Published: Dec 25 2007
All of her time in The Forsaken, Draylth had thought that there was one rock that would never break or sink. Though she could not get over that single fact, it wouldn't help her a bit.
She stared at the calm waves of the spring and whispered his name. It was a fool's dream that some form of message would come to her, but that was her last hope. Consider it gone. She sighed.
Although it was really none of her concern, she wondered who would take over Urynmaal's bloodline now. Surely... No. She wouldn't guess and get it wrong. She would just have to wait and see what happened next.