I am told that the ever growing glow we are approaching is called Lut Gholein. I dined with the red violet Elnor and orange Charlie this night. Both were pleasing energies, and the orange one asked about my sight. It is comforting to converse with voices that are not speaking in riddles. I told her of the lights and the whispers, how even now, she is dancing in her own river of light. She seemed uncomforted at the thought, and quickly changed the topic to being ready to stretch and start our patrol. Though he did not speak, I could see that the red violet one was listening and watching, and also seemed eager to venture out. The shimmers of our caravan glowed softly as we began our watch. It was calm, the whispers spoke soothing words, almost as if to prepare those who slumbered for the next dawn glow. As I basked in the soft ember of the night, my companions only found one rustling in our patol, which quickly skittered away upon drawing near. Our night was without incident.
Upon dawn glow, the usual bubbling and swiftness of our caravan’s current began. It was a pleasant energy which I have grown fond of, full of a comradeship of long travel. The sun was in the middle of the sky when the city Lut Golain was in sight. It was with renewed vigor, that the view of our current destination, ignited in our company. I found great interest in the glittering of joy that emanated throughout the caravan. As we drew near the city I was told to help patrol the caravan and stay alert. Sparks of unease about the south forest jumped from person to person. Our company’s speed was hastened, and the energy that rushed upon the worn road was full of echos. Many had traveled this path and I find myself lost to the buzzing of it all, it was overwhelming. Suddenly, I could smell smoke, and a familiar filth associated with deviants who we had snuffed in the past. I then realize I am being lead by the orange one, north, away from the caravan. She tells me we are investigating a fire, and as I look I see many greenish brown streaks ahead, and there are goblin voices. As I look back toward the caravan I see a commotion of green brown lights, most of them going dim. We see a hastening fire to the north east and rush to its path. Oil had been trailed to draw it’s path, and as the red violet Elnor and I dry up its tracks, Charlie quickly extinguished a goblin foe on the end of her mighty pole arm. With a swiftness a second goblin was lost, a cross bolt between his eyes, from Elnor’s hand. I focus my attention on the third goblin, I could feel it welling up inside of me wrapping my whole body in swirling electricity. I hear the whispers screaming in my ears like a whirlwind, I find the word “missile”. The blue energy surged through my soul and cracked through the air piercing the fiend in the arm, wounding him. Suddenly, I feel a pain in my side, a rusty glow of a goblin dog’s teeth had found my flesh. I react and slam my staff into the hound’s face. I hear another pained gasp as I see 3 goblins and a dog attacking Charlie. Elnor shoots another cross bolt at the goblins attacking the orange one, and forces himself between me and the new foes. Before another volley from the vile beasts errupts, arrows slay down the goblins and fend off the rusty hued dogs. We find room on the caravan, just as burning arrows start to catch in its sides. I’m able to sooth the energy from a few and put them out, but Elnor seems to have a fear of the flames, and while he is able to put out a few, he almost falls from the carriage. Charlie’s wounds were effecting her more than she was willing to admit, and before she can extinguish any flames, she falls from the caravan before the bridge. I hear the thunder of hooves coming from the great city before us, and see there are bright silver beams emanating from soldiers and their mounts coming to our aid. I look back to see the orange one safely across the bridge and being helped onto another cart.
The city is impressive, full of colors and many lights. The palisade wall is a comfort for the city, cool and glowing soft in its constance. Our caravan was the first to this bustling city, and quickly filled in its camp grounds. I could smell the crispness of lumber, and see the echos of the light that used to surge though the mighty trees. I dress my wounds, the many forests I have visited, taught me how to be resilient, to cure my throbbing pains. Coldness pulled my attention to one of the many tents, upon entering I found a pale Charlie. She had dressed her wounds but I could see her pains still pulsing from her. I reached out to her, a warmth filling my body, I could feel my father’s light fill my own like a burning fire. I felt her relief, though she quickly pulled from me, and offered a quick thank you. I smile again, it is nice to hear a voice that is not a whisper, or a scream of fear. I tell her about the whispers and their excitement of the festival. The road ahead is an awakening, all the glowing rivers are leading there. She is kind to listen, I am greatful for her company. A buzzing calls to me, a sweet serenade of life and energy. I find myself in the city’s market, the day’s glow calming in the sky. The busy patrons gossip of neighboring county’s unease, and who the favorites of the tournaments in the up and coming festival. After basking in the energies and watching the sparks of the people, I find my way to my back to the campground. I watch Elnor, an ember of red, find his own tent and stumble in. The softness of my pillow and the over stimulation of the day lulls me into a gentle state, and I find myself dreaming of what it would be like to worry about who wins the tournament, about what a normal life would be, and then I find the void.