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Liyanna I, Part 3: Liyanna | Chapter 26


An odd sense of detachment overtook her. The weapon became an extension of her arm. She fought three men, her defense almost perfect. If she left an opening and one of her opponents attempted to use it, Liyanna was quick to counterattack. At the back of her mind, she worried over her opponents’ inability to tire. In a while, she would slow, someone would notice, and the fight would be over. It angered her when she thought of what would happen if she lost. Kelor-dan’s deceit and Pellinor’s betrayal fueled it further. (more…)


Liyanna I, Part 3: Liyanna | Chapter 25


Liyanna was restless despite her busy schedule meditating and studying history, politics, ethics and the arts, that training in Indariki became a regular outlet. Her energy spent at the end of the day, there was almost no room for thinking about personal affairs. She had seen Reno the morning after he and his Guards arrived at her doorstep. He had reported that Arty had been captured by the Zertans’ men. He was sure of it now but the rescue mission could not be executed. The Council had blocked travel to lower dimensions. (more…)

Liyanna I, Part 3: Liyanna | Chapter 24


Her eyes flew open at the sound of glass breaking.

Oh, no. She cringed inwardly at the sight of her surroundings. She was neither in Merleina nor in Kelor-dan’s palace.

Liyanna had been practicing the lessons she had with the Rituvan in her spare time. A week ago, he had begun teaching her new breathing patterns for initiating Merkaba. She was surprised that the technique came easily to her and made her first trip in two days. Those who watched her training, including Kelor-dan, did not comment on the pace of her progress. On the days the Prince was present, she would sense Pellinor nearby. They obviously did not trust the Rituvan, even if he had bound himself to her service. Still, everyone encouraged her to learn what she can by allowing her to use Merkaba within the realm. Her few short trips were not perfect; yet, it had never thrown her this far from her chosen destination.

Footsteps ran up the stairs. One pair, light and quick; the other, heavier and slower.

The crunch of glass made her look down. She was sitting on broken glass. Another crunch. She looked up. Reno bent over her worriedly and glanced past her.

“Is she okay?” Liyanna jerked at the familiar voice. Pain seared her hand. The sudden movement had caused a glass shard to pierce her hand.

“Yes,” Reno replied. To Liyanna, he said: Can you heal it?

She shook her head.

A shadow crossed his features. Instinctively, she expanded her awareness. The place was teeming with people. Mindy and Reno; a stranger downstairs; the Black Guards. Each Guard was fighting two mindless beings. The Black Guard Commander was torn between family and duty.

“Go,” Liyanna said.

Reno’s head snapped towards her, he had been mentally communicating with his men. The stranger downstairs was moving and Reno was still staring at her. Before he could react, she twisted towards Mindy and flung the glass that had hurt her. It hit the person that had sneaked up behind her friend. The man lost his balance and fell down the stairs.

“Commander. Go.”

“I can’t leave you both,” Reno said in Merleinan.

She fisted her hands to hide its shaking, but Reno was quicker and noticed it.

“Liyanna. You’re my priority.”

“Not anymore,” a voice boomed in their minds, making them flinch. A man in a pin-striped suit came out of Arturion’s room.

“Haron,” Reno said in a deceptively calm voice. He moved between her and his spy. A hand nudged hers. I’ll deal with him. Take it and go.

She took the objects from him and retreated to Mindy’s side. Before she could touch her friend, the spy vanished and reappeared in front of her.

No one’s going anywhere. He smirked at her, his hand grabbing her arm tightly.

A quick peek at the Commander and she knew she was on her own. Reno was already fighting three men. One of the stones he had given her was smooth and faceted ending in a sharp point at its tip. Adjusting the object in her palm, she slashed it across the man’s face. A jagged gash formed, some of the blood spattering on her. His hold tightened even more. Anger flared in his eyes.

