Ravenna Nocerre welcomed the night skies of Donothor. She neared the guard post manned by the Curates of the Fane of tbe Setting Sun and Rangers from Lynden. She relished the thought of companionship for the remainder of her journey.
The sturdy stone structure loomed ahead.
Quiet…
The Continual Light Spell cast upon the narrow turret illuminated the area around the base of the structure.
Statues… new structures stood neat the sturdy keep.
Taekora?
The Magick light glistened on the stone scales and reproduced the beauty of the prismatic dragon Taekora, the great ally of High Priestess Knarra, the Aivendars, and the peoples of Donothor. A second statue stood near the massive likeness of Taekora. She stared at her own likeness! A memorial?
Where were the guards?
“Hello?” She called into the silence.
The only answer was the gentle wind from the gap.
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