Chapter 120

El-kor stood on the small, jutting rock ledge that served as his perch on the mountain.

The moon was cut in half as it stood in the centre of the dark, speckled canvas.

His dark silhouette seemed to silence the snow covered trees behind him.

He had no troublesome companion with him, a fact for which he was grateful.

He turned gracefully as he heard the sounds of footsteps brushing through the snow.

He waited as the figure emerged from the trees and shook the snow from his shoulders. The pair both wore their glamours. They both wore a cotton tunic over human skin of a dark colour, their boots covered the little bit of trouser that one could see. Their hair, identical in colour draped to their waist, majestically pinned so as to look like kings.

The only detail that would reveal that these were not human was the fact that their eyes were both a milky white, the same white you'd find on a dead man. The stench that seemed to cloud over them was not a nuisance to either.

"Were you able to do it?" He asked, his voice like a bat's.

"Yes." The newcomer replied.

"How did she react?"

"She seemed perfectly terrified, My Lord."

"Excellent. Any news on where her mate is yet?"

"He has gone to the entrance of the Faerie Realm. Along with Thresh's Fae."

El-kor breathed in as if he'd just found the purest of oxygen.

"Our master will be pleased to hear it."

Their plan was slowly coming together, just a few more pieces left on the board.

The second nodded and left the way he'd come. He was one of the few Elves that could cast his image elsewhere. His ability came in handy when one wanted to speak or relay information to one far away.

El-kor smiled evilly as he transported himself to the lair of the Elves. Laid before him on a table was a map of the target. A place where great power lived. Power he wanted. Or he should say, power his master wanted.