Meribabell writes:
We fairies filled the silence with a frantic survey of the shaft above. But all seemed secure.
I checked on Hawk – his face was a mask of misery. A good indication to me that he was not expecting rescue. Willie tethered nearby in his lantern prison had grown dim and an occasional sob ruffled his whiskers.
Then from below came the shrieks of the dark elves. And I knew the pixie traps were sprung.
By the time we had descended the fight was over. The goblins had ripped through the dark elves, devouring any that dared show their faces.
Thus the first wave died.
Whether there were more we do not know. Neither Merlin nor the High Fairy had been able to supply us with any numbers.
The reigning silence was eerie.
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