann'wn walked over to The Healer, “How does she command all these meditations? I can barely master the first three of them."

Shr'dler'in nodded her understanding to Ann'wn. She was secretly pleased Ann'wn was near her, “And each one grows in their difficulty. Our Queen has learned these from when she was Sele's cycles. But it is not easy, especially with her new great powers. Thankfully, she is well focused.” She looked up at her, “Sit down, Ann'wn. You look exhausted. Would you like me to provide you with a back rub? Your shoulders look well over-used this turn. You must have been practicing the Master's skills this late eve."

Ann'wn sat, not responding, but neither moving away from the massage The Healer provided her. After a short while, Shr'dler'in could feel Ann'wn beginning to relax.

"You do this well. Do you do this for our Queen?"

She laughed, “Is it your affair, Force Leader?” She liked the feeling of Ann'wn's strong shoulders.

Ann'wn felt much improved, realizing that she wanted The Healer to continue to touch her. She liked the feeling of her.

"There. I think that will help you to sleep better this eve, Force Leader."

"Thank you, Shr'dler'in.” She quietly thought to herself, I can think of something that could help me to sleep even better this eve, but instead, asked, “How long will our Queen be in these meditations?"

"She has yet to reach to the end of them, and then she must return through them, so she has a long while as yet."

Shr'dler'in had sat down, leaning against a tree. Ann'wn sat next to her, wishing The Healer could feel as she felt about her, “Rest for a while. I will waken you if you tell me what signs to look for in our Queen."

The Healer agreed, telling her what to look for, then settled in against the tree and Ann'wn, sleeping. As the moments passed, and unaware she did as such, Shr'dler'in eventually laid her head on Ann'wn's lap. Ann'wn covered her with her cloak against the chill of the eve, finding that she loved the tender moment. Ann'wn liked the feeling of Shr'dler'in laying on her, so remained as quiet and unmoving as she could so that she wouldn't waken her. She wondered if she dared hope that they might one-turn come together.

Sele’ and Sle'nel’ came over to sit with Ann'wn and The Healer until their Queen exited from her meditations. When they arrived, they saw the two asleep.

"Quietly, Sele'. Check on your Aunt."

Sele’ went over to The High Queen and touched her gown, sensing her High Queen's meditations. She let go and returned to Sle'nel', “She is in her third and ready to exit soon, Birth-Mother."

"Does she need The Healer for this?"

"I can help her."

"Good. Then do so, quietly. I will begin to prepare these two for the eve. They are tired."

Sele’ helped The High Queen leave her meditations. San'lr'in’ then called a guard to help Sle'nel’ complete the camp for Ann'wn and The Healer. When the guard had set up the shelter over the two, The High Queen dismissed her as Sle'nel’ gently lay Ann'wn down next to The Healer. All three quietly left, pleased in their conspiracy.

In the early morn, Ann'wn woke to the feeling of someone's arm wrapped over her. Yet mostly asleep and enjoying the warm and close feeling, she moved back into the one near her, not yet thinking. As Ann'wn moved, Shr'dler'in stirred somewhat, moving closer into the smell and comfort she was holding, thinking it a perfect fit. As was a habit of hers when with a lover, Shr'dler'in had her arm over her eve's sleeping partner and was lightly holding her partner's breast. When they both stirred, Shr'dler'in grasped Ann'wn's breast a little more firmly, causing Ann'wn to moan at the pleasurable feeling.

Yet without thinking, and yet with their minds fogged from sleep, Ann'wn rolled over and kissed her eve's sleeping partner. The kiss was returned fully for a moment, then Shr'dler'in woke to her complete senses. She jerked back as her eyes stared widely at Ann'wn.

"Ann'wn! What are you doing here?” She shook her head, trying to clear it of sleep, “I am sorry, Ann'wn. My sincerest apologies. I should have touched you not so inappropriately."

Ann'wn also jerked wide-awake when Shr'dler'in had done so, equally surprised at what had just occurred. She rose quickly, “No, Shr'dler'in. It was my fault. Please accept my apologies. I was just reacting to the feeling."

They broke down their camp, Ann'wn wondering who had prepared it for them. She heard Shr'dler'in laughing quietly to herself.

"Why do you laugh, Healer?"

"You are a good kisser, Force Leader. This knowledge of you surprises me. Thank you for keeping me warm during the eve."

Ann'wn blushed, wishing she could kiss Shr'dler'in again. Wishing she was yet being held in her arms. Softly, she said, “In truth, Healer, it was my pleasure."

"What did you say, Ann'wn? I could hear you not."

Ann'wn, yet blushing and well frustrated with herself, went up to Shr'dler'in. She stood directly in front of her, looking at her.

"What is it, Ann'wn? Have I upset you in my carelessness?"

Ann'wn, having always focused on being a warrior, didn't know what to do with the feelings she was experiencing with Shr'dler'in. She had never prior felt as such.

"I ... uh ... I mean ... I too ... I mean ... Thank you for the...” Finally, she said, “By the Mothers, our Queen is correct. I am a coward."

With that, she pulled Shr'dler'in to her, embracing her tightly. She kissed her fully, unable to control her desire and need. Shr'dler'in was shocked, but found her body willingly moving into Ann'wn's deeply passionate and searching kiss. It was everything she had for long-prior thought it would be. After a long moment, Ann'wn pulled away, stared into Shr'dler'in's eyes, touched her cheek tenderly with her hand, then turned and left.

Sle'nel’ watched quietly and unnoticed from a distance, smiling to herself.

The Healer stared at her as Ann'wn walked away, wondering what would now occur between them. She sighed, assured that it was no more than a brief accident.

As The High Queen had predicted, it had snowed on them through the eve. Ann'wn frowned as she looked up at the pass, seeing that it was yet snowing up on the mountain, and heavily so. She knew this turn and eve would be cold and most difficult for them.

She went to An'ther'on, “Have some of your guards break the path for us. Have them leave now.” She pointed to where she thought they would halt for the eve. “There. Have them search for shelter. And have The High Queen's shelter prepared for her if they cannot find any caves or overhangs."

They began their journey in the early morn, but later than usual, and well after the sun's rise, Ann'wn giving An'ther'on's guards the moments they needed to be well in the lead. Finally, when all was prepared, Ann'wn had An'ther'on and Uthrn lead the journeyers, while Meera, Sam and a few of the Private Guards guarded the rear. Ann'wn had most of the Black Guard out on patrols, searching for any danger that might be coming their way.

