In the night, we feel so alive

Eltrys had gazed over the cliffs of Lazuli Falls, to take in the scene over the shoreline. The glow of the waters began to grow as night descended in its dark embrace. His eyes of iceberg blues had caught a shape familiar to him in name only. A boat. He had arrived on the shoreline a few seasons ago similarly. He wondered if new arrivals were coming ashore.

In the darkening night he turned and slowly made his way down the slope, around the crystal blue waters of the pool below the falls, and turned down the path toward the beach. He wondered if anyone from the Hallows would be greeting the newcomers as well? He was curious if they came from his old homeland as Atreyu had.

He walked along the shoreline, a familiar terrain and an uneasy prickle began to work its way into his deep chocolate fur. He picked up his pace as he saw the boat begin make landing. Something was off. Something was wrong. The energy was not of inspired elation, it was an overwhelming cloud of dread.

A cry high overhead from Feyr told him! Slavers! The swallow-tailed kite swapped down and stole one of the knives of the slavers reaching the beach and flung it into the water!

Eltrys was running full throttle toward them. He noticed a woman facing off with them, prepared to meet them head on.

"Ellara! Slavers!" He called out to warn her just as the first slaving wolf lunged for her. With a snarl, he lunged at another who had seen him coming!

"Speech!"