Then, there was a blur of movement. The spy screamed, cupping his face with both hands. Liyanna looked beside her. Mindy’s hand was raised, gripping a can of pepper spray. Quickly, she embraced her best friend and said: “Close your eyes.”

Light engulfed them both.

She was back in her bedroom with Kelor-dan and a distressed Theona standing in the middle of it, probably discussing her disappearance. At the end of the room, the tapestry draping the doorframe was moved aside and Pellinor entered.

Liyanna cleared her throat. They all turned to the sound and saw her and Mindy. They were definitely not expecting Liyanna to be bringing a human into their realm.

“I got lost,” she said.

“Well, it seems Liyanna has managed to find her way back. If my services are no longer required here, Kelor-dan…” Pellinor trailed off.

A nod from the Prince and the Captain left.

Theona returned into her tree. Kelor-dan took her bloodied hand and examined the wound. “This is not your blood,” he said. How much does she know?

Mindy stood frozen in place with a dreamy quality in her eyes. Kelor-dan had cast his Glamour on her.

I don’t know, Liyanna said helplessly and recounted the events starting from her accidental trip to the third dimension.

The Prince released her hand. The pain had gone, momentarily itching but that receded, too. Her palm was flawless once more. “You will have to decide what to do with your friend. Remember that you shall always have my support.”

The willow’s drooping leaves parted for Kelor-dan. He would come back when she had decided. Liyanna returned to her friend’s side. The Prince tolerated Mindy’s presence for her sake but he would not have a mortal human see him.

“Mindy.” The effect was instant. Mindy snapped back to reality. Her head whipped from side to side, taking in her surroundings. She tripped on her own feet and her backside landed against the carpeted floor.

“Where are we?” she breathed. Mindy turned to the person who had brought her to an unfamiliar location in mere seconds. “Where’s Uncle Reno? What is this place? How did we get here? And what are you?” she asked, her voice rising after each question.

Hurt stabbed Liyanna with the last one even if it was understandable in a human’s perspective. It’s not often you meet a person who travels faster than the speed of light. She noticed how Mindy’s gaze shifted from her face to her blood-stained hands. Liyanna’s hand twitched. It took all her willpower not to hide them behind her.

“Mindy, it’s me. Kristina,” she spoke in Filipino, the words feeling foreign in her mouth. Still, Mindy looked at her blankly. “Remember when you had a terrible migraine back in college?” No response. “I healed you using energy and your headache disappeared completely.”

Mindy searched her face for the old Kristina. The shape of her face, her nose and eyes were all too familiar. “Tina?”

Liyanna nodded.

“It’s really you.” Mindy scrambled to her feet and hugged her best friend.

Liyanna awkwardly returned the embrace, taking care not to further ruining her friend’s muddy clothes. “We thought you died in the fire. There was a body and— what happened to you? You look so different.”

“I might have or worse.”

Mindy took a step back to look at her in confusion.

“I was lucky Arturion came.”


“Arty’s real name. He rescued me from Them. I had to make everyone believe that I died to keep all of you safe.”

“Who’s Them? Is this a disguise or—?” Mindy touched several strands of blond hair. “Whoa. This feels real,” she said, her eyes wide. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” She wasn’t lying. Her feelings and thoughts matched her words. Mindy was just so glad to see her best friend alive that everything that had happened lost its importance.

Liyanna had never been more grateful to her friend. She had felt marooned in a strange land with no one to trust, not even her memories. Everybody was in awe of her presence and innate abilities; the braver ones were friendly to her but she could see that behind their smiles hid an ulterior motive; those she could trust wanted to protect her from just about everything; the rest were complete strangers to her. She and Mindy, however, have been friends even before she recognized her psychic abilities. Here was someone Liyanna could trust with her life and who has the strength to accept anything despite the impossibility of the situation.

“No. It’s alright. You deserve to know.”

