Nendarea emerged from her private home deep within the forest of Greater Faydark, to walk the paths she remembered from her childhood long ago.

For years she had been away from the sacred groves of her home,
leading the armies of Dol Amroth to battle the evils that have ruled Norrath for so long.  
As she walked the forgotten trails, she recalled the battles of the past,
the loss of many loved ones, and her own brushes with death.  

For a moment she wondered if it had all been worth it.  She questioned her sacrifice, if what she fought for was all for naught.  By leaving her homeland to join the ranks of battle, spending what seemed an eternity at the front-line, she forfeited the life
most young maidens know - a life of play, bliss, and peace.

It was at this moment, lost in her thoughts, that she emerged from the thick cover of the forest to the shining gates of Felwithe.  The tall golden walls rivaled the majesty of the sun and the clouds far above, and a sense of emotion overcame Nendarea.

"This is what I had fought for,"
she whispered, tears beginning to form around her eyes.

The mere sight of Felwithe gave her the sense of pride and vindication she sought.
If not for her and her efforts, perhaps there would no longer be a Felwithe.

People began to peek out the windows, catching a glance at Nendarea Evilslayer,
whose arrival they had been expecting for so long.

She returned home to the people of Felwithe
That she dedicated her life to protect.

Chosen by her loving goddess Karana long ago,
Nendarea Evilslayer has lived to fulfill her calling.

The gates of Felwithe now open without fear,
For today, a hero is welcomed.

Today, the Angel of Felwithe has returned home.