Scouting

Almost sixty years now and yet, she waited for him. Waited for the sign of a boat that would bring him to her from across the river. Almost sixty years and she still held on to his words, the words he promised her that he would come find her, he would come find the both of them, but even now, she knew not where her daughter was. She sighed and closed her eyes, bowed her head low and  allowed the tears fall freely. Her husband, her daughter. Gone.

The party had crossed the Tajon river safely that time, it had taken two days to reach Aerilon, and even still they could see the rising fumes and smoke as their village burnt to the ground, they could still hear the screams of people tortured and dying even from miles away. The sounds haunted them as they floated away to safety, their husbands and fathers, brothers and sons, fighting for their land, their home, their birthright. They knew they fought a battle they could not win, but still they fought, not willing to give up and