Mindy had not interrupted her when she carefully explained the situation between the Zertans and Merleina, the Forest Folk, ascension, and Liyanna. Seconds ticked by and Liyanna grew fidgety at the ensuing silence that followed. Her friend’s thoughts and emotions were in tumult. She partially wished she had better control of her abilities to block it out. Doubts began to form. Was it too much to expect? Has she divulged more than necessary? The sway of the willow’s leaves announced a visitor. She reluctantly pushed away her misgivings. Leaves were drawn to the side, held by the Rituvan. Behind him was Reno, supported by a slighter man, the Black Guards, and— Arturion? No. It’s not him.

Almost everyone had acquired minor injuries, except the stranger with Arturion’s face. His hair was caked with blood and the aura around his head was muddy in color.

“Uncle.” Mindy ran to Reno’s side.

Meanwhile, Sentries materialized, surrounding Reno’s group. Their very presence was a warning. There was no need to display weapons when they have direct access to the magic within their realm.

“You take too many liberties from your connection with Liyanna, Commander,” Pellinor’s voice rang in the vicinity.

Not a single person moved except for the Rituvan. He stepped forward and raised a fist over his heart in greeting. “Liyanna.”

“Captain. Call off your men, please,” Liyanna said. Kelor-dan suddenly appeared beside her, a more efficient way to signal the Sentries to be at ease. They melded back into the shadows as silent as they had come. Their consciousness remained within the palace grounds. It was the most Liyanna and her company would enjoy for privacy within the forest.

Forgive them, Liyanna. My people are not used to having so many humans in our home, Kelor-dan said.

They’re just doing their job. I’m the one causing more trouble for you.

The Prince gazed at the unexpected gathering. A faerie appeared on his shoulder.

“Bring our guests to the chambers at the west wing. See to it that they are provided with medical assistance, refreshments, food, fresh clothes and a bath,” he instructed his tiny subject. To the Guards, he said: “Greetings, Halflings. May peace continue to reign between our peoples. Prosperity and good fortune shine upon you.”

“As do yours, Your Majesty,” Reno said.

“It is almost midnight. I suggest that everyone retire. My little friend here will show you to your rooms.”

“Forgive my forwardness, Majesty but I would like to speak with Liyanna first.”

“You may have an audience with Liyanna by morning; unless your message is urgent, Commander?”

Reno acquiesced. He urged the man assisting him to follow the faerie ahead of them. As they turned to a corner, his gaze met Liyanna’s and dropped to the necklace around her neck. Absently, her hand clasped the crystals he had given to her earlier.

The cut of the stone in her hand felt familiar. A memory tugged in her mind of a day in the family archives. She realized then to whom it belonged to. Arturion would never have parted with it…

Kelor-dan steered her inside. A thumb brushed a tear from her cheek. Numb with shock, a part of her wondered why her eyes felt so heavy. The world spun and then she was falling.

Arms caught her and lifted her.

“Forgive me, Liyanna.” The Prince sounded very far away. She struggled to stay awake but the pull of sleep was too strong. Finally, she succumbed to oblivion.



He still did not trust the Rituvan and neither did Kelor-dan. Time had not dimmed the memories of the past – of Alena. Their lives have been intertwined ever since she was hailed as the first Liyanna. In fact, Pellinor remembered more as the days went by. Having the new Liyanna in the forest would have been welcoming if her new appearance was not a constant reminder of her ancestress. He was torn between regret and longing for what was lost and what could have been and anger against the Rituvan.

His respect towards Kelor-dan rose a notch. The Prince showed better self-control than him.

Pellinor watched him carry a defenseless Liyanna to her bedroom and tuck her in bed. Her face was too serene as she slept. It was normally the case for people who have been induced to sleep.

“You can’t stop her,” he said after making sure they were alone.

“She needed the rest. All this excitement will bring nothing good for her nor for any of us.”

“Then, you will not stop her.” Pellinor frowned, puzzled.

