[Athilea Majiri]

She shook her head at his response, "What are you?" The way he had fought, the change in his eyes. Whatever he was, it was not something she had ever encountered before. Unfortunately, it did not appear that she would be getting an answer on the any time soon. Instead of responding to her question, the man walked off to meet with a mixed group of Elves and Humans.

Why were they together like that? Did it mean her people had won? All she could do was wait for a response. As soon as the healers arrived by her side her questions were hushed and she was pushed down so that her wound could be tended to. They used herbs and magical chants to knit the wound back together, but that did nothing for the ashen color or her skin. Nor did it keep her from having a scar left behind.

When James returned she looked up at him, her anger still strong. She would fight him again, and she would win next time. This man would not be allowed to defeat her. Just as she was about to say something to that accord, one of the human soldiers walked up and tried to pull him aside. Though she could not understand everything that was said, it had to do with her people. It was almost as though he were trying to get his Lord to decide what to do with them. She could not believe that though.