Chapter IX The Elves

San'lr'in’ woke to the light now entering their room. She was momentarily disoriented, having slept so soundly that she had forgotten where she was. She watched her lover sleep peacefully beside her, watching her breathe evenly.

Even in sleep, her eyes are beautiful.

She was enchanted by the line of her lover's eyebrows and eyes. Without moving, she looked about the room, finding it comforting. She closed her eyes, focusing on those now about the small dwelling, sensing nothing unusual, but sensing that Ann'wn was speaking quietly with those that now guarded the dwelling. With her head close to Sle'nel's, San'lr'in’ breathed in the reassuring aroma of her, resting for a moment.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her lover's eyes gazing at her own, “You are so beautiful, my Love. I cannot believe that you lay here willingly beside me."

"Apparently you have no understanding of your own beauty, Elf. When I think of all My prior lovers, none come close to you. But My love for you goes far beyond this issue of beauty, as I seem to quite like you, personally."

San'lr'in’ had begun to touch Sle'nel', and Sle'nel’ smiled, her eyes twinkling at her Queen, “Personally, my Queen? Or physically?"

After their moments together, Sle'nel’ rested for a moment. San'lr'in’ held her in her arms, sensing into her thoughts, “Are you ready for this turn, Elfin Princess?"

Sle'nel’ moved more closely beside her, “Hmmm ... I am ready to remain here in your arms."

Sle'nel’ moved her face towards her lover, then kissed her.

"High Queen?"

Sle'nel’ ignored the voice, moving her hand onto her lover's breast, then between her thighs. San'lr'in’ groaned, then gently moved Sle'nel's hand into her own, “I think we best answer Ann'wn's interruption."

Sle'nel’ moved onto her Queen, then moved her hand more forcefully to her lover's more sensitive spots. When San'lr'in’ could no longer resist, Sle'nel’ smiled down at her, wickedly, “Shall I halt now?"

Gasping lightly for breath, now fully consumed in her passion, San'lr'in’ responded, “She can wait."

Ann'wn turned to Erthrn, “I think this not the best of moments to interrupt them."

Erthrn nodded wisely, smiling, “They know you wait for them. Let them be. The report will wait."

Sle'nel’ rose when she felt them finally ready. She covered herself with one of the bed's covers, then opened the door, “The High Queen needs her attendants, Force Leader. But she requests your presence while she awaits them."

Ann'wn nodded, then entered. She knelt and bowed her head while seeing that her Queen was yet in her bed, “High Queen."

"Tell Me, Force Leader."

"More arrive at the gate. They await the report that the Elves have been restored to The Realm."

"Then we have nothing yet to tell them, do we, Force Leader?"

"No, my Queen. I mean, yes, Highness."

She sighed, “Tell them that the preparations have been completed, and that this eve we hope to provide them with the most happiest of reports. Will that do, Force Leader?"

"Yes, my Queen. Thank you."

The High Queen had gotten up and covered herself, “You may rise now, Force Leader. Was this your urgency?"

She rose, “No, Highness."

She sensed that Ann'wn was troubled, and sensed deeper into her thoughts, “When did this occur?"

"Most recently, Highness."

With a hint of curiosity, The High Queen asked, “Where did they go?"

Ann'wn was surprised that her Queen wasn't angry. She thought that she seemed almost curious, “We are tracking them, my Queen. Many of Queen Erthrn's warriors have departed to do as such. From what they can yet tell, she believes that the Mungardies head for the UnderGrounds, Highness."

The High Queen looked amused, “In truth? The UnderGrounds? It is a most foolish move, but they must know not fully the UnderGrounds. Pity. Bring Erthrn to Me.” She began to wonder, “What are they running from? Could they perhaps run in fear of something?"

Erthrn entered, kneeling and bowing her head, “High Queen?"

"Rise, beloved Erthrn. Tell Me what you know of this."

"We have tracked them far to the north."

"There is only one set of tracks? No more than this? Some of them didn't break off to another direction?"

"Not that we have yet traced, Highness. And there is only one place that they could be heading, given that direction, unless they go far out of their way to confuse us. But they are with full numbers, so I would but guess that they head straight toward the UnderGrounds. You have been there, my friend?"