“Truth is drawn to Liyannas. We have known this fact for eons. We can only prepare her for what is to happen.”

“Kelor-dan, when she finds out your deception—”

“Under different circumstances, I prefer to shield her from the harsh realities she has to face as Liyanna. Be ready for my summons.” Kelor-dan handed the Captain the scroll bearing the Prince’s seal, an eagle holding a sword in its talons.

“Kelor-dan, I don’t think I like this plan of yours.”

“You have days to master your emotions and to remind yourself that Liyanna is not her. Alena is long dead and the memories she left behind will soon fade,” he said, not unkindly. “Good night, Pellinor.”

“Good night.” Reluctantly, Pellinor slipped the paper into his sleeve.


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Liyanna I, Part 3: Liyanna | Chapter 22


The girl in the mirror was a stranger to her. The pale yellow hair was styled like a crown on her head. A few strands were artfully left loose to frame her face. It gave emphasis to her somber gray eyes. Her feet were shod in flimsy sandals with straps that crisscrossed up to her knees. The silver gown the dryad Theona had assisted her in wearing showed more skin than Liyanna liked: the shoulders and arms were bare; the front hung dangerously low, and the slits of the skirt came up to the thighs. It was a gift Kelor-dan had given as a present to match Liyanna’s silver eyes. She decided to accept; to refuse a gift personally chosen by the Devarian Prince – her host, would be inappropriate. (more…)

Liyanna I, Part 3: Liyanna | Chapter 21


The activities in Sinta Lake had drawn him away from his troubles. The atmosphere in the area was thick with the water spirits’ Glamour. They flitted about, diving and resurfacing from the water; creating mini rainbows, ice statues, and music while they performed a common Devarian court dance. Merleinans in the audience swayed on their feet following the rhythm of the melody. Several Forest Folk danced at the shore. Others were more daring as they asked Merleinans to be their dance partners. There was a loosening of inhibitions from both races. They were genuinely enjoying themselves; such a thing had never occurred in his lifetime until now. (more…)

Liyanna I, Part 3: Liyanna | Chapter 20


The woods were thinning before her. She could not remember how she came to be in the forest. Her memories were nothing but fragments. Karina had no control over her actions. Her body moved on its own accord. She didn’t know if she should freak out. Her emotions were in turmoil, the most predominant were sorrow and confusion.

The building panic subsided as she seemed to have no difficulty navigating the woods without the Forest Folk guiding her. She walked confidently and purposefully, the land rising gradually as she neared her destination.

Reno had, on a rare occasion, described the location of his headquarters. He had called it Qihaman Mountains, a part of Merleina’s borders. She had only seen its silhouette from her window. This time, she knew this was the same mountain he had spoken about as she found one of its tunnels.

The markings at the boulder looked like dirt to the untrained eye; in truth, it bore a riddle in cipher. The tunnel’s entrance remained concealed until the person, who wishes to gain entry, states the answer to the puzzle. This entryway was also the nearest to the Devarian Realm.

Karina stopped a hundred paces from it. Her awareness sharpened as she let her Sight and extended auditory and olfactory senses take over. It registered the familiar sounds and smells of the forest – or, what was left of the eastern part of it.

The combined stench of burnt flesh and wood drifted to her. The Great Fire had consumed a greater portion of the forest. The Old Wood was no more. The barrenness in the area was a testament that the ancient trees would no longer shelter creatures against nature’s harsh elements. The knowledge had come unbidden from deep within her along with renewed grief.

Then, she heard a voice behind her speak of Qihaman. It was familiar but angry.

Whatever this is – a dream or a vision – she was trapped inside a girl, whose thoughts and feelings meshed with hers. Karina, an unwilling witness, only hoped that there was a good reason why she needed to see these events unfold before her.




The moment she woke to the sensation of having a handful of people present in her room, Karina had a sinking feeling that her position in Merleina had risen once more. A part of her wanted to go back to sleep. The more logical side of her, however, dictated that there was no point in further delaying the inevitable.

