'My dear beloved,
It has been so long since I last laid my eyes on you. If it had not been for your short letters which you send, I would have been worried about your well being. But I am glad you are fairing well. As for me, I am still holding on here. I want you to know that I am trying every means possible to do what you have asked and…' Neriah paused. She looked at the little piece of paper she was writing on, staring blankly at it as ink dropped from her quill pen, covering the last word she had written down.
Neriah readjusted her hair behind her ear as the cool noon breeze swept into the room, bringing a somewhat distant but loud chant with it. That sort of chant was probably coming from the training ground, Neriah thought as she stared at the quill pen in her hand.
