Preparation

The humans joined us early afternoon from their camp set up several miles behind us and set about resting after their long march. I was anxious. The elves' pace was quickening as they neared us and the sound drilled through me like a current; it would be easy for them to over power my newly developed senses and make me do their bidding. Princess Eddia stared at me, her eyes flicking up every so often from sharpening her diamond sharp blade or polishing her immaculate shield. Jibril was trying to better his flawless aim. High King Marlow was reciting the already memorised sequence of magical words. 

I paced. 

What else could I do?

Then the sun dipped towards the horizon and I faced east.

They were here. 

The End

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