Cracking an eye open, Karina realized that she had levitated a few inches from her bed. Landing softly on the mattress, she blinked a few times letting her eyes adjust to the brightness of the room.

The memories of the dream she had were fading fast from her mind. Still, Karina was aware that the abilities she possessed in the dream stayed with her.

Sara’s face came into view, then Kala’s. The apprentice’s expression was the opposite of the high priestess’ calm composure; but, both a welcome sight in her awakening.

“What’s going on?” Karina asked as Sara and two others began a thorough examination of her body.

“You had an accident in the bath. You’ve been asleep for nine weeks,” Kala said, arranging the bed Karina had vacated. Cheerfully, she added: “Thankfully, you are not in the third-dimensional plane. I’ve heard from the Guards that the medical field has not yet reached our level of advancement. Is it true that those who have been asleep for longer periods have to undergo a particular therapy to–?”

“Kala, you may continue your questions tomorrow. Let our patient rest for now,” Sara spoke gently. To Karina, she asked: “Is your eye bothering you?”

“No, but it feels different.” Karina opened and closed her eyes.

“Let me see.” The priestess checked the right eye. “There is nothing wrong with it.”

Next to her, Kala stood transfixed at their patient’s eye. Suddenly, Kala jerked back and announced that she would inform the others of the good news to Sara’s approval.

Kala and the others retreated from the room. Once they were alone, the high priestess explained what had happened after the accident. Karina’s soul, which had left her body, returned two weeks prior her awakening. In the meantime, her condition had spread like wildfire across their world. Sara, Sola and the Council of Elders could no longer deny Karina’s existence from Merleina’s neighboring countries.

Gifts filled every nook and cranny of the house. Temples filled with people praying for her. A day had not passed that someone would approach the priesthood inquiring about the would-be Liyanna. Creatures never before seen in Merleina had come and kept vigil outside the house. It was only today that the number of visitors from the animal kingdom decreased and Sara became certain that Karina would regain consciousness.

The high priestess’ instructed her to rest but flashes of a distant past kept Karina awake. Giving up on sleep, she wondered about Arty. Is he alright? She had been disappointed when Sara told her that he had returned to the third dimension to fulfill his duties.

Another memory jolted her. Karina began pacing the room. Her senses had sharpened further, exceeding Arturion’s. Her ascension had done that to her. Sara had been uncertain if the ability was temporary or not. For now, she would have to learn to live with it. If it became evident that the change was permanent, they would have to look for someone to teach her how to control it. The high priestess did not mention anyone in particular, but it was obvious that Arturion would have been the first choice. The soft tread her ears picked up came directly from below. It was the novice Sara had assigned to keep an eye on her.

Karina wanted to leave the house and have somebody explain these visions to her. Outside, the flap of wings caught her attention as it grew louder. Her ears registered that its wingspan was large for a bird. The smell of it was harder to distinguish. She moved to the window to see what kind of creature it could be.

The chimera was approaching from her right. Its eyes regarded her with intelligence. It moved closer to the window, their heads a hair’s breadth from touching. Its gaze sparked a vision that told of a similar encounter. A name formed on her lips: “Velor.”

In response, the creature licked her cheek and moved its side to the opening as near as possible with its broad feathered wings. Karina could not decipher what Velor wanted her to do until its lion head gestured to its back.

“You want me to climb on your back?” Karina said incredulously. She looked down and regretted her mistake. The ground was a long way down from where she stood. “You have got to be kidding me.” She half-turned from the window and realized there was no way she could escape the novice’s notice. But her questions could not wait any longer.

She closed her eyes and attempted to levitate.


Sighing, Karina hiked up her nightgown and stepped onto the windowsill. Thank the Mother nobody had thought of installing glass in the window, she thought.

