The Light of Dawn, Part 1 The child huddled silently in the corner of the room, trying and failing to quell the tears that fell down his elven face. His eyes were unable to leave the still forms that lay in the middle of the room, and his ears unable to stop the harsh, raucous laughter that drifted up from downstairs. He heard crashing and banging as his parents' belongings were rifled through and broken if they were found to be of little value. His eyes were still wide and wet as he gazed at the bodies of his mother and father, laying where they had fallen. His father had been a powerful mage, and his mother no less powerful herself. They had fought hard to keep h