Gathering for Wren Brings Alfar

(Crossing, Zoluren: 267 Moliko 355)

The noise was deafing as more than a hundred people of various races and professions gathered to help reach Wren, the kidnapped bardess. I soon found myself in charge of making a list of those to sing. Bards, empaths, clerics, and mages signed up to sing and pray. With the list made and the bards in charge of making sure we had all the feathers, races, professions had finished their lists Sunnie started of with one of Wren’s songs.

Many songs where sang with voices joining in chorus. The massess gathered and prayed to their gods. Finally it came to my turn. I lifted my voice and sang the song that I had written, touching on the war with the Gorbesh, the kidnapping of Wren,and the mysteries surounding them. As my song came to an end I whispered to Blackbay to start his prayer.

Suddenly I was stunned, a slender Alfar stepped out of the crowd and pointed right at me. Hoping feverently it was not a music critic, I did what you do in those unusual situations. I bowed and low and behold it bowed back. By this time others had seen it also and mummer arouse from the crowd as they took in this new development.

Then it spoke these words:

"They who remember may have hope."

"Listen! I speak but once."

"By your faith and aid, no more blood shall she lose, and though lost *will* find her way. The coming must be her own."

"By your gathering here, her path assured, as each of life may be lost — so your own path you make sure."

"Each listen, under the sky you may hear, when least you expect, the warning of your dooms."

"The first task completed, time shall deliver thy will."

Then the slender alfar went south and disappeared.

We all left soon after to ponder these new words and what effect they would have on the realms.