"Oh, indeed I have. Track them well, but risk no lives on this, Erthrn. Make certain that no tracks veer off their course. This is the only danger to watch, Queen of the Warrior Women of the Sword. Once your Warriors track them to their location, we will send a few scouts to watch over them. Nothing more than this until they feel themselves safe. We will allow the UnderGrounds to do what they do best, prior to us entering the scene."

"My Queen?"

Both Erthrn and Ann'wn were confused, but The High Queen wasn't yet going to tell them of the UnderGrounds. She would allow them to see the UnderGrounds for themselves, “You have done well, Erthrn. You have well earned The High Queen's presence in your Valley. Keep Me informed of your Warriors’ tracking. You have My leave."

She heard them whispering to each other as they left, “Why is she not angry at this report?"

"I know not, but am pleased for such. It must mean that this is not the disaster we had thought."

Erthrn shrugged, most confused, “I wonder what the UnderGrounds hold in them that makes her not concerned about the Mungardies. I would have thought that we would now have the battle of the eons, with them held-up strongly within the UnderGrounds. I would have thought her most displeased."

Ann'wn was suddenly feeling improved, “If our High Queen seems not concerned, then all must be well."

"Another bad report, my Love?"

The attendants had entered, but The High Queen ignored them, “No. Not at all.” She went to Sle'nel’ and wrapped her cover around the both of them, as Sle'nel’ had done so often prior, then kissed her fully.

"Hmmm..."

The High Queen then looked at her attendants, “I am hungry. Can you arrange the early morn meal?"

Sle'nel’ slipped her arm through her Queen's, laughing lightly, “I could have wagered on this, my Love. You are most predictable in this."

The High Queen raised an eyebrow and looked most serious, “Then I will have to change My patterns.” But secretly, she was most pleased to see that her lover was beginning to laugh more in The Realm.

When they were prepared, The High Queen followed Sle'nel', “Where do we head, Elf?"

"To the library. From there I know not. Let us hope that I will be guided on this task."

The library was the single most impressive structure in all of El'fs'nd'lle, and the most impressive library throughout the entire Realm. San'lr'in’ thought the library important, but thought it as one set of knowledge only. Yet, she remained always wondering as to why the Mungardies, for all their knowledge, no longer held a library to them, as they had done so long prior.

The library was a large dwelling, fully four stories, and larger than forty dwellings combined. Eleven steps led up to its front entrance, with two very large and very thick wooden doors acting as guards. Sle'nel’ was surprised to see Caitha waiting at the doors.

"Caitha. Is all well?"

Caitha bowed her head, then smiled in response, “I have been summoned by a voice. They have but asked me to observe the events this turn so that someone can place them in the stories and songs. As your storyteller, Highness, I have been selected do so as such. Does this meet with your approval?"

San'lr'in’ smiled and nodded, “Of course. It is a good request of the Elves. Someone should be here to observe and note this grand moment."

"Did the voice say who she was, Caitha?"

Caitha shook her head, “She did, but I know not how this be but possible. She said that she be your mother."

San'lr'in’ beckoned to the door, “Shall we enter, Elf Princess? There seem to be some who fully await your presence."

Sle'nel’ looked at the massive doors, then took a deep breath, “I wonder how I have arrived to this moment. It seems not possible, in truth."

She placed her hand on the door, then opened it, surprised at the ease of doing so. They stepped into a most unexpected sight. From floor to ceiling, along all the walls, and upon each floor were stacks and stacks of books, neatly ordered and placed. The dwelling's ceiling was fully four floors high, with the middle open all the way to the top. Caitha had never prior seen such a sight as this, and stood paralyzed in the moment.

"Look, M'Love. Look at all these books. There must be but thousands of them."

"Even more than this, Storyteller."

"My Queen?"

San'lr'in’ turned to the voice, “Enter, Force Leader. Tell Me."

"The Highest of Woden, Queen Erthrn, the High Priestess, the Future Supreme Sovereign, Mil'der'in, the Master, The Healer, the Deep Mystics and a few others request permission to enter and also observe the events, Highness."

