Chapter 5

Could Aron be telling the truth? Could I really be half-Elf? The notion both thrilled and terrified him. He dumped the dregs from the soot-stained coffee pot over the fire before he stalked off to his camper.

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When Aron returned to the Elven camp, a few of the Elves still sat around the flickering blue flame of their mage-fire. Aron stepped back into his place in the circle and gazed at the faces turned his way. No one spoke. They did not need to. Telepathy served them in lieu of speech more often than not.

His lieutenant looked up, caught and held Aron’s gaze. A slight smile and keen curiosity painted Harlane’s narrow face. ::You saw your kinsman? Is he willing to ally with us and accept our aid?::