Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the sky is thick with hissing shafts that plop into the mud and crunch into timber. Some crunch into flesh as well: Poorly-made and poorly-aimed, nevertheless there are enough Goblin arrows that some find a target, if only by ill-fate.
Luned cries out as she feels the bite of one, even as Heulwen and the other Rangers return fire. Falling, her dying eyes behold the distant Goblin fort; forever out of her reach now. Purging it will have to fall to her sisters- she can already feel her soul slipping away. Dimly, she hears Heulwen calling for the Rangers to advance, sees her beckon the Elven warriors forwards, onto the attack.
Soon, her spirit will be returned to the forest: Luned feels pain, and fear, but a growing sense of calm too. Little by little, the scales of balance will be restored. By day's end, she feels certain that the forest will again be at peace. Her only regret is that she will not get to see it.
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