Fire danced around Eldarion as he struggled through the burning streets of Veldanar. Why now? How could he have faltered in his watch? The windward was gone! With it had died any hope of an end to this darkness. A whirling noise grabbed his attention, with a movement born of instinct Eldarion dropped moments before the black tipped arrow impaled itself into the hard wood of the door frame.
He scanned the dark streets, his eyes staring into the gloom, something was out there- but where? Silence everywhere

A rasping sound to his right alerted him, drawing his sword he feinted to the left, his steel meeting hard shadow. He gasped as it was wrenched from his hand
Cruel laughter burned his mind.
“It seems the legendary pragmatism of the Stone Lords was not unfounded” the voice carried power, power that made Eldarion shiver,and remember
Defiant, Eldarion raised his head to the cruel eyes, and clutching his bloodied arm snarled
“The Light will never be dimmed,for you are not the lord of this world”