Threewhitehorseswithriderscanteredtowardtheambush,theirheads
heldhighandproud,theircoatsripplinginthemoonlightlikeliquidsilver.
On the first horse was an elf with pointed ears and elegantly slanted
eyebrows.Hisbuildwasslimbutstrong,likearapier.Apowerfulbowwas
slung on his back. A sword pressed against his side opposite a quiver of
arrowsfletchedwithswanfeathers.
Thelastriderhadthesamefairfaceandangledfeaturesastheother.He
carriedalongspearinhisrighthandandawhitedaggerathisbelt.Ahelmof
extraordinary craftsmanship, wrought with amber and gold, rested on his
head.
Between these two rode a raven-haired elven lady, who surveyed her
surroundings with poise. Framed by long black locks, her deep eyes shone
with a driving force. Her clothes were unadorned, yet her beauty was
undiminished.Athersidewasasword,andonherbackalongbowwitha
quiver.Shecarriedinherlapapouchthatshefrequentlylookedat,asifto
reassureherselfthatitwasstillthere.
Oneoftheelvesspokequietly,buttheShadecouldnothearwhatwas
said. The lady answered with obvious authority, and her guards switched
places.Theonewearingthehelmtookthelead,shiftinghisspeartoareadier
grip.TheypassedtheShade’shidingplaceandthefirstfewUrgalswithout
suspicion.
The Shade was already savoring his victory when the wind changed
direction and swept toward the elves, heavy with the Urgals’ stench. The
horsessnorted withalarmand tossed theirheads. The ridersstiffened,eyes
flashing from side to side, then wheeled their mounts around and galloped
away.
The lady’s horse surged forward, leaving her guards far behind.
Forsaking their hiding, the Urgals stood and released a stream of black
arrows.TheShadejumpedoutfrombehindthetree,raisedhisrighthand,and
shouted,“Garjzla!”
Aredboltflashedfromhispalmtowardtheelvenlady,illuminatingthe
trees with a bloody light. It struck her steed, and the horse toppled with a
high-pitched squeal, plowing into the ground chest-first. She leapt off the
animalwithinhumanspeed,landedlightly,thenglancedbackforherguards.
TheUrgals’deadlyarrowsquicklybroughtdownthetwoelves.Theyfell
fromthenoblehorses,bloodpoolinginthedirt.AstheUrgalsrushedtothe
slain elves, the Shade screamed, “After her! She is the one I want!” The
monstersgruntedandrusheddownthetrail.
Acrytorefromtheelf’slipsasshesawherdeadcompanions.Shetooka
steptowardthem,thencursedherenemiesandboundedintotheforest.