Aeärwen's Little Bits - 19. Fresh Start
With no warning, the very ground began to shake and the air of the city filled with the keening of those in fear of their lives.
Alatar dashed outside his hall, set on a rise overlooking the sprawling city, just in time to see the tall, dark spires of the central temple dedicated to the Dark Lord tip in upon themselves and come crashing down, killing all caught within the dark walls.
A cleaner air lifted white hair and billowed blue robes. The wizard smiled, knowing his time had come.
At last his work - and Pallando's - could begin.