San'lr'in’ laughed to herself, but retained her composure. She turned to Sle'nel', “This is for you to say, Elfin Princess. Are they allowed?"

Sle'nel’ shrugged, “Let them in. They have traveled many turns to help this event come forward. And Sam would most love to see this library. She has a great passion for books."

Sle'nel’ suddenly heard a voice, “Daughter. It is the moment."

"Mother. Great High Wizard Sorcerer. This is a wonderful library."

Sle'nel', San'lr'in’ and Caitha were allowed to hear her voice this turn, but The High Queen remained quiet, allowing her Teacher to do as needed. Caitha followed the example of her High Queen, wishing to remain quiet so that she could focus upon observing, fully.

"An impressive library, most certain, but you will have your lifespan to explore it. Find the basement chamber. I will speak to you again when you have arrived there. Many other voices will guide you from that moment, and all now await you. I leave you now, but will be present upon your arrival."

She turned to San'lr'in', “Do you know of such?"

She shook her head, “The basement chamber? I know this not. I have been only where we now stand. I never was informed that this dwelling had a basement."

They looked upon all the walls, behind everything and anything that could be moved away from the walls, yet found nothing.

"Why did she not tell me?"

Caitha responded, “She must have assumed that you knew of this. Or, perhaps, it is a test of your ability."

"Why would this be needed?"

The Queen of the Waters offered, “Perhaps the opening is outside the dwelling."

San'lr'in’ thought about the problem quietly as everyone added their own suggestion. She walked around the room, trying to look at it from all possible angles, trying to piece together everything she knew of the Elves. She ignored the others as their conversations continued, shutting them out so that she could concentrate. She examined the walls, but saw no patterns that captured her attention. She examined all the bookshelves, wondering if some were hiding a secret passage, but saw no hints of such.

She looked up at the glass ceiling, a rounded and domed ceiling of medium size that allowed the sun's path into the library, providing more light. She looked at the floor, seeing where the sun's path crossed it, then looked back up.

"What do you see?"

She studied the sun's path for a moment, then looked to the voice, blinking her eyes slowly, “Good morn, Sume'n'tinel'ti'non, My Sister. I am pleased that you have come. I didn't expect that you would do as such."

"Your Elf is of much merit. She and her Birth-daughter are worth the effort. But back to the task at-hand. What do you see?"

San'lr'in’ sighed, then told her.

Sume’ looked up at the sun's path, then down at the floor. She saw what The High Queen saw, but also saw something else, “Do you think that the sun's path guides the direction of the stairs to the basement? See the pattern on the floor? It is identical to the sun's path. And yet, as the sun's path changes through the seasons, the other patterns, I would guess, follow. A neat trick, this, if it is so."

San'lr'in’ looked at her sister, staring at her. Then, after a moment, she smiled, “You are most intelligent, Sister. I am pleased in this. Has no one ever recognized this in you?"

Sume’ waved her hand in dismissal, displeased at the topic, and displeased at having to recall such events from her past, “Bah! Idiots. Of course not. You were always considered as the bright one, or the special one, or the pretty one. But this is not of your doing. So, am I correct, or no?"

The High Queen crouched down to the floor, testing its solidness by rapping lightly on it. She watched the movement of the sun's path carefully as it slowly outlined the floor's pattern. She rose and looked at her sister, “I believe you are correct, Sister. But I think it requires a spell to open it. Look at how closely the floor is pieced together. None of us could physically remove as such."

"Don't be tedious. Tell the Elf to use her staff."

San'lr'in’ laughed lightly to herself, surprising even herself as she did as such, as never prior did she find her sister amusing, “Elf. The High Priestess has found the passage you seek."

"Where, High Priestess?"

"How did you find it?"

"I don't see anything? Where is it?"

"There is nothing here."

Sle'nel’ came over and stood next to the High Priestess. Sume’ raised her eyes up to the ceiling, then noticeably down to the floor. Sle'nel’ followed her eyes, observing as Sume’ quietly showed her. Sle'nel’ looked again at what had been shown, finally seeing the pattern.

Softly, she said to Sume', “I wonder if they expected this to be stored in the memories given to me.” She looked over to her Birth-daughter, “Was this not in your memories, Birth-daughter?"