The chimera sensed her predicament and maneuvered himself so that she could reach him by the neck. Karina stretched an arm out. Her fingers had brushed his hair when she felt herself tip forward. The ground surged up to meet her. Frantically, she grabbed the window with her other hand and pulled herself back on the windowsill. She stayed in a crouch, her heart pounding wildly at how close she could have fallen to her death.

“Holy Mother!” Karina saw a head peeking from a window below her. The novice had heard the chimera and may have wondered why it lingered.

With one arm reaching for the creature, she pushed her legs out and grabbed his thick mane. For a few painful seconds, she hung on the chimera’s hair. His eyes were trained on hers and suspiciously held bemusement. Suddenly, he rose upwards and dove. Karina lost her grip and felt herself flying in midair. Then, he swooped again, precisely positioning himself underneath her. She slid to the side. This time, Karina was ready. She snatched at his mane again and pulled herself up on his back. She encircled her arms around the creature’s neck, her heart drumming in her chest.

Then, she remembered the novice. The girl had watched the whole incident with fear and…fascination? While she stood dumbstruck, Karina took the opportunity to make her exit.

“I’ll be back,” Karina said, breathlessly.

The chimera seemed to know where she wanted to go. They flew eastward, to the heart of the forest. To Kelor-dan’s palace.

The courtyard was visible to the naked eye. From what she could see, they have been expecting her. Devatas and beasts mingled by the fountain. Several of them made room for her flying companion to land. They did not cheer as they touched the ground but bowed formally to her. A Devarian noblewoman removed the scarf she wore and offered the silken material to their Liyanna. Karina became conscious of her appearance and blushed with embarrassment. She must look like a madwoman to the Forest Folk. When she made no move to accept the gift, the noblewoman draped the cloth over her shoulders and hung back. No one commented on Karina’s state of undress nor the redness of her face.

They waited. To do what? Her mind recalled the Devarian court protocol. Hierarchy was important. The higher the rank of the Devata compared to yours, the deeper the obeisance. She managed a general bow accepted in all circles. The effect was immediate, the animals relaxed and the Devatas straightened. Then, the men were bending at the waist and the females were dipping a low curtsy again. The leaves rustled behind her. Karina turned around and saw Kelor-dan smiling at her.

She imitated the women in greeting the Prince. He bowed slightly to her. Kelor-dan had never done that to her in public before. The gesture meant he was acknowledging her as an equal.

“Liyanna,” he murmured close to her ear and kissed a cheek. He stepped back and studied her face. His smile now held a trace of sadness.

“You have questions,” he observed. “You have brought new knowledge in your awakening. Alas, you do not understand it.”

“I’ve been having visions. It’s all jumbled up. Some of it has one Sentry and you, Kelor, in it.” Another distant memory flashed before her: the Prince talking to her privately when Pellinor interrupts them. “Why do I keep seeing you? Whose life am I seeing?”

Kelor-dan offered his arm, which she silently accepted. He led her to the dormant fountain and bade her sit beside him.

“You called me Kelor,” he said. “It has been thousands of years when a young woman called me by name alone. She said, ‘Titles are of no importance when the world is falling apart. Friendships, however, are priceless and lasting when it is built on honesty, trust, loyalty and love.’”

“Who is she?”

The Devarian Prince twisted around, gazing at the clear pool of the fountain. The moon and stars illuminated the night sky. Its reflection in the pool, however, was not the subject of his attention. She followed his gaze. The woman looking directly at her had pale hair and skin. Her eyes were also light. The right eye’s iris though had two colors – gray and brown. Karina lifted a hand to her face. The woman in the pool did the same. Her shock was mirrored back to her.

“How can this be?”

“There are things in this world that cannot be explained by words alone. But I am certain of one thing. You and Alena share one soul.” Kelor-dan did not look at her or even attempted to comfort her.

They were alone in the courtyard. The Forest Folk had left discreetly during their conversation, except for one horse and rider. Karina had noticed them nearing the palace grounds from the west. They had halted just behind the fringes of the clearing.

