Written: June 2002

      Parn and Deedlit had left Roid that afternoon, but the festivities to celebrate the new born peace were still going on. Leylia stood at her window, watching the sundown and listened to the merry music. The sinking sun colored the horizon in various shades of red and purple and a light breeze drifted some clouds over the sky. Leylia enjoyed the peaceful scenery after the turmoil of war and her thoughts started to wander.

      It was getting dark but she didn’t move, her eyes still fixed on the horizon. Her hands were clutched onto the window frame and her breath had quickened. Her mouth formed unspoken words, while her face wore a fearful expression.

      When she finally broke out of her trance, she covered her face with her hands, whispering in low voice.

      "I’ve got to talk to mother and Bramd. I’ve got to return to Tarba. Marfa, I’ve got to hurry.”