She grasped it with ease and casually dropped down into the well, amused at the gasps she heard from the Humaine children.
To them Alvaine were myths and legends from the shadowy realm of mystery and old fairy tales.
The Alvaine had kept themselves away from the other races for more than three hundred years, a third of the time after the Great War.
Dainzel shuddered at the thought of the war, every memory she had of that time she would gladly give her life to erase.
She shook her head and focused on the task at hand, scaling down the damp walls of the well with the skill only an Alvaine could master.
Humaine boy looking up at her from the bottom of the well was shivering, his
eyes wide and teeth chattering.
Another turn of the glass and they would have been too late to save him.
He looked very strong; perhaps that was why he
had survived this long down there.
She gave him a smile, hoping that wouldn’t
frighten him in the pale light down in the well.
To her relief, he smiled back weakly and reached out to her.
She grasped his hand in a firm grim and tugged at the rope with her other hand, signalling to be hauled up.
STORM SOWN Book One of The 'Seven of Legend' Saga
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Publication Date: August 2, 2017
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