Chapter 3

“It shouldn’t be so shocking to realize you carry the same strain, or a related one. We need that, as much as we can gather, to combat the new invaders. That’s why I’m here. Other Elven warriors will come and assist if you’ll have us. “

Clay exhaled, almost a sigh. “Yes, I’ve gathered all the people I can find with wild talents and unusual powers but they’re too few. Humanity has stamped out anything we term paranormal pretty thoroughly. It’s been a millennia-long witch-hunt. Are you telling me the gifted folk are all of Elven stock?”

Aron shook his head. “Oh, no, there are many other sources for magic and powers. They crop up in every race and kind of human. I believe all humankind had them at one time, but they’ve been allowed to atrophy, been rejected and scorned to the point they’re almost extinct. Just like your own case.” He left that statement hanging for a few seconds and then went on.