The turn was long, while the path remained deep with ever-deepening snow. They trudged their way through the steep pass, moment by moment, with no reprieve from either the snowstorm or the intensity of the upward path.

As the eve came, they halted on a slightly widened-portioned of the path, making camp in the most miserable of conditions, and making all to share tents. As soon as they made camp, all went directly to their tents, well exhausted from the turn's upward journey. Ann'wn watched with a saddened sigh as The Healer went into a tent with The High Queen's attendants.

The morn provided no release from the snowstorm, but Ann'wn made them to push on, hoping for better conditions once over the pass. The path up to the gap's ridge was now even steeper and more winding, heavier with snow than their prior turn's journey. In some places, the path became nothing more than a narrow ledge, with no room for error. On one of the ledges, An'ther'on indicated that everyone needed to dismount so that they could walk the ledge instead of ride it.

At after-midturn, as they neared the gap, The High Queen called Ann'wn to her, “You must have An'ther'on's guards return. They know not the way. We will travel as a group from here. In a short while, I must look for the tunnels."

The tunnels were a well hoped-for sighting, so the thought that they may not find them shocked Ann'wn into depression.

"Will they not be able to see them, my Queen?"

She shook her head, “I fear that even I will miss them, and I have been this way prior. They are well hidden. And in this snow, I am not certain they can be seen at all."

"Perhaps Mor'inl’ knows the way, Highness?"

She shook her head lightly, “No. It was far long prior, and I was alone."

It began to snow even heavier as they re-started their journey up to the pass. Ann'wn was watching The Healer from behind, wondering what to do with her new-found feelings for her, but also wondering what to do about her own undesired relationship with the High Counselor. All she really knew was that she wanted to lie in The Healer's arms this eve, and for many eves after. As they continued to trudge up the path, she studied The Healer, admiring her beauty. Her body shivered uncontrollably as she thought about the feeling of The Healer's soft hands upon her body.

How have I been so blind as this? How could I have long desired this woman yet never seen it? She is beautiful.

They had entered onto a series of steep and slippery switchbacks, and everyone was now forced to walk instead of ride. Trudging through the deep snow step-by-step, they spent the remainder of the after midturn arriving to the top of the switchbacks. They had hoped to be able to re-mount and ride the horses after the switchbacks, as the trail widened, but the snow was so deep that they had to continue to walk. The High Queen had moved to the front, trying to recall where the tunnels began. She knew she had few moments prior to the sun's setting. After that, they would once again be forced to build camp out in the open.

"Can we not help, Highness?"

They were in a small valley high up on the mountain, in the gap area. There were many huge boulders on each side of them that well hid the two mountains’ sides, so the tunnels couldn't be seen.

"They are on the right side ... I think ... or did I come from the wasteland side? Yes, this must be so as there was no snow. But then I would have entered through the mouth of the ... yet I recall well the switchbacks we just achieved. The caves must be around here, behind these boulders.” She turned around while scanning the area, “Have your guards look upon the walls of each of the mountains, behind the boulders. But then, a rockslide could have covered the entrance to them.” She looked frustrated, “My apologies, Ann'wn. It is the best I can do. It has been since my youth, overly many cycles prior."

Even if they had hundreds of guards with them, the length of the pass would require more of the sun's assistance than they presently had. Ann'wn knew that luck was all they had at the moment. Like all the others, Caitha had also begun helping in the search, humming to herself as she did so. She wandered around fairly aimlessly, but remaining close to the mountain's side when she saw that she had frightened a small animal. She watched it go to the mountain's side, then disappear. She followed its path behind some boulders, then suddenly saw the opening. It had been, as The High Queen had suspected, partially covered over by many rockslides over the cycles.

She walked back to Meera, “M'Love, I have found the opening to a tunnel."

Meera just looked at her in total disbelief, “You did? How? Where?"

"I frightened a little animal, and I watched it disappear into the opening as I followed its path."

It took great effort to clear the entrance just enough so that the horses could enter, but they were all well motivated to get out of the increasing snow, including the horses. After they were all regrouped inside the cave, Ann'wn began to give orders to build camp for the eve.

The High Queen interrupted her, “No, Force Leader. We must continue. Travel until the first fork in the tunnel. Take the right fork. Then to the second fork. Again, take the right fork. We will then come upon a large area where there are many available paths. That is where we head for the eve. There is water there, and some interesting features. Tell the Sorcerer Women to light the way for you. We can ride the remainder of the way."

As they were traveling through the tunnel, Sle'nel’ rode next to San'lr'in', “These tunnels, my Queen. They are in my memory."

The High Queen nodded, finally removing her hood, “I would be more surprised if they were not. These tunnels are the site of The Realm's most terrible battle between the Elves and the R'kin'dles during the first High Queen's reign. It was in this battle that both sides lost all their forces. Caitha might know of this story. It is considered as one of the saddest moments for The Realm. And the battle should never have occurred. It was after this battle that D'klr'dil must have given the first High Queen your staff, as this was the last battle of its era. After hearing Caitha's story of D'klr'dil, that part of The Realm's past now makes some sense, as no one could ever explain to Me why there was sudden peace after so much hate and war. Overly many were lost during that era. The Mystics nearly wiped themselves out at that moment. I hope that we never face such a battle as this.” She shivered as a chilling foreboding ran through her.

Ann'wn, Sam, Uthrn, The Healer and Sele’ had also been listening to The High Queen's story. Sele’ announced her interest, “Isn't Aunt Sume’ a R'kin'dles, Aunt High Queen?"

"Some."

"Why were you here prior, Highness? And why were you alone?"

She looked at Ann'wn and raised an eyebrow, “You ask much of your High Queen, Force Leader."

Ann'wn gulped, knowing she had overstepped her privilege.

"It was another test.” Mil'der'in had answered the question.

Sele’ nodded her understanding, “Did she succeed in this test, High Counselor?"

The High Queen looked over to her, raising another eyebrow, “Am I not here, beside you? If I had not passed the test, I would be dead."

"How many cycles did you have, Aunt High Queen?"

The High Queen looked to Mil'der'in, who now also rode near her, “You seem to recall this moment more than I do."

"She had eleven cycles, upon her return to the Valley."

"Eleven? Only this?” Ann'wn was surprised, “Alone? Here?"

