ALIZAND
The first rays
of the morning sun entered the window of the nearly deserted young man’s sleeping
chamber of the keep. Zand rolled to his back and pushed a pillow beneath his
head. Today his group left for the princedom of Easren. Before they departed he
needed to speak to Toran on the twin bond. His brother needed to know the
quartets had left the keep and to let Dom Ilvan know of their grandmother’s
plans. What better time than now?
Toran.
Zand, what’s
wrong? It’s barely dawn.
Are you
still at the lodge?
Where else
would I be?
The time has
come. Tell Dom Ilvan the last quartet is leaving for Easren to end the rains
there.
Loran will
be pleased.
The second
thing to tell him is this. Grandmother wants the heirs to come to the keep. She
and Dragen will meet you here. They will tell you when it’s safe for Loran to
go home.
When will I
see you again?
Zand heard
longing in his brother’s voice. They’d had so little time to learn about each
other. He almost wished he could remain at the keep until the heirs arrived.
Not possible. We won’t have time together until the four princedoms are
freed from the evil of Dom Senet and his power over the elements is gone.
I’ll tell
Dom Ilvan and the others. Good luck.
And to you.
Zand closed the twin bond. He rose and nudged Donel. “Time to dress. We’ll
break our fast and leave.”
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