Veronica Arterbury - Fantasy

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The silver moon rose high over Eryndor, casting its pale light upon the tranquil forests and glistening spires that stood like sentinels against the night. The great trees whispered secrets in the wind, their branches stretching wide as though to touch the heavens themselves. Beneath their shadows, in the heart of the elven kingdom, peace reigned, for now. But peace was a fragile thing, like the faintest mist upon the morning air, easily disturbed by the sl