Sele’ shook her head, looking surprised, “No. Nothing such as this. But I agree with Aunt High Priestess."

"It will likely require your staff, Elf."

She looked at Sume', who had offered the suggestion, “Which spell? What am I to ask the staff?"

All were quiet, wondering. San'lr'in’ laughed lightly once again, then said, “Ask it: ‘What is the spell to open the library's basement passage?’”

Sume’ frowned, “It couldn't be this simple, most certain.” She paused, “Could it?"

Sle'nel’ shrugged, “I have no better guess."

She held up the staff and asked the question. She looked at the staff in disbelief for a moment, then looked up, “It is here, as you said. It is nothing more than a few words."

"Why is this as secret as this? Who else besides the Elves would know of it?"

"Are you certain there is a stairway here?"

"Why did they make it as difficult as this? Why did they not tell you of such?"

"This doesn't feel correct. It feels like a trap."

San'lr'in’ listened and observed all those about them carefully, seeing that U'Aine had chosen to attend the turn's event. She also saw Sam stealing a quick glance to U'Aine, remaining unnoticed by the others, while U'Aine also observed Sam from a distance, hiding well her glances and seeming desires. She also noticed that while Sam and U'Aine remained oblivious to each other's stolen glances, Uthrn didn't.

The comments went on and on, numbing Sle'nel's thoughts to senselessness. Sume’ went up to her and whispered, “You are overly indulgent, Elf. Ignore this stupid prattle. Say your spell and open the passage. Surprise them, as this is the gift of sorcery."

Sle'nel’ looked at Sume’ for a full moment, then smiled at her, “You are wonderful, High Priestess. You have a magical way of seeking the direct moment."

She quietly said the few ancient Elfin words, and with great noise, the floor began to creak open, displaying the magic stairway down to the library's basement. All were quickly silenced as they saw the floor open before them. As soon as the floor completed its opening, though, all began their talking over one another yet again.

"I don't want to go down there. It could be dangerous."

"It is overly dark. We need light."

"How far does it go? It could go on and on."

"Why did they do as such?"

"Sle'nel’ should go first, as she is the Elf."

"No. I must check on this. She must be safe. Erthrn, Uthrn, U'Aine and I will go first."

Sume’ and San'lr'in’ came beside the Elf, both looking at her, “Shall we, Elf?"

Sle'nel’ smiled slightly, then nodded. They began their descent into the inner workings of the great Elfin Library basement, as Sume’ provided spells for light along the passage. They proceeded slowly, seeing nothing but more stairs and more darkness. They descended level by level, the passage becoming even darker the more they moved away from the library's main floor.

Sle'nel’ remained silent as they traveled, but the atmosphere of the large group was more of a party, and their conversations continued, even if in a more subdued fashion.

"It is cold down here."

"How far must we travel?"

"I should have brought a cloak."

"Someone light the way more. It is overly dark."

"Surely we have gone overly far. A basement is only one story down."

"What could possibly be down here?"

"Why would they have built something as this so overly far into the ground?"

Most felt a small amount of anxiety as they continued down the stairs, except for Sle'nel', Why do I find this strangely familiar to me?

"It does, Elf?” San'lr'in’ had been keeping a watch over her thoughts.

"Yes, but I know not how. I have no memory of it, and nothing comes forward in this regard."

They continued down stairway-by-stairway for many levels. Even The High Queen was surprised by the extent to which the Elves had gone to secure their secrets.

Without the light that Sume’ now provided through her sorcerer spells, the darkness would be all consuming, as they were now down far beyond any light of the library arriving to their location, and well into what they thought the middle of The UnderRealm. Yet, they continued.

Then Sam, in all her wisdom and excellent humor, asked the single question that raised a smile to The High Queen's face, “Are we supposed to climb back up all these stairs?"

Some had voiced a concern that they had missed a crucial turn, and in truth, there was no way in which they could have known if they had done as such. No door had been felt or seen along their journey down, but then, given the hidden-ness of the basement doorway in the library, it would have been impossible had the Elves wished to contain the secret further. So they continued down, assuming that there was one passage only.