This, and many countless other tests such as this were some of the reasons San'lr'in’ had come to think of herself as a slave to The Realm. Sam began to understand why The High Queen thought her to have a loving upbringing, recognizing that her sister's teachers had expected overly much from such a young one.

"Will I have to do this also, Aunt High Queen?"

"I will not allow this test to occur on you, Young One, yet other tests will occur."

"But why? I want to be with you, Birth-Mother and Mother."

"So that you are never soft, Young One."

"You are. I have seen it in you."

She nodded and sighed, “And My teachers will tell Me that I have not remained as they wished."

Sle'nel’ raised her own eyebrow, “Perhaps it is the moment for you to tell them otherwise."

The High Queen looked at Sle'nel', thinking about her statement. Quietly, she replied, “Perhaps you are correct. But they will challenge Me."

Sle'nel’ nodded, then looked ahead to where they were headed, thinking that she wasn't going to like these teachers very much, “And they will lose, as they should. Their moments with you are over."

The snow was heavier outside than it had been all the turn, but they no longer cared. They were now traveling in the well-sheltered and warmer tunnels. Ann'wn was relieved, having seen that they were all beginning to be well ravaged by the cold conditions, including the horses. She would have her forces see to the horses, knowing the intense need they would have of them through the journey.

"Is it safe in here, Highness?"

She looked at Ann'wn, then looked around the caves as they rode, “I know not. Never prior, but these tunnels look well unused now.” She looked at the undisturbed paths, wondering why the tunnels were no longer used.

"Prior, there was much passage in them, as it is the quickest route through these mountains.” She shivered again as she recalled her long-prior moments in these tunnels. She had been young, but with few weapons, well weakened and wounded, and all but starving. Looking now about her, she recognized a few of the small cracks in the walls in which she had hidden herself, coming out only when those who traveled the tunnels slept.

Her scouts explored every passage possible as they traveled, looking for signs of life. Finding none, they finally arrived at a cavernous room within the tunnels. They were surprised at how large it was, as it spanned at least eight tall trees’ height, and was as large as an arena. A small waterfall splashed into a pool at one side of the room, and Ann'wn could see where all the past fires had been built. As they looked around, and as the Sorcerer Women continued to light the various parts of the great cavern, Sam saw all the small shelters scattered along the sides of the great room. Ann'wn had given orders to make camp and to guard all the passageways, as she now saw what The High Queen had meant. There were twenty-three different passageways that led away from the great room.

A soft ground-bed was made for The High Queen in the largest, but safest of the side-rooms, while other preparations also occurred. From long prior, various seats from dragged-in logs and rocks had been made around the fire, and The High Queen and all her companions were now using them as they completed their eve's meal.

Sele’ came up to The High Queen, moving onto her lap, “Tell me the story of why you were here, Aunt High Queen."

"Do I want you in My lap this eve, Young One?"

Sele’ just giggled.

The High Queen smiled, “As the High Counselor said, it was a test of what My teachers had been trying to teach Me. After I left a rather unfortunate moment, I was to find My way through the pass and the tunnels, defending Myself as necessary, and finding My own food and water. Obviously I did, as I am now here to tell you of it."

"Were you frightened?"

She laughed lightly, “No. I was angry, per My usual feeling."

"Did you have to defend yourself?"

The High Queen nodded, “I had only My sword and knife and was forced—"

They heard a scuffle down one of the passageways. They watched as An'ther'on brought a young girl of about fifteen cycles forward to Ann'wn, holding tightly onto her, “We found this one down one of the passageways. She began to fight us, calling us brutes.” Yet holding onto the young girl, An'ther'on looked up, somewhat confused, “What is a brute?"

Placing Sele’ upon the ground, The High Queen rose and listened as Ann'wn questioned the young girl.

"What are you called?"

"Why should I tell you? Leave me be! Let me go! My mother is sick. She is dying. I must return to her. I was out searching for food only. You are the ones trespassing here, not me."

An'ther'on shoved the young girl to the ground, “A likely story. How many are with you?"

The young girl stood back up, daring An'ther'on to shove her again, “It is easy to fight one with no weapons. You are nothing but a brute, and a coward."

"Who are you?"

"I am a St'en'giln. Who are you?"

"We are from the Valley. Tell us how many are with you."

The young girl crossed her arms in front of her, defiantly, “I must return to my mother. She is ill. You have no right to keep me prisoner. I have done nothing to you."

"Not until you tell us how many you are with."

"Just my mother. Now please. Let me go."

The High Queen and her Healer had walked over, “Where is your mother. We can help heal her.” She motioned to her Healer, “This is our Healer. If you take us to her, we will try to help her. We mean you no harm."

Ann'wn and An'ther'on both thought this an unsafe idea. Ann'wn spoke softly to her Queen, “Please let us scout the area first, Highness."

"That is fine, Force Leader. We will follow at a distance."

Sle'nel', Sam, Sele', Uthrn, and Meera all followed with The High Queen, wondering where this young girl had come from. They walked down many paths, taking many long moments, following the guards’ boot prints. When they arrived, both The Healer and The High Queen went immediately to the ill woman, seeing her lay upon the ground.

The High Queen gasped with complete surprise when she saw the woman, and sat back, wondering how this was so, “By the Mothers. Not her also."

"What is it, High One?"

Speaking softly, she said sadly, “This woman was one of My long-prior teachers. She was one of the great masters, even at her young cycles. This is Be'rn'. The third of all the Masters."

"Second only to you then, Highness?"

She shook her head, saddened, “It is so. Can we save her? She has done much for The Realm."

The Healer examined the woman then looked up at her Queen, shaking her head softly, “I am sorry, Highness. There is nothing we can do."

"What does she die from?"

"Long illness, it seems. I can do nothing but make her comfortable as she dies."

The High Queen looked tormented in the moment. She shook her head and she looked sadly upon the dying Master, “Why must I have to waste My powers on My sister who gives little to The Realm, while I have no choice but to let this great one die? Why must The Realm be so unfair as this?"

The Healer placed her hand on The High Queen's arm, “I am sorry, High One. I wish there were something I could do, but there is not. I would give all my healing powers, but I know nothing to halt this type of sickness."

The High Queen nodded, and they began removing some of the dying woman's pains.

"What are they doing to her? Let her alone!"

The young girl was now screaming, wanting to be with her mother, but An'ther'on held her tightly until The High Queen was ready.

