Only Thera of Allenholme hears the voice of forest-mind…and heeds its warning.
As the black ships of an ancient enemy approach Allenholme’s shores, a sentient forest strives to awaken in a young girl the almost extinct ability to commune with Forest-mind, knowing that all the lives of her people depend on the fulfillment of her destiny. Will the Elanraigh forest-mind have time to train her in what she must learn in order to survive what comes and save her land and people?
“Black sails!” Lady Fideiya exclaimed.
“Aye,” affirmed Nan, her eyes widening as she observed Lady Fideiya’s expression, “She said the forest sang to her and she saw black sails on the horizon.”
Lady Fideiya pondered her gaze unfocused. It could merely have been that the chambermaids had frightened the girl with old tales of Memteth raiders. She sorted through possibilities. Could Thera have simply been dreaming the forest sang? Or could the child have the old gift, truly be in communion with the Elanraigh elementals, and be hearing at such a young age? Fideiya herself had only a vague sense of the forest-mind.
No, thought Fideiya, surely not the old gift. Yet, Thera dreamed and the forest sang. Black sails! Could that vileness, the Memteth—monsters of legend and fireside tales—truly be advancing on Allenholme, and no warning.