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how the other harbingers know to come here, and we can’t even be sure that we are the only settlement of harbingers in all the nine worlds. I fear if we are the only school that we will be grossly outnumbered before long.”
    “So you and the elves work together?” Leona asked. “How does that work with the dark elves wanting to open the scepters?”
    “We don’t get into their politics. We’ve stressed how we feel about the scepters being opened, but we can’t afford strife with the elves when they are one of our only allies now.”
    “One of?” Abagail asked. “There are other allies?”
    “Of a sort, but they aren’t here in the settlement. There are dwarves to the south that we check in on during circuits, and we have a few harbingers staying with them, keeping an eye on other hotspots of darkling activity.”
    “And what did Rowan mean just now?” Abagail asked. “What are the other reasons that harbingers might not make it here?”
    Fen sighed and shook his head. “We’ve heard rumors.”
    “More than rumors,” Rowan said.
    “Maybe you’d like to tell this part?” Fen gestured to Rowan sarcastically. Rowan, however, didn’t pay him any mind and went right ahead.
    “We have light elves that report back to us, as you can imagine.”
    “Skye?” Abagail asked. Her stomach twitched at his name.
    Rowan nodded. “And Mari until she was killed. At any rate, opening the scepters requires the blood of unclaimed harbingers.”
    “But how would they know that?” Leona asked.
    “Exactly our point,” Fen said. “They would have had to test the theory.”
    “And we are only speculating at the fact that they may have enough blood already stored to open all of the scepters,” Rowan said.
    “That’s why Daniken wanted me,” Abagail said to herself.
    “She was trying to kill you to open Celeste’s scepter,” Leona said.
    “It takes the dying blood,” Rowan said. “We assume that the dying blood doesn’t have to be fresh in order to do it.”
    “What’s more, we’ve heard that many of the dark elves already have their scepters open,” Fen said.
    “So maybe they aren’t telling you every time someone arrives on Agaranth or when someone’s power awakens,” Abagail pointed out.
    “We’ve thought of that too,” Rowan said.
    “That’s part of the reason we encourage our harbingers to spend so many nights in New Landanten. Maybe they can hear something from a drunken dark elf that they shouldn’t.” Fen splayed his hands out wide as if he could only hope.
    “But what about the light elves?” Leona asked. “Are you sure you can trust all of them?”
    “No,” Rowan said, shaking her head. “There are only a few we trust, two of which brought you back here.”
    “Skye and Celeste,” Abagail nodded.
    “Exactly right,” Rowan confirmed.
    All of this was making Abagail’s head spin.
    “I’m sorry, this must be a lot for you. We can get into all of that later. You should really settle in before you start joining too many parties up at New Landanten. Please know that not every novice harbinger knows about this and only a few are spying for us. So keep this to yourselves,” Fen said.
    “Are we two new spies?” Leona asked with a smile.
    Rowan nodded, and Fen smiled.
    “If you’d like to be,” Fen said.
    “I very much would!” Leona nodded excitedly.
    Abagail nodded as well. Something more was coming. The dreams she’d been having made her feel like a dark cloud was just on the edge of the time mankind had left, and if she could help stop that dark cloud from engulfing all of the nine worlds, she’d do what she had to.
    “That can wait though, for now, I want to formally welcome you to Haven. You’ve been told what your jobs are, and you will do those at various times through the day as your training schedule allows.”
    “How long does training last?” Abagail wondered.
    “And what happens to us after training. Do we go to live with other races, like the dwarves, or