The Order of Light

Someone was taken. Or dead.

The surge of power didn't tell you which. The letter in your saddlebag was the only thing that kept you from turning around. The Light was no longer your order. This was the last time you would feel the power granted by those they protected. You would soon have your own.

If it hadn't called you away from a culling of the winter goblins you might have thought it was some kind of joke. You really hoped it wasn't Marie's energy you just felt. You'd left the task almost finished but one never... those thoughts weren't helping. Or properly distracting you.

You couldn't help but wonder why you? How had the Arch-Priestess known your name? You were just...