"Just lay back and stare at the stars, Sis,"  Justin said to Judith.  "Remember, Mom and Dad are up there, looking back down at us."
	"Justin," she began, still curled up with her face in her knees.  She was still crying.  "Do you really have to go?  Why can't you stay here with me?"  He sighed heavily, then sat up and brushed the strands of blonde hair off her face.  He would still be crying as well, but he had to take care of Judith now.
	"Cheer up, Sis.  You know I'd come with you, but we don't have enough money for us both to enroll at the wizard's acadamy, and I can't take you with me.  It's a dangerous world out there, and you weren't old enough for Dad to teach you how to use a sword.  I don't want you getting into trouble."  Justin smiled and gave his sister a much needed hug.  She still stared at her knees.
	"I lost Mom and Dad already.  I don't want to lose you, too."  She sniffled as another wave of tears came.
	"C'mon Sis.  Isn't there anything that I can do to cheer you up?"  Judith gave no answer.  He sighed and plopped back to the grass, staring at the stars, wondering what his father would have done.  "Ethelio-s, a dunadar-lien," he sang slowly, hoping that his mother's song would cheer Judith.  She was still crying, and began to bury her face further into her knees.
	"Judith," he said, sitting back up.  He took her hand and waited for her to look up.  "I promise to you now, by the moon and stars and the grass, by everything in myself, that I will come back for you."  She smiled slightly and wiped her sapphire eyes with the long sleeve of her dress.
	"You really mean it?" she said, sniffling again as Justin nodded.  He had never once gone against his word, as their father had taught.  She smiled slightly and hugged her brother tightly, knowing that this would be their last night together for a very long time.  "Sing me a song, brother.  The one that Daddy used to sing."  The boy smiled.
	He loved to sing, and he loved this song of his father.  He rolled onto his back, staring at the stars, still holding his sister's hand.  This would be the last time he would sing this song to his sister for several years at least. He inhaled deeply and began singing slowly the song his father had taught him.  It had always reminded him of a gentle spring rain.  Just sitting at the window, staring into the falling water.  

	E-vin-il, a good elf was he,
	Fallen in a distant land
	E-vin-il, fate was unkind,
	For no-one knows your name.

	All he ever wanted,
	All he ever cared,
	Was to earn some fame and glory
	He died unknown instead.

	He brought his tale with him,
	All he ever had,
	And told it to Adunadain,
	Adventure came to the Diamond land.

	A quest of the Faithe

And this is how the song went in its slow way:

	Fourteen diamonds from one land
	Left their homes and families
	Singing and laughing as they went,
	Never guessing those darkest deeds.

	The first was Adunadain,
	A mighty Elf unloved by men.
	Once champion of the kingdom,
	He would never be again.

	Second was the good Sir Tyrian,
	Master of the King's forces,
	Brave and mighty and kind,
	None knew a downfall of his.

	Third came Lord Cermoon,
	A jolly and fine warrior.
	A simple man was he,
	Never seeking fame or splendor.

	His good friend was the forth,
	Rerrin was his name.
	Brilliant in strategy and tact,
	As his body was lame.

	Visarin came in fifth,
	Presenting his broad grin,
	He loved to tell a tale.
	Greed was his only sin.

	The sixth and seventh brothers,
	Always in competition.
	Samuel and Ezichel,
	Tied they were at the end.

	The eighth knew no fear,
	Nor no strategy.
	A berserker he was,
	His name was strength, Danee.

	A warrior of trickery,
	He was number nine.
	Feinting was his forte,
	Aethan was a warrior fine.

	Ten was Golben the Wise;
	He could solve any riddle.
	A rapier was his weapon,
	As his stature was quite little.

	Willis the Falcon, Stomav the Shield,
	Alin the Voice, and Ken the Keen,
	These were the others,
	Eleven through fourteen.

	Also came along a bard.
	Evinil, he was called,
	An Elf with talent and wit,
	Even Lord Cermoon was appalled.

	As so these fourteen journeyed,
	Accompannied by the bard,
	To the east they were led,
	Unknown to be a herd.

	Left as one with swords in hand.
	They headed for a distant star.
	None knew that they'd go so far.
	Marching with their heads held high.

	They were the most proud knights,
	The land's and king's brightest lights,