The Sentinels yet dawn is ever the hope of men

her brother did not long hesitate before he swept down upon her, her name on his lips. mona stood fast and atremble, rooted to the ruined earth until the touch of him broke her reverie. "i didn't know what had happened to you," she admitted, unable to keep the quaver from her lips as her murkwater gaze sought his own. he was taller, more filled, she decided.
"where did you go after ... after we left mom and c — dad?" the druidchild inquired, moving to his side and glancing toward what remained of the magick forest. she wished to walk with him, to explore the budding ghosts of the place, but the prospect of lasher's bones among the catacombs of donnelaith chilled mona in a way she could not understand.