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and other fruit of the land,” The elf said. She turned towards the Great Hall. “Many think they only-“
    Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light enveloped the group.
    The immediate boom of thunder knocked them to the ground.
    Kellabald looked up to see the lightning bolt had hit the elf. In a purple glow, the elf was held suspended above their heads in a sphere of crackling light, sparking as the heavy rain hit the globe of lightning.
    “What-!?” Yulenth yelled.
    Wynnfrith, Halldora and Alrhett ran from the funeral hut out into the rain.
    Hovering above the group, the elf arched her back in pain, her arms spread, head tipped up to the black rain clouds.
    The Archer rose and rushed to the ball of light, which held the elf. Yulenth tackled the Archer.
    “No!” Yulenth cried, “no one touch it. I have seen men burnt to death by lightning.”
    “We must help her!” Wynnfrith said.
    “How do we get her out of that thing if it will kill us!?” Kellabald yelled.
    The Archer nocked a flint tipped arrow. His arrow flew to the edge of the ball of light and exploded into flaming ash.
    “Use a black arrow!” Yulenth said. The Archer hesitated. “For pity’s sake!”
    The Archer nocked a black arrow and shot at the same spot, away from the elf. Again there was an explosion of flame, but the black arrowhead fell to the ground glowing red hot. The sphere of electricity slightly dimmed.
    Inside the sphere, the elf felt the whole world go white. She knew she might die. She felt the flames of her ancestor’s spirits nearby. She knew she was being held by the Lord of the garonds, held to stop the progress of this group. She wanted to tell them to run. They needed to leave Rion Ta immediately. The pain was all encompassing. All the world was a blinding white.
    Outside the cage of crackling power, the group gathered in frustrated urgency.
    “What do we do?” Alrhett cried.
    “Wait, wait.” Yulenth held his hand to his mouth, his mind working furiously. “The power must go to the earth... as it always does. This has not, through accident or design, this lightning has not moved to the earth. So it needs a clear path.”
    Yulenth walked around the elf and her prison, his eyes blazing, his mind worked feverishly.
    “Ah!” Yulenth called. “A spear!”
    Kellabald moved forward with the spear he held.
    “Wait!” Cried Yulenth. As Kellabald’s spear came close to the sphere of power, a finger of light licked out to Kellabald’s spear slamming him back. Wynnfrith ran to his side. He was shaken, but unharmed.
    “No, no...” Yulenth puzzled. “He who holds the spear will be killed. Who will hold the spear?” Yulenth turned in a tight circle, furiously thinking. “Ah! The earth will hold it!”
    Yulenth leapt to Kellabald’s spear. He held it straight skyward, but a good distance from the ball of lightning encasing the paralyzed elf. “Everyone back!” Yulenth called. With the spear firmly on the ground, he let go and the spear toppled towards the orb of purple electricity.
    As the falling spear touched the prison of energy, a pop of light and blast of sound slammed the group to the mud of Rion Ta. The elf fell to the earth in pain, but alive.
    The Archer rushed to her side. The others crowded around in concern.
    “We must flee. He has garond troops on the way,” she said, then fainted. Kellabald looked around at his wife and the others, and then turned to the Archer.
    “So we must go our separate ways sooner than I had hoped,” Kellabald said to him.
    The Archer nodded in agreement. Cradling the elf, he reached for and pocketed the black arrowhead at his feet.
    Lightning flashed again from far across the Meadowlands, followed by the grumble of thunder.
    The night grew dark again, both of earth’s moons hidden by the black rain clouds.
    “How is she?” Wynnfrith asked.
    “The elf is alive, but unconscious,” The Archer said examining the strange creature comatose in his arms.
    “Should she be moved?” Alrhett