A Time for Mourning

"No, No, its about the caravan that was supposed to reach the town of Qunialseti, it didn’t. Nobody knows where it is."

"What..How is that possible, where is it?" blurted out Feslem, realizing the fact that his wife, the woman that he loved and was together with for one hundred years, was missing.

"I cannot explain it very well, come quickly, the town advisors and journeymen will explain it better."

Feslem went back into the house to get his robe, and wrote a letter to Lindoryn, who was out doing the morning chores, telling he needed to go to the town hall for an emergency. He left the letter on the table near the door, and rushed out following the messenger hastily toward the large building down the road.

About an hour later Lindoryn got home. Seeing the note on the table she read it and assumed that it was no big deal. Most likely it was just another dispute amongst the townsfolk and the native population. She just put the note aside and started to put away the fruits and vegetables away for the party they were going to throw for her mother. A sort of welcome back celebration. She knew that it was going to be great. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. She answered it.

It was another messenger from the town hall, along with two guards, escorting him. Lindoryn knew that this wasn’t just another dispute, something was wrong.

"Lindoryn, I think that you should come with us, there has been an incident involving your mother."

She couldn’t believe it. "What kind of incident…. an accident? Is she all right? Where is she?" her questions kept on flying out like angry bees out of a hive. Anything that involved her mother, she immedietly questions everything.

"Its not quite that simple…look if you come with us I can assure you, everything will be explained."

Lindoryn agreed to go with the messenger. She finished packing the food away, got her robe and locked the door. Walking down the road with the messenger, thoughts were racing in and out of her head about the whole situation, about her mother. The one thought that wasn’t racing in her mind was how unprepared she would be when she faces the truth.

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"What do you mean the caravan has gone missing, the city of Solace just saw it leave its territory a day a go," a large, burly man cried out as he slammed his giant fist on a table, nearly cracking in half. "I had six months worth of pay on that caravan, and if I don’t get it soon, there’s going to be trouble." The man stammers out, pushing people out of his way like rag dolls. He was just one of many merchants complaining about the missing caravan. Hundreds of people were cramming into the town hall reception area, demanding to see the trade co-coordinator about the situation. Pushing their way through the mob, Lyndorin, escorted by the guards, slithered to the King Mayors office. As they opened the door, Lindoryn saw her father sitting in a chair, slouched over, and the faint sound of sobbing was coming from him. Lindoryn rushed over to him, the thoughts in her mind about the situation becoming more confusing every second that passes by.

"What’s wrong father? Do you know what happened to the caravan? Have you heard any news from Mother?"

Feslem wiped the tears from his eyes and looked her in the eyes, "Lindoryn, I don’t know how to explain this…. there’s news that the caravan was attacked by some type of creature. The guards could not defend against it…everything was destroyed."