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done what I’ve done, if I didn’t know the devastation
that was to occur, but I am still going to say goodbye to my home.”
Ellanara turned and walked out of the room as graceful as ever.
    Kana watched her go and then went over to
Loric, “Do you think it is wise to let her go? She doesn’t quite
seem stable in some way.”
    Loric shrugged, as his eyes reflected the
troubled look of someone not sure of the game at hand, “You heard
her. It’s not like I can stop her.”
    “Why, what can she do?” Kana asked
inquisitively.
    “A better question is what can’t she do?” He
responded gravely.

Chapter Seven
A Promise Made
    The long black cloak with its hood conformed
to her body under the pressure of the cold icy wind that threatened
to steal her warmth from her, just as the sight of the destruction
around her had already crushed her heart. Ellanara walked alone
through the rubble of the past, her past. It seemed like it had
just been yesterday, when all of this had existed, but it
wasn’t.
    She was truly alone. Gone were all her
friends and loved ones. Those who knew and understood her best and
would never have looked at her, as these people did and yet she
would save them, as that was what her purpose here was for.
Ellanara walked down through the remnants of Thunder Ridge into the
valley to step through the snow strewn pathways of the village.
    She stopped in the village’s square, not
because one could see it was such, but because she knew the
village’s layout by heart. She gazed upon the pile of rubble that
was perhaps the saddest of all, the Chapel. There would be no one
to rebuild it this time as in times past. She dropped to her knees
uttering a cry of loss for not just the Chapel, but everything she
had held dear in her life and that was now gone for forever.
    “God I can’t do this alone! I can’t! I don’t
even know where I’m going! God please help me, because this is all
too much for me!”
    She fell forward onto her face in the snow
crying brokenly, now that she was out of the view of others and
free to express in full emotion the sorrow that she felt
overwhelmed by.
    Complete peace overwhelmed her at once and
she lay quiet and listened.
    “ I have not forgotten the righteousness
of your father’s before you nor have I left you to be alone in
despair. I have provided a guide for you and he will direct you to
a new home that I have set apart for my faithful. He is alone, even
as you are separated from those around you. You will be bonded to
him and together you will be one. Your two great houses will be one
and your peoples shall become one. Trust Me in that I know what is
best for you and that you are priceless in My sight.”
    The voice of her Creator stopped and she
whispered into the snow, “I will do even as You command me Lord,
but how shall I know such a man?”
    “ You will know him by his ways. He is
faithful to me, even as your father was and as you are now. He is
the greatest warrior that has walked any of the lands of My
creation in over a thousand years, which is how long I’ve kept him
a warrior out of the bounds of time. It has been as if but a day to
Me, but for a man alone the time has caused him to grow weary of
life itself. You will change all that as you give him a reason to
live and to hope for the limited years of a mortal life once again.
Now listen carefully Ellanara. Get the rings that your brother has
kept for you and the sword of your father. Give the sword to your
father’s heir, Loric, which I’ve raised up to help you and to
continue on your father’s legacy. Take the stone from before you as
a remembrance of all that I have said lest you doubt in your mind
and stray from the path that I’ve set you on.”
    The snow melted before her eyes to reveal a
flat stone laying on top of the old cobblestones of the old village
square. On the stone was inscribed a passage from the Bible. It was
Psalm 23 written by King David in another place at a different
time, but