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So many scepters have already been opened, Celeste thought, turning to look at the dark elves. How many harbingers have they killed? Because it didn’t just take blood, it took the dying blood of a harbinger.
How could they waste so many potential harbingers of light just to open the moon scepters?
“But how is such a thing to be done? How many people have you murdered?” Celeste asked. She couldn’t keep the outrage out of her voice.
Garth raised his hands for silence. The elves obeyed. “We are studying all possibilities to opening the scepters,” he said.
“And if blood is the only way to do it,” Charissa said. “We only choose those we know will join the darklings.”
“But an unchosen harbinger is impossible to tell if they will be a harbinger of darkness or a harbinger of light.” Celeste said. No one seemed to pay any attention to her now. Everyone was too lost in their own thoughts and the chieftains went back to easing the minds of the gathered elves.
Celeste melted back into line with Skye and Mari. She scanned the crowd looking for Daniken, but she couldn’t find her sister anywhere among the dark elves.
Celeste stood outside, oblivious to the cold and stared into the well beneath the tree. She couldn’t believe what had happened. How could the light elves side with the dark elves? How would they find another way to open the scepters?
At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before Garth sides with the dark elves and we are all blooding harbingers to open our scepters.
“Well, looks like that issue has been settled for us,” Mari said, joining Celeste in gazing into the well.
Celeste looked away from her reflection and to her shorter friend. Mari pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the well, which was chest high on Celeste. Skye came strolling along behind her and leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I think things are going in a very dangerous direction,” Celeste said, turning her attention back down to her reflection.
“Soon we will be heading down to the harbinger school and stealing away kids in the night,” Mari agreed.
“Just like humans thought we did in ancient times,” Skye said.
Celeste chuckled without humor. In days past humans were afraid of the elves and the fay folk who lived in the forest, they used to think they would come out at night and steal their children away, leaving behind one of their own brood to plague the family. Apparently elves were to blame for bad parenting.
“How far do you think Garth will let them go?” Mari asked.
Celeste turned and looked back at the meeting hall they’d just left. “I don’t think it’s really safe to talk about that here,” she said.
Mari nodded, slid off the well and led them all down the road and to her home. Celeste shut the door behind her and took off her boots. To the right of the door was a fireplace where embers glowed merrily. The one floor structure was warm and hung with soft blue tapestries. Large cushions were arranged on the floor for sitting, and Celeste took one closest to the fireplace.
Elf dwellings were a series of chambers without doors. In the back of the house was where the bathing chamber was customarily kept, and along the hallway from the main room to the bathing room were archways that led into the dining halls and sleeping chambers.
“I think Garth is getting weak and mindless,” Celeste said once they were all arranged on cushions. “He’s given way to the dark elves far too much lately, and though he says they will look for an alternative to harbinger blood, I don’t think he will.”
“What do you think will happen?” Skye asked her.
Mari picked up a carafe of wine and poured three mugs, listening intently to the conversation. She handed one to each of her guests. It was customary for the host to offer wine, and it was rude for the guests to refuse.
Celeste didn’t care for wine, so she tossed her drink back quickly to get
So many scepters have already been opened, Celeste thought, turning to look at the dark elves. How many harbingers have they killed? Because it didn’t just take blood, it took the dying blood of a harbinger.
How could they waste so many potential harbingers of light just to open the moon scepters?
“But how is such a thing to be done? How many people have you murdered?” Celeste asked. She couldn’t keep the outrage out of her voice.
Garth raised his hands for silence. The elves obeyed. “We are studying all possibilities to opening the scepters,” he said.
“And if blood is the only way to do it,” Charissa said. “We only choose those we know will join the darklings.”
“But an unchosen harbinger is impossible to tell if they will be a harbinger of darkness or a harbinger of light.” Celeste said. No one seemed to pay any attention to her now. Everyone was too lost in their own thoughts and the chieftains went back to easing the minds of the gathered elves.
Celeste melted back into line with Skye and Mari. She scanned the crowd looking for Daniken, but she couldn’t find her sister anywhere among the dark elves.
Celeste stood outside, oblivious to the cold and stared into the well beneath the tree. She couldn’t believe what had happened. How could the light elves side with the dark elves? How would they find another way to open the scepters?
At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before Garth sides with the dark elves and we are all blooding harbingers to open our scepters.
“Well, looks like that issue has been settled for us,” Mari said, joining Celeste in gazing into the well.
Celeste looked away from her reflection and to her shorter friend. Mari pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the well, which was chest high on Celeste. Skye came strolling along behind her and leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I think things are going in a very dangerous direction,” Celeste said, turning her attention back down to her reflection.
“Soon we will be heading down to the harbinger school and stealing away kids in the night,” Mari agreed.
“Just like humans thought we did in ancient times,” Skye said.
Celeste chuckled without humor. In days past humans were afraid of the elves and the fay folk who lived in the forest, they used to think they would come out at night and steal their children away, leaving behind one of their own brood to plague the family. Apparently elves were to blame for bad parenting.
“How far do you think Garth will let them go?” Mari asked.
Celeste turned and looked back at the meeting hall they’d just left. “I don’t think it’s really safe to talk about that here,” she said.
Mari nodded, slid off the well and led them all down the road and to her home. Celeste shut the door behind her and took off her boots. To the right of the door was a fireplace where embers glowed merrily. The one floor structure was warm and hung with soft blue tapestries. Large cushions were arranged on the floor for sitting, and Celeste took one closest to the fireplace.
Elf dwellings were a series of chambers without doors. In the back of the house was where the bathing chamber was customarily kept, and along the hallway from the main room to the bathing room were archways that led into the dining halls and sleeping chambers.
“I think Garth is getting weak and mindless,” Celeste said once they were all arranged on cushions. “He’s given way to the dark elves far too much lately, and though he says they will look for an alternative to harbinger blood, I don’t think he will.”
“What do you think will happen?” Skye asked her.
Mari picked up a carafe of wine and poured three mugs, listening intently to the conversation. She handed one to each of her guests. It was customary for the host to offer wine, and it was rude for the guests to refuse.
Celeste didn’t care for wine, so she tossed her drink back quickly to get
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