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“If you want to save your woman, follow!”
There are many questions on my mind, and part of me wonders if Sierra is even still safe. But I don’t get any closer to saving her just sitting around, pondering what to do.
And, I remind myself, I can still smell her and the child.
We move down through the forests, and I begin to realize that we’re not heading toward Sierra at all.
“Where are we going?” I ask. “I know you can smell her, but she’s in the opposite direction.”
“We’re not going to your woman,” Lorganus says.
He is even more cryptic than I am. I follow behind him closely, still uncertain. The forests are quiet, save for the rushing wind that crests over a nearby pond.
“Where are we going?” I ask again.
Lorganus clicks his fangs. He’s rifling over trees and branches, looking at the ground, trying to find something indeterminate.
“Where we’re going is somewhere you haven’t been since the relocation.”
“Relocation?” I immediately know what he’s talking about.
“Elven magic is a damned shameful thing, but it does have its uses,” Lorganus says.
And before I realize what’s happening, Lorganus has retrieved a pink crystal from out of a tree hollow.
He whispers into it. I try to overhear him, but as I lean over, he huddles away.
I watch the forest, quiet and still. The wind blows through the trees in such a way that they all sing at once, their branches and leaves rustling in the wind.
I feel at peace here. It takes me back to a simpler time.
But as I watch the forest, I suddenly feel my eyes peeling away. The groves and hollows expand and shrink, mounds forming where there were none, and the pristine pond vanishes before my eyes.
In place of the forested area I was just looking at, I recognize our huts and caverns cropping up against the neighboring mountains.
“Blasphemous,” I utter quietly.
“You might think so,” Lorganus says. “But some of us have longed for some stability. We wanted to live undisturbed. And as long as the dark elves don’t know what they’re looking for, they aren’t going to find us.”
I nod, understanding his point but still surprised to realize the depth of their trick.
“I’ll call for a meeting,” Lorganus says. “I think if you want them to listen to you, you’re better off making your case.”
I look at him, perplexed.
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you think we’re here?” Lorganus asks. “The two of us don’t stand a chance against so many elves. Look at what they did to your arm.”
He gestures down to my arm, but I flex it, clearly demonstrating that it’s in perfect shape.
He’s not convinced.
“But if you can get the rest of our tribe on your side, maybe we stand a chance of saving your girl.”
“Her name is Sierra.”
“‘Your girl named Sierra then.”
