Court of the black heart Stories

I stood in the parking lot outside the Ranger station in Yosemite Valley, looking at Akasha. Her words were still ringing in my ears. “An Emissary?” I asked. Anton had told me stories of when he was an emissary for the High Court. Why would we be receiving an emissary? I thought it was too soon for the High Court to have taken notice of us. I turned and looked at Anton. “My Lord,” Anton looked at me, “It is not uncommon f...