Having been given some relief from her pain, the woman was finally able to open her eyes a little, “Who are you?"

San'lr'in’ leaned slightly forward and placed her hand on Be'rn's cheek, “I was only a young girl when we last practiced together, Third Master."

She studied the voice for a moment, examining the face carefully, and raised her head slightly, “San'lr'in'? Is it really you? High Queen?” She was well surprised.

"It is Me, Great One."

Her efforts tired her quickly, and she lay fully back down, “Am I dying, finally?"

The Healer answered, “I cannot heal you, Master. I am sorry."

"I have known for a long while that I was to die, so feel no sorrow for me. Thank you for removing my pain. It was great pain. My daughter? Is she here? Is she safe?"

San'lr'in’ nodded, “She is here with us. She is safe."

The woman moved her arm to San'lr'in's, touching her, “You must take her with you. She is well trained and can be of great use to you. Please let her fall not into the hands of our enemies. We were just now on our way to you. I was coming to you to place her in your service."

"I give you My vow, Be'rn'. I will place her under My personal care. You have given much to The Realm, and this is little you ask of it in return."

"You are on your way to El'fs'nd'lle?"

"We are."

She nodded her head lightly, resting, as if comforted from the report, “Good. She can help. Please consider her as yours, my student. I die pleased in knowing that she will be in your care. She knows more than she believes, and more than most will be able to understand. I have given her all my powers and strengths. You can count on her, my Queen. She is prepared to give her service to The Realm. She is well trained, for you."

San'lr'in’ smiled gently at her, “My vow is yours. She will be well cared for, Master. It is sad that another must lose so much to The Realm."

The woman tried to rise, but couldn't, so grasped tightly onto The High Queen's arm instead, “One turn, Highness. One turn all will be correct because of what we have given for The Realm. You most of all must always know this, as it is you who must give the most. Many fight for you who you know not, my Queen, because of what you give to The Realm. It is you, San'lr'in', who draws our purpose together. The Realm relies on you, Highness. And I now give my daughter to you because of that. Never, my Queen, never give in to the dark thoughts. You have legions of followers who look to you and follow you. One turn, it will all have been worth it. And you will live to see this as so. Unlike all prior, your reign will change the future of The Realm."

The Healer listened quietly, pleased that someone else other than The High Queen's own forces could tell her of this.

"Even on your death bed, Be'rn', you tell Me that all has been worth it, when you have led such a life as this?"

She pulled San'lr'in’ more closely to her, “If I were thirty cycles younger, and knew what my life was to be, I would yet do the same. This is how much I believe in what you now do for The Realm. Be strong, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. We taught you to never be weak, and this is what we meant. You must be strong in the knowledge that what you do is correct."

"I have given you My vow, and so shall it be. I am sorry we can help you no more than this, Be'rn', but rest assured in My vow. Your daughter is now in My care."

Be'rn’ pulled The High Queen to her one last moment, whispering, “Then I die well pleased and most grateful to you. And it comforts my heart to see you once again. But beware, High Queen. There are traitors even within the ranks of those who remained loyal. I have sought them my entire lifespan after the break, but with only minor success. Beware of the Masters. Trust no one. Very few of them remain loyal to The Realm, and even those now hide in their disguises. Another request, my Queen."

"Anything, Master. All you need do is ask, and I will make it as you wish."

"She yet knows not that you are High Queen."

"Worry not over this. She will be informed, and she will be under My care from this moment. Rest in this knowledge."

"One final item, Highest. Be overly mindful of the Spirit Mothers. Just prior to this illness taking my energies from me, I was watching them. I have great suspicion of their actions at this moment. Methinks they hide much from you and The Realm."

"I will heed your words, Be'rn', Third Master, and am grateful for your wise council."

"Thank you, Highness. And remember, High Queen, trust no one of us further, without your own assurance in this. But my daughter will now be the beginning of the new line of Masters. She is trained differently, and never again will they desire the powers so much."

The High Queen listened carefully, nodded to Be'rn', and clasped her hand to her own for a moment. From Master to Master, they sent their own private thoughts to one another.

"Master. I am humbled in your gift."

"Never lose hope, Highness. At some moments, hope is all that remains."

The High Queen placed her hand on Be'rn's cheek, then rose and motioned to An'ther'on. She brought the young girl to The High Queen.

San'lr'in’ looked her squarely in the eyes, speaking softly to her, “We could remove her pain only, Young One, but she is now dying. It is the moment for you to say your farewells to her, and for you to be brave. She will expect this of you. She requests your presence."

The young girl nodded her understanding and went to her mother. The Healer came over to The High Queen, “A sad moment, my Queen. Are you with much grief?"

San'lr'in’ nodded, her feelings heavy, “It is a deep loss to The Realm, and to Me. A most heavy loss.” She looked back over to Be'rn's daughter, “I sense that it will fall heavy on this one. She has only known her Birth-Mother in all these years."

Ann'wn had been listening and was surprised, “No other?"

The High Queen nodded, “The St'en'giln are a small group only, and solitary in their ways. And Be'rn’ has remained in hiding since the Masters split within their ranks."

They watched from a small distance as the Birth-Mother and the young girl had their final moments together. San'lr'in’ felt sorry for the young girl, and felt sorry for Be'rn', one of the last of the Masters, and one of the few St'en'giln. She watched the sad scene, hating the harshness of The Realm.

After some moments, the Third Master quietly died. San'lr'in’ watched helplessly as the young girl silently wept. Sam, knowing what it was to lose one's Birth-Mother, went over to the young girl as she saw her rise. She began to place her arm around her, when suddenly the young girl stole Sam's sword from her, pulling it quickly from its sheath, holding its tip to Sam's throat.

The High Queen watched her movements with great interest, seeing that the young girl was truly trained by a great, great Master. Ann'wn and An'ther'on went forward with their swords readied, “Place down the weapon, Young One. We have no desire to harm you. You cannot win this battle."

"No, but I can kill her before you kill me!"

The young girl stood nearly Sam's height and had spent her entire short lifespan living in a harsh environment, fighting everyone who passed her way. And she had been extremely well-trained by her Birth-Mother. In her anger, she wanted, needed to fight against the women she momentarily and irrationally believed had killed her Birth-Mother, even in knowing it not truth. Trained not to fight against one unarmed, she shoved Sam forcefully against the side of the tunnel as she turned quickly to An'ther'on, fighting sword-to-sword with her. The High Queen observed the young girl's movements with great interest. Ann'wn waited, thinking that An'ther'on would take her easily within a short moment.

