Book One: Chapter Ten
Allora and Adalla stood on the balcony with their silky raven-black hair uncovered and hanging to mid-back in their formless flowing gossamer nightgowns. Around the neck of each was a long necklace with a stone pendant. They were gazing out at the horizon and where the forest obscured the end of the road. Allora was resting her folded arms on a pillow perched on the edge of the balcony. Clouds obscured the stars so the sky was pitch black except for the large red moon. “I can’t wait,” Allora said with a grin. “Shouldn’t they have arrived by now? Maybe they aren’t coming,” Adalla shrugged. “They will come,” Allora said with certainty. “Let’s relax on the bed,” Adalla said before yawning. “Alright.” Allora left the pillow on the edge. Soon after they had got into bed, Adalla fell asleep. Allora was content to gaze at the crackling fire from her position beneath the sheets. A moment after Adalla began snoring there was the sound of a rock hitting their wall ou...