The Sentinels all hope in eclipse

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It had been an out of body experience to watch the events unfold this; Emaleth, ever in the shadows, ever on the fringes, stood apart from the desperate movements of her family. Her mismatched eyes were locked upon the still form of her father, and in her bones she knew. A cold steel wall went up around her heart, slow with the numbness of shock, but building faster and faster with each heartbeat.

Inside that wall, her heart had shattered and then crumbled to dust. There was a tempest of rage and sorrow that whirled within the metal cage, and the young witch had done what she must to prevent the storm from engulfing her. Outwardly, she remained still. Her voice remained silent, and the child that loved to sing made no noise; for singing reminded her of a time when her father lived and had joined with her.

Ever since her accidental curse, misfortune had befallen Donnelaith at every turn. Emaleth blamed herself, wholly, and the faces of her family personified her crushing guilt.

She slipped away between the darkness of the forests edge, disappearing into its heart. They would be distracted, tending to her father's vessel, and were used to her distance. It would be some time before they noticed.