After a heated argument, Zaphyre orders the ranger, Lonan, to leave the cave they were staying in. Without his guidance, Zaphyre wasn’t sure how she would be able to continue with her mission. She needed to find her way to the Willow Woods very soon, with or without the ranger’s help.
Zaphyre climbed out of the cave cautiously, assessing the area for danger. The stars were shining and the shattered moon was bright enough she could see the ocean glistening below the cliffs of the Windstalker Highlands. A few wolves roamed the nearby highlands, howling dolefully all around her. Zaphyre looked along the coastline, trying to figure out which direction to take to find Willow Woods. The guild leader promised her sanctuary with an actor friend living there. The young fury had no place else to go and she couldn’t stay here.
“You’re still here,” the voice from a dark silhouetted form called out. “Good.”
Zaphyre jumped and instinctively turned on the shadowed figure stepping towards her.
“I did not bring the guard. Thou art safe here.” Lonan slowly approached so she could see him better. “Please understand, Zaph, that not all people are as passionate as thy people, as emotionally powerful. Some of us are weaker.”
Zaphyre tried to control her temper again, “Please, thou art my guild brother. If I can’t trust thee, then I…”
Lonan raised an eyebrow and thought carefully before responding, “I took an oath, as did thee to Eponine and the rest. Tis true. We are family.”
“I have taken no oath yet, ” Zaphyre softly admitted.
“Oh?”
“Nay, not yet.” The young fury lowered her staff and cast her eyes downward.
“Then here we are,” Lonan answered with a grin, “a man and a dark elf with nothing to tie us. No bonds. No oath. Yet I do not call the guards. I do not run from you and you have not fled from me.”
Zaphyre turned her gaze at the sea looking fearless, but pensive. “Fear not. I do not wish to do thee harm. Tis just that thy words, I don’t know who to trust.”
“That seems to me like… trust.”
“I called to thee for help… and ye give me confusing riddles…”
“You asked me of love. Why?” Lonan eyed her with curiosity. This was so unusual and he was intrigued.
Now that I know you better (even if only from afar), I can’t help but wonder what was going on in real life when you put down the original ideas for this story. 
Alas, poor Z.: still having some real issues, trying to please two sides (or more, perhaps).
Welcome back! Well, this part of her storyline is where she discovers about how the \”enemy\” lives and learns more about them. Such missions will confuse her more and more as she realizes that they are not all that bad at all. In fact, she actually starts to like some of them, which leads to more confusing and anxiety about her role in this war.
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