The Deep Mystics were often known for their lack of patience and were now more than grumbling at the inconvenience the Elves had provided, making The High Queen sigh even further. Finally, after what the Deep Mystics thought were overly many moments, and what all the others thought was far overly a distance to climb back up to the library, Sle'nel’ saw a small light ahead of them.

She halted, “High Priestess. Could you halt your lights for a moment?"

Sume’ reversed her spell, bringing their passage to its original blackness. Only then could the others also see the hint of light well ahead of them, but at almost an even level from where they now stood. Sle'nel’ continued down one more flight of stairs, then saw that she stood even with the light.

"We are almost arrived."

She heard Sume’ softly add, “To wherever it is we now head."

She continued ahead, but now more slowly and cautiously. In a few moments, she came to what she defined as a small entryway, and then saw that a room lay directly through it. An unbelievably large room.

"Enter, but add no light. The lights will be provided as you proceed."

* * * *

The unfamiliar voice spoke primarily to Sle'nel', but all were allowed to hear. As her eyes grew more accustomed to the dim light, she noticed that a small greenish light glowed from far overhead, allowing all to finally distinguish the room's oval shape.

Another voice spoke, causing them to start at the interruption to their now silent thoughts. “Sle'nel'. Elfin daughter of the great High Wizard Sorcerer. Elfin daughter of Is'en'nel', Birth-daughter of M'arain. High Sorcerer of The Realm. You have been called upon to this task that now lies before you. In all The Realm, only you have the ability to return the Elves. What now surrounds you has been held long secret and sacred in all The Realm, safe from harm; safe from certain death.

"The Realm has, through these long cycles, finally come to the moment in which it is safe for the Elves’ return. For after this many cycles, the long-prior humans have begun to become as one with The Realm, understanding and accepting the Mystic ways. Even with the humans that now live in The Realm, a threat no longer exists to the Elves.

"But, as predicted, a new threat comes. The plans so long prior set forth have finally emerged. It is upon this moment in all The Realm's long prior cycles that many forces are brought together as one to save The Realm from further unwelcomed invasion, and to prevent certain death to the Mystics, which now include our humans. Prepare yourself to see that which was begun two-hundred cycles prior. Here lie the Elves that will now be returned to The Realm ... through you."

San'lr'in’ thought the presentation a little uncharacteristic of the Elves in that it was overly dramatic. But given the amount of planning and resources that must have been brought to this moment, she understood the desire.

Sle'nel’ was becoming quite impatient and just wanted to halt the voice so that she could get on with her task, when her Mother finally spoke, “Forgive us, Daughter. Even after all these long cycles, we know not fully how to prepare you for such as this. So we now show you the magnitude of what has had to be prepared, and will then answer your questions."

The light slowly grew in its intensity so that everyone's eyes could adjust. As it did, Sle'nel's eyes widened in disbelief, as she turned fully and slowly around the oval room, seeing the same shocking sight over and over again, one after another.

"By the Mothers!"

"How could this be?"

"So many as this?"

"Who are they?"

"They look fully grown."

"How was this accomplished?"

"This be not possible!"

"Such a thing cannot occur!"

"They look as if they sleep."

"Are they real?"

"They look dead."

"The Elves!"

"The Elves?"

They unknowingly all did as Sle'nel', turning slowly around the oval room, looking at the sight that now lay fully before them. They had never seen as such in all The Realm, but could never have imagined such a sight, either.

Sle'nel’ softly asked a question, to no one in particular, “How many Elves are there?"

Her mother answered, “One-hundred-ten."

San'lr'in', long prior taught to never be too surprised by anything, went up to one of them, inspecting her closely. She then went to another, then another, examining their looks, examining their faces, sensing as she could, into their memories, when finally she said, “They are with child."

Again, Sle'nel's mother responded, “They are, fully. Within one to six moons, all are scheduled to give birth."

Sam opened her eyes in shock even more fully, even given her already astonished stance, “There will be two-hundred-twenty Elves within six moons? All from differing lines?"

"As planned, all from differing lines.” Is'en'nel’ confirmed Sam's question.

