Part 1581 of 5100 from book37
It only blooms in midwinter on the day of Christsbook43 birth. Staring up into the darkness of the tree she sent the thought upward I have come it has been a long time but I have come. For whom Ceribook58 didnt answer she stepped to the foot of the tree and took up one of the long thorns that littered the ground beneath it For me. The torch lit up as she grasped it and Cerian wondered what magic she possessed and then cleared the thought from her mind and began to move down the stairs. But I seek Cerian began and then stopped ahead of them stood an ancient tree its green thorny branches stark and bare.... more