Cy’dath glided in his unnatural stride out of the tent, and Casano’or pondered who this new intrusion could be. Curiosity almost overwhelmed her, but as she thought of going out to join Cy’dath, someone rustled through the tent flap. Casano’or spun, and saw a tall woman with black hair and strange tattoos. “How dare you come in here?! Get out!” She flung a knife of power at the woman, but it was absorbed in some sort of spellnet, nearly taking Casano’or off balance from surprise. Who was this woman, who could stop a powerful shockwave that no other Casano’or knew of could have withstood? Then the woman abruptly grew taller, shapeshifting into the form that was all too familiar to Casano’or. “Nairi, I’m here.” Casano’or nearly fainted from shock, and a stream of memories flooded through her mind, rendering her as confused as a small child. “Mother?” But it was impossible. She had seen her mother die, held her hand while Cléodri took her last breath. The figure shook her head. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and she showed no intent of attack. Then suddenly Casano’or knew who this was. She froze, her body rigid with a rush of fury, and though she remained motionless, the wind began to howl, and the air within the tent took on a frigid tone. “You,” she whispered, her voice as cold and icy as the night she was born. Riahanna didn’t look surprised at her sister’s tone, but a glimmer of hurt shone in her amber eyes. “Nairi, I-” “Don’t call me that!” Her voice cracked like a whip. Riahanna sighed. “What would you have me call you? Casano’or, your father-name, or Trahnye, the Avenger? Perhaps one of your countless aliases?” She shook her head. “No, sister, that’s not what I am here to discuss.” “What would give you cause to discuss anything with me?” Casano’or felt Cy’dath’s presence outside the door; he had sensed her anger and returned immediately. Casano’or mindspoke to him to wait. “Our very nature, Nairi. Even our gods are at odds with each other, and a battle is imminent.” She paused. “I have come to say goodbye.” “You bade me farewell millennia ago, half-sister.” A bitter taste remained from the memories. The child Casano’or had at first been worried and confused about her sister’s absence, but those feelings had soon turned to resentment as the Elves and Humans continued their slaughter. Riahanna shook her head, and her eyes glistened. “No,” she said. “No, I did not. You were not the only one who needed me, Nairi. It pained me not to be at your side, with your father, but I had no choice. “I wish you would understand that.” Casano’or turned and began to pace. Her mind traveled throughout her early years, remembering her honourable father, noble mother, and the sister she had looked up to. But then they came, and all my life was for naught. When she finally stopped, she looked Riahanna in the eye and said, “How do you know if I’d let you leave here alive? I could end that conflict you speak of right now.” “Because I remember the little Nairi that I loved.” After a moment, Casano’or replied stiffly, “I do not know who it is you speak of.” Riahanna looked pained, and turned away.