Surrounding them on all sides of the room were One-hundred-ten Elves, each in their own enclosure, each appearing to be fully asleep, while standing. Sume’ marveled at the enclosures, seeing that each Elf was encased in a form of liquid that appeared to be water, but water that was lightly rose colored.

Sam couldn't understand it, “How do they breathe?"

Is'en'nel’ explained, “As the Elves began to die out once again from the human contact, as had occurred on Earth so many, many eons so far prior to any of our understanding, we began to experiment so that we would not die out again. Although we were rescued in that long prior era, we appear to have been on our own from that moment. We never did accomplish what we originally planned, which was to provide a healing for this plague, but we did discover that we could make liquid spells. With much more experimentation, we at long last learned how to temporarily suspend life if the life were properly stored inside the liquid spells. It took many more long cycles prior to suspend life for any great length of moments, but it was at long last accomplished. Then we have merely waited until the moment was correct, until the Elves could return without fear of the illness."

San'lr'in’ stood amazed, her eyebrow slightly raised, “And all this was accomplished apart from The Realm's knowing?"

Is'en'nel's voice came close to her, “As was needed. It had to be kept secret."

Sam nodded, understanding, “And is why you built this so far below The Realm."

"Secrecy was perhaps even more important than the discovery of liquid spells, as without secrecy, all our discoveries would have mattered not."

Sle'nel’ kept shaking her head lightly, fully astounded, “But how am I to return them from these liquid spells, and why me? You are here. Why do you not do this?"

"Because we are not really here, my daughter. Not in truth. Remnants of our prior selves are here, only. This was another element we had to master in order to keep the Elves safe, and in order to have them returned. Once we discovered that we could develop liquid spells, we used them in suspending life, but we also practiced, and mostly perfected, using such a thing to continue life, even if only partially so. But it took a sacrifice on each Elf's life to be here this turn. Although we managed to continue the life using the liquid spells, we had to each give up part of our lives to do so, and we also had to sacrifice our being. While I am here, I am so only in spirit. It was the only portion of life that we were able to maintain. We never had the moments necessary to accomplish this attempt, fully, as we began to die out overly quickly. Even in this, there have been unending complications we could not control."

The voice of Is'en'nel's spirit went closer to The Healer, “It is now for you to take our experiments further, Healer. We have left all our notes for you, as you are the chosen Healer to do as such. Out of all these Elves before you, only six of the babes have the inclination toward healing. And you have been chosen to be their teacher in such. You will find our notes in the books on the table. Your name is upon them. They are now yours. All our successes and all our failures. For your eyes only, Healer."

The Healer startled at the report, fully surprised. Even San'lr'in’ stood astonished in the tale, curious yet growing angered at how all of their lives had been so planned and controlled. She let the moment pass, saying nothing.

As was everyone else, Caitha was staring at the encased Elves, “Look how beautiful they are. And they all look as Sle'nel’ does."

Sam pointed, astounded, “And look at their ears. It is truth. They did have different ears."

"How are they to be returned to The Realm? Is it not dangerous?” Sle'nel’ had asked the question, wondering if some of the Elves’ lives might be lost in the process.

Is'en'nel's voice once again appeared close to her daughter, “It requires you to do as such, as you are the keeper of The Realm's spells, and you are also an Elf. They are encased fully within a liquid spell, and only a spell by an Elf can undo as such. You are that Elf. Search deep in the memories, Daughter, as the needed spell was given to you upon your birth. When I first touched you upon your birth, I instilled the spell deeply within you for safekeeping. Even the Spirit Mothers never found it."

San'lr'in’ asked, no longer fully pleased, “How many cycles have they?"

"They are between nineteen and thirty cycles."

"They have been given the collective memory of the Elves, then?"

"You are correct, High Queen. It is so. They each hold the collective memory."

"Who is to watch over them?"

"You, of course, as High Queen, and my Daughter, as Queen of the Elves."

San'lr'in’ raised her eyebrow and frowned. It went unnoticed as Is'en'nel’ continued, “But the moments disappear overly quickly. We must proceed. My daughter, this is what we—"

San'lr'in’ stepped into the conversation, “Forgive Me, High Wizard Sorcerer, but it would seem that our lives have been well planned for this moment. Perhaps as planned as the Spirit Mothers had done with Woden, My Sister, and the Elf."