An'ther'on had mistakenly assumed that such a young girl wouldn't be any match for her. After many moments of proving herself otherwise, An'ther'on's pride began to hurt as she moved more into her forceful warrior ways, trying to contain the young girl.

It was certain that the young girl wouldn't be able to win against An'ther'on during the long battle, but The High Queen had seen enough to know of her value, “An'ther'on, place down your sword. Ann'wn, I have need to borrow yours."

Ann'wn didn't want her Queen to fight this fierce little one, “Highness. This is not necessary."

An'ther'on knew better than to question The High Queen and placed down her sword. San'lr'in’ simply held out her hand for the sword from Ann'wn while looking at the young girl, “Why do you wish to fight so, Young One?"

"All of you killed my Birth-Mother, OLD one!"

With no other option open to her, Ann'wn relented and placed the hilt of her sword into The High Queen's hand.

The High Queen raised the sword, laughing lightly to herself, “If you like not being called Young One, then perhaps you would be gracious enough to provide us with what it is you are called by before I fight against you."

"Fighting you will be like fighting babes. You are overly old to fight. But I am called by Ern'seln'."

"Well, Ern'seln', you offer a challenge. Who is it that has taught you these fighting skills?"

Ern'seln’ raised her sword to The High Queen, as in the manner of the old Masters. She then bowed her head, as did The High Queen.

"My Birth-Mother. She was a great swordswoman. One of the greatest. Only two others are greater than her, in the entire Realm. Only two. So you are as nothing, Old One."

Ann'wn began to step forward, “You are addressing The Hi—"

San'lr'in’ held up her hand to Ann'wn, silencing her. She turned back to Ern'seln', “You wait for Me to take the first move?"

"It is as I was taught, but I will give you no mercy, Old One, when the fight begins."

The High Queen nodded, then hit Ern'seln's sword lightly just to provide the first move. Ern'seln’ moved quickly into her moves, but was surprised when San'lr'in’ countered them easily. Ern'seln’ began to use even more of her Master skills, frustrated in that the one she now fought seemed to know them well.

"And who has taught you, Old One?"

It was the moment Ann'wn had long awaited. She listened carefully, now seeing why her Queen had picked up the sword against this one.

Ern'seln’ made a few moves that surprised The High Queen, long unaccustomed to them. She countered them quickly, amused at this young one's great ability and master of such skilled moves.

She ignored the question asked of her, asking her own, “Who is it you now fight for, Ern'seln’ of Be'rn'?"

The young Ern'seln’ began to use many of her powers within their swordfight. The High Queen watched carefully, pleased at her command of them.

Ern'seln’ responded, “I fight for The Great High Queen of The Realm. What dark evil do you fight for, Old One?"

The High Queen had seen enough of the girl's skills, so decided to end the fight. She made three quick moves, removing the sword from the girl's hands, catching it as it flew in the air to her, “I also fight for The Realm, Ern'seln’ of Be'rn."

The girl was surprised at the sudden and forceful sword moves of The High Queen's, “You fight like my Birth-Mother. How could this be? Who are you?"

To help answer the question, Ann'wn came over, knelt and bowed her head, “Great High Queen of The Realm."

Upon hearing Ann'wn do as such, San'lr'in’ sighed and closed her eyes briefly, trying to remain with some patience.

The girl's eyes widened with disbelief, “This cannot be so. The Great High Queen is on her way to El'fs'nd'lle."

Uthrn and An'ther'on also came over, kneeling and bowing their heads, “Great High Queen of The Realm."

The girl stood in disbelief, looking quickly from one to the next. When she saw Sle'nel', her eyes widened even further, “Then you must be the Elf.” She then saw Sele', “And you must be the young Future Supreme Sovereign of The Realm.” She turned back to San'lr'in', “Is this so? Are you really The Great High Queen of all The Realm?"

San'lr'in’ sighed and nodded. She responded softly, “It is truth. I am High Queen."

Ern'seln’ threw herself upon the ground, kneeling deeply to San'lr'in', and bowing her head, “Great High Queen. It is you who my Birth-Mother said I must search out. It is you who I have been trained to serve. And I picked up a sword against you, Highness. My deepest apologies. Please forgive me. I knew not. Please allow me to serve you, High Queen. All my life has been dedicated to using my sword only for you, Highness, never against you. I am deeply ashamed."

San'lr'in’ placed her hand on Ern'seln's elbow, making her to stand, “Rise, Ern'seln'. And you also, My warriors, although I should make you remain there for doing My thinking for Me."

As Ern'seln’ rose, San'lr'in’ could see that she had begun to cry, but fought bravely against it. The High Queen wrapped her arms around her and let her cry for many long moments.

In a soft voice, she tried to comfort the young one, “All will be well, Ern'seln’ of Be'rn. Your Birth-Mother has placed you in My care, and I have given My vow that I will watch over you in your life. You are now of The High Queen of The Realm. You now fight for The Realm."

Ern'seln's response was just to cry into The High Queen's shoulders, deeply saddened in the moments.

All the warriors began to leave so as to give their High Queen some privacy. The Healer walked over to Ann'wn, who was waiting just slightly away from The High Queen, yet guarding her. Neither had spoken to the other since their morn conversations, and were now cautious in each other's presence.

"What did her Birth-Mother die from, Healer?"

"A long sickness. If I had been able to tend to it much prior, I may have been able to help, but this has been with her for many long prior moments. At least we were able to allow her to die peacefully."

Ann'wn looked at The Healer for a few moments, just staring at her, wanting to touch her, to kiss her.

"Why do you stare at me? Am I unpleasant looking to you?” Shr'dler'in feared Ann'wn was upset with her regarding the morn occurrence.

"No. Just the opposite of this. You are most beautiful. But I look at you in amazement. It is a great gift you have, this healing ability. I have always just assumed your ability in this without thought, but you are truly the greatest of Healers."

"I had much training for this, as The High Queen had for her role. From a young girl I was trained to be such a Healer.” The Healer was surprised that Ann'wn thought her to be beautiful.

