...saw the emptiness his eyes held. The soldier sheathed his sword and pulled out a small dagger. Rorgan knew it was over and closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow.

He woke up in a small dimly lit room. He saw a bucket in one corner and a bed of straw in the other. He was parched an dhis throat felt like sandpaper. Rorgan crawled to the bed and lay down. ‘First things first,’ he thought as his eyes closed…

When Rorgan’s eyes opened he at once knew that he wasn’t awake. A woman dressed all in white was talking to a small human girl who was looking at her confused. In a flash of white she was gone and the woman turned to Rorgan, “Come out now. Aren’t you going to hug your sister?”

Rorgan grinned and walked into the clearing, “You were never one for regular visits. What are you doing here, though?”

His sister’s grin left her face and she grew serious, “Rorgan, I have some rather bad news…”