Snippet #1458596

Laeral, South Road

Illeyssa stood just outside the "limits" of the nameless town. Her eyes staring down the path the Legion had just taken. Since the unit had left she was thinking about that boy's face and why it seemed so familiar to her. What was left of her thought pieced the remaining pieces of her prediction, letting them slip into place. A fractured Premonition would be needed to glean what little influence was needed to avoid those circumstances, yet she wasn't so certain she could avoid it any more. Right hand resting under her chin her left hand propped up her elbow as she thought, Silvyar a few steps behind and her guards nowhere to be seen. The name Fong prodded in her mind and she paused to think about it closely. Fong was a hard man to read and she only caught glances of him when she walked the markets during midday to encourage those who were not of her orcs to seek her out if they needed comfort or insight. She took the boy's face, her own mental picture from when she glimpsed him and compared it to the man, finding similarities between the two.

"Shawoman." Silvyar's voice splashed over her connections between the boy and his father.

Illeyssa dropped her hand away and looked around, her apprentice's face etched with worry, "Have you come to a conclusion child?"

The girl nodded, "I do not know of how or when this is, but the Orcs will suffer a great loss, either of one of their own or the race as a whole. The War of countless years and the struggle with the dragons has claimed the future of untold numbers of youth, the vitality of the races as a whole, beyond individual success or failure, is crippled and weak. And for the last part I do not know... but the implications fill me with worry for your life Shawoman. What if you are-" Silvyar's voice was cut off with a wave of Illeyssa's hand and the apprentice fell silent.

For a girl as young as this one to grasp at fractured interpretations was almost unheard of, yet her conclusion was almost identical to her own. Although, her interpretation of the first and last point seemed too personalized, not surprising considering almost all others with the gift of foresight had been removed in the last 24 years. No Illeyssa, saw the first warning for what it was: Within this time one of her guards would die... And the final portion warned of an even more grave threat. In his death a gap would be opened, one that her unknown foe would use to come directly for her. If things couldn't be prevented she feared the impact over all. Something cold splashed on her cheek and her fingers rose to touch it, drawing away with moisture clinging to her skin. Rain.

She turned around without waiting for its fellow drops to fall and soak her completely, bare footsteps taking her back into the town towards the Inn. Her eyes looked forwards but her mind began to brood over what she was given, unaware that her guards emerged from their positions and fell into line.

Her ears picking up, yet ignoring, Silvyar's worried whispers into Dormund's ear about what she thought about Illeyssa's prediction in her own words.