Ann'wn watched as Ern'seln’ finally moved away from The High Queen. She saw that Sle'nel’ and Sele’ came up to her, and that Sele’ took her hand. She couldn't hear the words being spoken, but guessed that Sele’ was trying to make her feel better. Ann'wn felt sad for the young girl, but was glad that she now had The High Queen and all her companions. The Healer and Ann'wn waited as The High Queen, Sle'nel’ and Sele’ walked by with Ern'seln', then followed behind.

When they arrived back to the great room, The High Queen halted, then looked at Ern'seln', “Birth-daughter of Be'rn'. Birth-daughter of the Third Great Master. It is the moment for you to inform The Realm of a Great Master's death. Are you aware of this procedure?"

She bowed her head, “Yes, Highness. My Birth-Mother prepared me well for her death. She told me of the vow between Masters to do this thing."

"Are you able to deliver this message, or do you require My assistance?"

"Thank you, M'Lady, but I am prepared and able."

"Then do so, and let it be done. The moment is sad enough."

Ern'seln’ nodded, then closed her eyes and went into her third meditation, delivering the message of her Birth-Mother's, the Great Third Master, to all the other Masters, as was vowed among them. When she was done, she looked sadly at San'lr'in', “It is done, M'Lady."

"You have done well, Ern'seln'."

"But I want them not at her funeral. They are traitors."

"We know not who will come, but it is their privilege, and is not for you to judge. Did your Birth-Mother not say as such to you?"

"She did. You are correct. But they are evil."

"It is the vow of the Masters, no matter our feelings within such vows. At moments, it is not for us to like or to dislike what we must do, but to just do it. If they come, they come to honor her great abilities, and it is this that you should remember. Leave aside all the other, for now. Our battles against each other will arrive soon enough. In its own moments, Ern'seln', and there is never need to wage such a battle sooner than its moment."

"Yes, High Queen. To your will."

San'lr'in’ called Caitha and Meera to her, “Caitha, The High Queen's Storyteller and Singer of Songs, and Meera, The High Queen's Warrior, this is Ern'seln', the Birth-daughter of the Third greatest Master of all The Realm. She has just lost her Birth-Mother, and I have now attached her to watch-over our Young One. You would do Me a great favor if you would watch over the both of them this eve. It might be a long eve for you."

Meera bowed her head slightly, “We are pleased to do this, High Queen. Come Sele’ and Ern'seln'. Let us prepare for the eve."

Sle'nel’ wrapped her arm through San'lr'in's, “I am sorry, my Love."

San'lr'in’ responded by placing her other hand on Sle'nel's arm, touching her gently. She said nothing, but Sle'nel’ could see the weight of the death of one of the loyal Masters upon her.

The High Queen turned to Ann'wn, “We will have a delayed departure, Force Leader. We will need to bury a Great Master in two morns."

"Yes, my Queen."

"Would you like something warm to drink, High One, for a moment of rest?"

"Thank you, Healer. A good thought. I will sit at the fire while I gather My thoughts together. This death feels heavy upon Me."

Sle'nel’ sat near her Queen, while Sam and Uthrn sat across from them, An'ther'on sat to their side, and Ann'wn sat on the other side. The Healer was busy preparing the tea for her Queen so as to help her relax. When she was done, she handed it to her, then looked around for a seat. The only one available was next to Ann'wn.

Ann'wn rose, “I will return in a moment only, my Queen. I have some questions for you upon my return, if I have your leave."

The High Queen nodded, paying little attention to her. The Healer wondered where Ann'wn now headed, but was glad that she would no longer have to worry about sitting next to her, although she had wanted to.

"Is this Master's daughter well-skilled, Highness?"

San'lr'in’ had been staring into the fire, reflecting on the events of the turn. She looked up to her sister, “She is most well-skilled. Her Birth-Mother has taught her well. If she continues to practice, she will be as great as her teacher upon one turn."

"Did I hear that you have attached her to Sele', as Sele's guardian?"

"She will make a good practice partner for our Young One, Sister."

"It would seem that I also need such a practice partner."

"Perhaps Uthrn could begin to teach you the sword abilities of the Warriors of the Sword, as they also have great abilities. How do you fare with your powers?"

"Sele’ helps, as do the Sorcerer Women. But it is frustrating. You make them look overly easy."

The High Queen sat back, while Sle'nel’ leaned slightly against her. The High Queen looked at Sle'nel’ for a moment, and then nodded to her sister, “But I have used them since I was of Sele's cycles. You only now begin. And like anything, they require practice. Even I must now practice these new powers I have been given. And like any practice, you will tire at first, until you build up the strength needed to use them."

San'lr'in’ moved her hands to in front of her as she whispered some long unused spell. Sam watched in amazement as The High Queen made a small light source, in the shape of a small ball. She moved her hands away from it, allowing the small ball of light to remain as it was, but now in midair. She made a slight motion with her hand, causing it to move midway between her and Sam.

"Use your powers, Highest. Move the ball of light back to Me."

Sam tried, and succeeded mildly at first, but then the small ball of light began to react to her moves.

"It is alive."

San'lr'in’ laughed a gentle laugh, “I should have given this to you far sooner. It is as if it is alive, but it is only sorcery. It will help you to quicken and strengthen your powers. It learns quickly to react against your every move, providing a most challenging of games. And its speed will also quicken as your own skills and speed grow. I have not practiced with this since I was a young girl."

Sam tried a few more moments, but became frustrated, “What is it I must do with this?"

San'lr'in’ rose, wondering if she could yet command this small spell. She gave it a command, then it reacted against her, as she then reacted against it. Reaction to reaction, The High Queen began to play against the small ball of light, making it go where she wanted it to, even as it reacted ever more quickly against her will. As she sent the small ball of light to the wall, it would react even more quickly, coming back at her with increasing speed, as she sent it off in another direction at even greater speeds. The game became so rapid and quick that the others around the fire could barely keep up with the movements. Finally, The High Queen caught it in her hand, laughing.

"What fun this used to be. Use it well, Highest. It will increase your quickness and strength much more quickly than any partner. Here. Allow Me to give you this spell so that you may call it to you as desired."

San'lr'in’ placed her hands upon her sister's head, transferring the spell to her.

Sam was surprised, “You give me a spell? One of you own spells?"

"Of course. I have no need for this, and as it helps you, it will help Me and The Realm. It can also be used on the outside, but is much stronger there, as it can bounce off much greater distances and become much faster."

Ann'wn had returned and sat down next to The Healer, much to The Healer's surprise. After The High Queen returned to her seat, she asked, “A Master's funeral, my Queen?"

