The Morretain Prince
Genre: YA Fantasy
Kieren heard the Call just as her husband unrolled the parchment map of the kingdom’s newest trade route. Voices tore through her head, and a barrage of images and impressions flashed, each too fleeting to grasp. There was pain, raw and wild. And sound, loud and full of fear, like the roar of a winter wind. One red note hung above the cacophony of Nature’s song.
Elerosse is hurt.
She ran. Elemmire and the other nobles in the chamber room called after her, but she did not turn around. Her son was hurt, and nothing in the kingdom could keep her from him.
Her heart pounded as she ran through the crowded stone hallways, not caring who or what stood in her path. Elemmire’s heavy footfalls fell behind hers, but she could not stop; would not waste breath answering the questions he threw at her.
Her son’s edere, his elvish Light, was cast in shadow. She felt the darkness as surely as if the sun were eclipsed by the moon.
It scared her more than she could say.
Kieren rounded a corner, then raced down a spiral stairwell towards the Great Hall. Rosse and his cousins were supposed to spend the day in the garden when afternoon lessons were over. She sent a silent prayer to the Gods that the elflings were still there. Morraugh, please do not take him from me, she prayed. Not another one.