Light Renewed – March 1419

The dark had hung like a black patch of night that refused the dawn, sitting upon the southeastern horizon, deepening for days, until at last it cleared, blown to tatters by the wind, and hope rose slowly in their hearts again.  Some evil will had been thwarted, some deed had been done, and hands firmed upon bow and staff as new resolve glimmered in certain eyes.  Terror and pride warred in Estella’s soul, watching her brother ride out, quiver full and head held high for the first time since September.  The ruffians would sleep ill tonight, and every night thereafter.