Werewolf XXXII: The Lost Age

[Volo]

A calm night was beginning. Moonlight and a warm wind were upon Ossiriand. Summer had a wonderful start and Yávië was as nice as it could be. A light rain started. This was perfect weather, wasn’t too hot, but warm enough for the rain to be pleasant. The beach of a little lake, the most beautiful place imaginable.

Enhilion was watching the waves as they slowly disappeared under the earth. He hoped with the whole of his heart that he could just sit like this again. But that meant that he had to succeed in his wicked mission. He rose up, the talk earlier during this period came back to his head. Enhilion felt that this was wrong, he had made his biggest mistake. But then again, would he want to sacrifice the sight of those waves for the life he had?