“Pellinor, what brings you here at this hour?” The Prince had noticed Karina’s reaction when she recognized the Captain.

“Someone called me, Prince,” Pellinor drawled, emphasizing on the first word. He led his mount to the fountain. Karina turned to the side letting her hair cover her face. The Captain paid homage to his Prince.

“I did not summon you.”

“I was compelled,” he sniffed indignantly. In a softer note, he continued: “By the Liyanna herself. She is here.” Pellinor’s eyes roamed at the shadows for the wisp of a woman-child with black hair. “I have heard she has risen from her sickbed quite recently. Where is she, Kelor-dan, that I may scold her for pulling me away from my patrol?”

“I didn’t call you.” Karina faced Pellinor fully.

“Alena,” he said sharply. The Captain’s reaction was a stark contrast to the reception she had received moments ago that Karina had the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. Here was somebody who felt as bewildered as her.

A set of memories flooded her mind. Her eyes settled at the sword hanging from Pellinor’s belt. She quickly looked away only to find him scowling at her. He had completely recovered from his initial shock.

Pellinor was still upset and he was accusing her of the summons. Karina was forced to review her exchange with the Prince.

“I didn’t. I just said that you and Kelor keep appearing in my visions.” Pellinor’s gaze hardened, leaving her more confused than ever.

“She does not know,” Kelor-dan said.

“What is it that I don’t know?”

Pellinor did not answer. Instead, he folded his arms and glared at his horse’s withers.

“Maybe I did summon you unconsciously,” she admitted. “And since you’re already here, Captain, can you tell me why I just saw you trying to kill me?” she demanded, frustrated with everyone’s reluctance to explain things to her. She quickly regretted her outburst as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

The Captain of the Sentries flinched as if she had slapped him in the face. Kelor-dan turned his head towards her.

“I didn’t mean—” Karina started.

Pellinor bent forward, addressing them as Prince and Liyanna. He excused himself saying that his duties in the west can no longer be delayed. He leaped onto his horse and disappeared from view.



The Sentry rode his horse at neck-breaking speed as far away from the palace as possible. He stopped at Sinta Lake to let his mare rest after the abuse he had done to her. With the cloudless sky and the moon showing her face to the world, the water spirits have put on a performance. They invited everyone, Forest Folk, and Merleinans, nearby to watch. He would have appreciated the production more in another time. At the moment, he could not shake away the ghost of Alena standing before him after countless years of peace.

Every one of the Devatas who had survived the Atlantean Wars and the Shift recognized the presence of a powerful Liyanna when the Keeper Arturion returned from the third dimension with a human female. He had been glad for it meant a change in many aspects, particularly in preparation for the new era.

In the past months, concern for the Liyanna had been palpable throughout the Devarian Realm. While the energies flowing out of her unconscious body had benefited the many, others remembered a similar occurrence after Alena’s passing.

He had been young and angry then. He blamed the humans for everything that had happened. Alena, a Halfling and former Princess of Rituvan, was a friend to almost everyone. She had very nearly convinced him that her race was worth saving. In the end, she had betrayed him and he had paid her in kind. Revenge is sweet until one realizes the foolishness of youth. He had been blind to many things but no more.

The memories of his youth had faded over the years that Pellinor had failed to detect the signs. The chimera’s reappearance had not been a coincidence. The creature had adopted Alena as his own ever since her half-brother Rualdor ascended the throne. It had scented the Liyanna in the woods and recognized her soul.

Pellinor dreaded what the present Liyanna has been remembering. Her eyes had been unseeing before it landed on his sword hilt. Pieces of her past life’s memories have been haunting her.

If she remembers everything, would she still see me as a friend? he thought. Already her influence among his kind grows stronger. He had never been overly concerned of how the Devarian court and humans viewed him. Now, it seemed he wanted a human to accept him.


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