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Daughter of the Light
By Louise Andersen
Published by Louise Andersen at Amazon
Copyright 2011 Louise Andersen
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Chapter 1
Mistby inn
The day slipped into evening with haze and drizzle. She pulled the cloak closer around her and
wiped the rain from her face with her sleeve. Vanil huffed in annoyance and tossed her head. They
had been riding all day as they had done it the day before, and Vanil was getting tired. So was she
The night they had spent in the open. She had ofte n done so together with Elior, but being alone, it
was not as exciting. She had not slept much. She had woken up at every sound and even though she
had quickly identified the bird or the deer that had made the sound, the fear had stuck inside.
She was not used to being alone and she definitely did not like it. Vanil was also uneasy. Every
now and then, she turned her head to look at her rider, and it was as if she asked why they were still
riding alone. Where was O loty? Where was Elior?
Enilia had no answer to the question in the mare’s gentle brown eyes. She patted her quietly on
the neck. The fine drizzle had soaked the mare’s skin as well as her own clothes. The hair from the
mare’s neck stuck to her hand, and she distractedly wiped it off on her pants.
They neared Mistby now. She could glimpse the lights from the town ahead of her. They had
followed the wide road from Tinby all the way here. Not an exciting trip as the ones they would
normally take, Elior and her, when they went out on adventures. However, would it not be the road
he would have taken?
She slowed down as they came close to the town. The houses reared up above her in several
stories. The town wall was unguarded and covered in wines and climbers in several places. The gate
that led into town was wide-open on rusty hinges. It had not been used in decades.
She rode through the gate and Vanil’s hoofs struck shrilling raps against the cobblestones on the
main street. She had never been in Mistby before. When she and Elior left Tinby, they avoided the
towns. It was in the forests and out in the open they sought the adventures. Not among human
beings. Marian had never seen any reasons to take them to Mistby either.