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Chapter 15

Time had taken its toll on Lasentia. Her once chestnut hair had faded into
light silver. She still retained her beauty, a gift of her elven blood, but
her hair belied her age to any who knew her long ago. Almost a millennium had
she been alive, and yet it had seemed almost fleeting before her. Such was
inevitable with the taking of a wife, time with friends good and bad, and
countless adventures she could still recall. She had but only blinked it
seemed and the time from Issandril's death to growing old with Telene had
passed.

The Inn she called home had known no shortage of heralds, but few walked its
halls now. Her brother Charlee she'd not seen in many moons. Uial had
returned, but her attentions were to rebuilding the Heralds. Braell was
randomly about, but she had never felt the kinship with him she had with the
others. Telene was at her side still, but she knew Telene could not help her
understand her place. She adored her, and Lasentia never regretted a moment
of their time, but old age brings the musings of one's place in Thera. Of
one's mark, if one has left one at all.

She never answered Iunna about her place among the Heralds, perhaps because
she knew she never truly belonged. She was merely a transient in need of a
warm place to stay, a place perhaps where she grew too comfortable and had
forgotten who she truly was. The last Crescent Shadow. She wore the crescent
clasp still, now tied with a ribbon of Telene's color. But she was soft. She
did not steal anymore. Did not tease people for her own amusement. She merely
idled along as history passed her by. She began to remember though, her past
when she had been far different.

A slight smile came to her as she recalled swindling the dwarves, of the kind
dwarf villager who saved her once and who had been the closest thing to a
father besides Issandril that she had known. That dwarf had long ago perished
no doubt, returning to the stone just as he had said. And she had never even
asked his name.

At that thought she felt a small crystalline tear form and trickle down her
cheek. That was just it. He was gone. They all were. Her past no longer
existed, only she did. The embodiment of those memories. And when she died,
all traces would be gone.