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Jallentime
The moon was beautiful that night. The cold and dampness seemed to hang in the air around us; it reminded me of the foggy mornings we used to enjoy when I was little. My Father and me would always go fishing on those mornings, "The fish enjoy it when the air is as wet as the water" my father would say "You don't get an oppurtunity like this every day you know! Use it while you can, child". We left my mother a note on the door telling her what we were up to, not that she didn't know. Regardless, my father would always bring back a hastily made bouqet of wildflowers we found along the shore.  I sat in the boat and watched my father untie it from the dock, "Did I ever tell you how I made this boat?" he would ask, I would reply in the same way everytime "Yes dad. You and mum spent a day chopping down a birch tree with your bare hands" "And don't you forget it! That wood is as strong as stone and as stubborn as an orc!". He followed up his enthusiasm with a swift kick to the wooden dock that sent us gliding along the waves of the stream, spraying the icy cold mist into our faces. I let the morning dew evaporate off of my skin as we casted our lines into the water. As I sat motionless in our boat, staring at my bobber, my eyes would grow tired after a few hours. My eyelids closing slowly, slowly, until finally I was asleep.  My head was pounding. I raised myself from the cold, cobblestone floor that was covered in splotches of crimson blood. My blood. I dotted the gash in my forehead with the sleeve of my robe and turned around to see the stairs collapsing behind me. I grabbed for the satchel lying on the ground and forced my legs to run down the shaking and cracking stairs of the library until I bursted out of it's doors and freed myself from the fast approaching doom that lay inside. I tossed the satchel to the ground and fell on to my knees. I yelled with all the might that I had inside of me, "The day is here brothers! There is no more waiting!" and fell down on my fists. As I lay there on the ground I felt the tears roll out of my eyes and saw them crash on the ground below me. I heard the voice of my friends call out to me, "Dela!" and "Councilor!" but I didn't answer. I have always been a man of diplomacy and knowledge, but at that moment I didn't care about anything; my child was gone and my home would soon follow. A gentle and worn hand, black as the night, suddenly rested on my shoulder. I lifted my weary head up to the figure and saw my friends and fellow councilors Levant, Sen, Malco, and Durin standing at the head of an army of soldiers I had never seen. I grabbed Levant's hand and lifted myself back on to my feet, no one could see it, but my face must have been nothing less of bewildered. "How is this.. how is this possible?" I muttered as I scanned the crowd of well-armed and courageous faces staring at us, "They are adventurers and those fortunate enough to be passing through the area." said Malco, "They are willing to aid us in our time of need."