Illith jerked in her restless sleep. Words rang in her head, telling a riddle, a clue, the beginning of a journey.
I am here, you are here,
Are they there?
Anywhere
First, an easy one
For you birds
Have you heard?
An attack
A misplaced prince
And a wrong squire
Now go back.
Next you see,
You will have two of the three
In a place little known,
She will have the bow
Now it is time
For the last of this rhyme
Unknown, Unknown
What goes on will
Chill you to the bone
If you can solve my subtle clues,
Peace will be restored to you.
