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The shadow elf Balhir rode hard for as long as the night time held. The spell he cast about himself froze the starlight to cover his passing but it would not withstand the hard sun. Thus he raced for the trees against the coming dawn.
His horse Felmir wearied but did not slow his pace. The elf leaned nearer his neck and whispered vexing enchantments that hurried his stride and kept them beyond the reach of their enemy’s sight.
The starlight shimmered across the grey skin of his hands and the glassy fabric of his cloak so that anyone who might look would only see a momentary shimmer as he passed along the horizon. They reached a line of trees and Felmir slowed.
Balhir had defied the Elder Council and antagonized the Magrev Horde. When the sun came up and birds sang, his deeds would be known and there would be no turning back, for anyone…
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