She nodded, “It is vowed between all the Masters of this funeral. A most solemn and respectful of affairs. A message has been sent to all the Masters, as is vowed, and they might choose to attend. I know not. We will see in two morns’ moments. The distance may be overly far for some to arrive as soon as this. But Be'rn’ was truly a great Master and well deserves this funeral."

"How good is the daughter, my Queen?"

"She gave An'ther'on a bad moment, did she not?"

An'ther'on nodded, “Given a few more cycles to practice, and she will be most excellent with a sword."

"These tunnels, my Queen?"

"At another moment, Force Leader. And I imagine that Caitha has the best story of this long prior moment."

Uthrn rose, extending her hand to Sam, “Come, Highest. It has been an overly long turn."

Sam took her hand, embarrassed, but grinning, “Good eve, all."

An'ther'on also rose, “I will take my leave, my Queen, with your permission. I wish to check on our guards."

The High Queen nodded to her. Sle'nel’ leaned further against her Queen, “I heard you speaking with Be'rn'. You said that The Realm takes much and gives little. Is there something we might give you, my Love, for all that you give to The Realm."

The High Queen raised Sle'nel's face to hers, “It has given Me My reward in you.” She kissed her fully, but with some restraint, given that she was in Ann'wn and her Healer's presence, and given the sadness of her own heart

The High Queen raised Sle'nel's hand close to her, “Has your hand healed well, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ looked over to The Healer, “Thanks to Shr'dler'in. Her potion worked well."

San'lr'in’ placed her hand lightly on Sle'nel's head for a moment, then removed it as she sent Sle'nel’ her thoughts, Perhaps it be best if we leave them to themselves?

Sle'nel’ rose, extending her hand to her Queen, “Come with me?"

San'lr'in’ rose, making a small motion with her hand, rebuilding the fire, then left with her Elf. Ann'wn watched her as she left, always amazed at her Queen.

"The Elf has been good for her."

Ann'wn nodded, “You speak truth. It is so. She has long prior needed as such.” She looked at Shr'dler'in, wanting to touch her hair, “Have you ever had such a love as The High Queen and the Elf's?"

Shr'dler'in laughed, “Me? Surely you jest, Force Leader. Even The High Queen accuses me of loving my potions more than anything else. And you?” Shr'dler'in wished that Ann'wn would touch her, or at least acknowledge that she wanted her.

"Me? I was taught to love being a warrior. And The High Queen accuses me of listening overly to this teaching."

They both laughed for a moment. Then the silence between them grew long as they both just watched the fire. After many, many moments, Ann'wn drew her courage to her, placing her hand on Shr'dler'in's. She was surprised at how excited she became as their hands touched. Neither moved for many long moments, then Shr'dler'in placed her fingers through Ann'wn's.

Ann'wn sighed in contentment, her heart pounding in her chest, “Do you think two can know each other for many cycles, only to discover they have deep feelings for each other after all these moments?” She thought she could sit here with her like this for many turns.

Shr'dler'in was having difficulty breathing steadily, overly anxious in the moment. She barely spoke aloud as she answered, “I know not, Force Leader. It seems odd, especially in that I know your scars better than you do."

Ann'wn laughed quietly at this, “Your hands are soft, Healer.” She caressed them, wanting to touch more of her so as to feel more of her welcoming softness.

Shr'dler'in also laughed, “Another potion of mine. I dabble now and then in the aesthetic arts, especially given that all those about me have many scars. That, plus those who I tend as Healer would appreciate not rough and dry hands, especially our High Queen."

Ann'wn opened up Shr'dler'in's hand, touching and tracing the lines on it, “Your hands are also strong, Healer."

"Not as strong as yours, Force Leader. Your hands are shockingly strong to me. As are you. It is like you can break someone in half should you desire, and yet you are also tender."

Ann'wn grasped The Healer's hand once again, pleased that The Healer found her so compelling, “And I like the feeling of you. It felt good to awaken next to you."

Shr'dler'in felt herself shiver at the memory, “As it did for me. Most truly."

Ann'wn was slightly surprised, but well pleased, “It did?"

Shr'dler'in nodded, recalling that she thought that they fit well together, “Yes. I wish it to not end, in truth."

"You shiver. Are you cold?"

"No."

"Do I make you nervous?"

"No ... Well, perhaps ... some ... In this moment ... Yes."

Ann'wn laughed, “Are you certain of that response?"

Shr'dler'in blushed, then laughed for a moment. She breathed in deeply, then sighed, “I find myself with feelings I have not felt for long prior. I know not what to do with them, and they are not going away."

Ann'wn looked at her, gazing at her hair and eyes. She moved her free hand to The Healer's hair, touching it softly, “You are beautiful, Healer. Why is it you have no lover with you?"

"I have found no one worth the effort. And I am selfish. I like my potions more than I like most lovers."

Ann'wn laughed again, “When you like not a lover, I hope you give them not some evil potion to be rid of them."

Shr'dler'in nodded, grinning, “In truth, I did this once. I gave one of them a sleeping spell, as I could tolerate not their tediousness any further."

Ann'wn looked shocked, teasing her, “No. You did this not."

She laughed, “In truth, I did. I am most awful. They slept for one entire turn."

They laughed together, enjoying the moment, feeling each other's hesitant touch. Shr'dler'in removed her hand from Ann'wn's and got up to add some wood to the fire. As she turned to sit, Ann'wn was standing, waiting for her. They stood and stared at each other for a long moment. Shr'dler'in finally moved to return to her seat, but Ann'wn pulled her gently yet firmly to her. Ann'wn stood taller than Shr'dler'in by almost a head's height, and was much larger in her muscles and strength, while Shr'dler'in was small in size, and well un-muscled, but, as Ann'wn had said, beautiful.

Ann'wn moved her hands slowly down Shr'dler'in's arms, as was a practiced courting custom in the Valley and across much of The Realm. The feeling made Shr'dler'in shiver, her uncontrollable desire growing. She moved against Ann'wn, into her body, wanting to be held in the Force Leader's strong arms. Ann'wn embraced her, looking down into her eyes.

Shr'dler'in spoke softly, “You are breathing heavily."

Ann'wn smiled, knowing it to be a true statement, “A Healer's observation?"

"And I can feel your heart beat strongly in your chest. It beats rapidly, as if excited."

