Following a gloomy night, we looked forward to the sunrise that hopefully would reward us with a happier day. And so it started. The sun looking down on us was downright cheery – but it did not last.
Rumble made the discovery this time. He was following Dunfallon when on a sudden he shuddered and came to a halt. He called the pixie back, then turned to warn me.
By then my pendant already was pulling me back and away from a mound beside the path.
Dunfallon, having gotten the closest, told us we needed to find another way forward other than by the route beside the mound.
It was not actually a mound but a crevice in the earth that stretched well beyond that point and was filled to overflowing with weapons. Weapons that someone or something had dragged up from the battlefield and abandoned there.
Rumble spoke the thought in all our minds – the weapons were made of iron – that metal most deadly to the life and essence of a fairy.
I directed our path away from there trusting to the leading of my pendant.