For The Love Of Aragon
Part V
Princess Devon had traveled alone on her scouting
mission
Her father would have been most displeased
Had he known...he did not
She waited for the cover of darkness
Then she carefully approached the camp
As she neared, she noticed that one tent was different
from the rest
It seemed almost to glow
And not as with a fire
But with an otherworldly glow
She was drawn to the tent as a moth to a flame
Even so, she remembered her training
And approached with great care
When finally she was able to see inside
It took all of her control not to scream
For there, inside the tent
In the camp of her enemy
Was the Wizard of Darkness
Terri Lyn Stanfield
Reulyn@aol.com
2/12/2001