"It is."

Ann'wn slowly lowered her head to Shr'dler'in, then closed her eyes and kissed her. Although she had kissed many others across her lifespan, when their lips met, Ann'wn's emotions burst with an intensity she had never prior felt. She had always been in control with all her lovers, but in this kiss with Shr'dler'in, she couldn't get enough; couldn't give enough. Giving in to the feeling, she moaned her pleasure as the kiss soared into its heated passion, making both feel as if their emotions were exploding.

Shr'dler'in pulled away, “I must sit for a moment. I can breathe not, Force Leader. I feel faint."

Instead of helping her to sit, Ann'wn pulled her firmly back to her, kissing her yet again, her intentions gaining in their momentum. Their embrace lasted many moments as they held each other tightly, kissing each other so fully that they lost all sense of awareness. After the kiss, Ann'wn embraced Shr'dler'in, encasing her in her arms. She rested her head lightly on Shr'dler'in's, breathing in her scents, listening to her soft sounds, wishing she could remain forever in the embrace. It felt so correct; so perfect.

Shr'dler'in suddenly pulled away, “I am sorry Force Leader. But I cannot do this. You are able to play with my feelings overly. It frightens me. I cannot be one more in your long line of lovers. Please forgive me."

She began to walk away, but Ann'wn grabbed her hand, “Hold! This is not so. Why do you say this? You cannot kiss me in such a fashion as this and then walk away. This was not just a kiss like any other, Shr'dler'in."

Shr'dler'in looked at her, desiring her fully, but believing that Ann'wn just wanted another conquest, like all the other warriors, “You are a warrior. You care not about my feelings yet are able to manipulate them overly well."

"Me? You just ripped my heart out of its cavity as if it were nothing at all. I am not as you say. I desire you, Shr'dler'in, this is highest truth, but not for just this moment.” She moved to Shr'dler'in and pulled her back to her again, strongly; urgently, “I want you, Shr'dler'in. This eve. Next eve. The eve after. I need you."

"You know me not."

"This is not truth. I know you well. And you know me well. We have known each other well for many cycles. I know your habits. I know what you prefer to eat. I know your humor. I know you as stubborn beyond reason. I know you as the most loyal of all. I know your capacity for love. And I want that love to love me."

"Why? Why me? Why now? I am overly old for this. My life is planned out for me. This love will complicate it. And you will grow angry when I must tend to The High Queen and all my potions."

Ann'wn pulled her even more tightly to her and kissed her again, urgently and full of need. As Ann'wn kissed her, a tear fell from her eye. Desperate, not knowing what to do, Ann'wn stood frozen, staring at her after their embrace. Shr'dler'in reached up and touched the tear, removing it.

She looked at her, confused, “Why? Why do you do this? After all these cycles, who am I to you?"

Ann'wn felt helpless, “I am not a scholar or a learned one such as you. I just know what I feel. I know not why, but I love you. It has hit me as lightning would. Without warning. Prior turn when you massaged my shoulders? I felt it then, and tried to let it go. But it keeps growing."

"That is just lust. You desire me only."

"No. Certainly this, as you are most desirable, but this is different. I know this is truth. As you say, I have had many lovers. But I have never, never prior felt such as this.” She looked desperate, “Shr'dler'in. I have never prior felt as such for another. My body weakens just at the sight of you. I need you."

"What if I cannot please you in bed? I am not such as your lovers. I have devoted myself to the healing arts, not the loving ones."

Ann'wn pulled her to her, kissing her again, but on this moment, instead of pushing the kiss urgently onto The Healer, she allowed Shr'dler'in to move more into it in her own fashion. As The Healer began to direct the kiss's movement, Ann'wn gave in to her, letting Shr'dler'in take the kiss solely where she desired. Both were surprised as Shr'dler'in became even more needing and desirous than Ann'wn's kisses had been.

When Shr'dler'in halted the kiss, Ann'wn gasped, trying to breathe, “We will have to make a decision soon, Healer, as I cannot take much more of this. My need is beyond its urgency of you. I have never prior felt as such."

"Where did you go when you left the fire this eve? You went to Mil'der'in, did you not?"

"I did."

Shr'dler'in had guessed the truth, so didn't need to know anything further. She now knew that Ann'wn had spoken to Mil'der'in about their own relationship, “Hold me for a moment."

Ann'wn wrapped her strong arms around Shr'dler'in, giving her the moments she needed. Shr'dler'in laid her head against Ann'wn's chest, relaxing in her strength.

"We fit together well, I think."

Ann'wn was going to say ‘Perfect', but suddenly felt Shr'dler'in's hand move underneath her shirt, moving up to her breast. Ann'wn could barely breathe in the anticipation of it, when Shr'dler'in touched her, feeling her breast grow in its hardness. The Healer laughed softly, “You desire me."

Gasping again and moaning, Ann'wn replied, “I think it obvious, do you not?"

Shr'dler'in then just rested her hand on Ann'wn's breast, enjoying the feeling of the desiring softness, but frustrating Ann'wn in the wait.

"Why do you hesitate? Do I frighten you? I know that you also have had many lovers prior, so it is not that. I know you know me well, so it cannot be that."

Shr'dler'in looked up at her while removing her hand from her breast, “There is an invisible line in all relationships, Force Leader, and we now stand at that line, ready to cross it. But it is always when I cross that line that the relationship fails. I am afraid to cross this line."

Ann'wn moved her back slightly and placed her hands on Shr'dler'in's shoulders, “Healer. I have already crossed that line with you, but acknowledged it not to either of us. For many prior moments now, whenever you touched me or stood near me, it was a moment I both craved and feared. My heart pounds just at having you near me. I have wanted to touch and be with you for long prior now, but saw that you looked not at me. Now, here I stand, joyous in knowing that you desire me as I do you, but saddened in knowing you are afraid to act upon it. You trust me not. What can I do to gain your trust?"

"That is the line, Ann'wn. Trust. Perhaps I trust not myself."

"I am a warrior, Healer. I could die next turn. We must take what is given to us and enjoy it as we can while it is with us."

The Healer laughed, “A philosophical warrior? You? Why Ann'wn, you do have parts to you that surprise me."

Ann'wn kissed her again, fully, passionately, urgently. Then she softly pleaded, “Be with me. Give us a chance. Trust may be difficult, but we cannot know unless we try.” She pleaded, “Please let me be with you this eve."

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