There was a moment of silence, then Is'en'nel’ spoke again, but with a hint of caution, “High Queen. I know that it must feel as such, but we had only urgent moments. We were desperate. As you say, this moment was planned as no other, but never were we certain that the needed moments could arrive together. In truth, I am surprised that our plan has come together."

"Your scheme, you mean?” There was another moment of silence, and she continued, “I am nothing more than a mere pawn in your schemes. Yours, and everyone else's. Is this not truth, High Wizard Sorcerer? Much like the Spirit Mothers have done."

Again, there was a pause, and Sam found her heart beating wildly in her chest, never guessing that her sister, The High Queen, would begin to question this moment. All had seen The High Queen's excitement about the Elves’ return, so the moment was confusing as well as troubling. Sle'nel’ stood frozen in the moment, but not displeased that someone was questioning the Elves’ role in this act, uncertain of it herself.

Is'en'nel’ responded carefully, “It must feel as such, High Queen. Is this not what you would have done? Do you not control if it were desperately needed?"

San'lr'in’ walked slowly around the room, eyeing each Elf carefully, “As I was taught so well to do, High Wizard Sorcerer. But now I question even that.” Her tone was measured and sharp, noticeably displeased. Ann'wn stood astonished, but prepared herself, knowing her queen was angered in the moment.

Ersh'delrin', Queen of the Mystics of the Winds, suddenly challenged The High Queen, “San'lr'in'! Think of what you now do. You dare to question the prior High Wizard Sorcerer? You dare to question whether the Elves should be returned to The Realm?"

San'lr'in’ remained silent, yet stared at her with eyes of ice that no one wished upon them. The room remained awkwardly quiet, each knowing of San'lr'in's anger, each knowing of her power as High Queen. After a few moments, and ignoring the comment, she quietly said, “High Wizard Sorcerer, I have a question."

Is'en'nel’ didn't hesitate, “I am here to answer your questions honestly and to your satisfaction, High Queen. I hope we have done nothing that would intentionally seek your displeasure."

"No?"

"It is truth, and I vow this to you as your former teacher."

She nodded her head slowly, looking down for a moment, thinking, “Yes. You are one of My many former teachers, which begs the question even further, however. Please forgive the nature of My question at this moment, Is'en'nel', as I have had few moments in which to prepare it fully."

"You are angered, my Queen."

"An understatement, Is'en'nel'. But let us entertain ourselves for the moment. If what you have said is truth, that many were prepared to be here, exactly at this moment, without either their consent or full knowledge, then tell Me, what has been planned for us in our futures, as I dare not now think that I have full charge over My destiny? Am I, in truth, High Queen? Or am I a mere pawn in all your grand schemes? As are My sisters, I would guess, and certainly as is Sle'nel'."

"You think that we have schemed, as had the Spirit Mothers, High Queen?"

"Is this not a most logical assumption? As you taught Me, Teacher?"

"You wish not the Elves to be returned to The Realm, Highness?"

She was displeased that so many thought they could freely question her, “Do you forget to who you question, Teacher?” No one was allowed to question The High Queen without her leave.

There was a gasp by the Deep Mystics, but they knew to hold their thoughts to themselves while San'lr'in’ was as angry as this.

Is'en'nel’ remained fully patient, and with full understanding, “My apologies, High Queen. Yes, we did plan for this moment. But I know not how to answer your question in regard to your future."

"Then I will ask it of you in another fashion. Tell Me, Teacher. Tell Me how many of these Elves are also as controlled?"

"Controlled, Highness?"

San'lr'in’ waived her hand as if in dismissal, pacing, “What if, Is'en'nel', I were to tell Sle'nel’ that only, say, seventy of these Elves were to be returned?"

"Seventy, Highness?"

"Yes. Seventy. Would that be acceptable? Seventy is enough to establish a new population, is it not, especially given that each is with child?"

There was no response for a moment.

Torsn'dynl', Queen of the Women of the Trees, replied instead, “It is as you think, Highness. Seventy Elves is enough to establish a new population, considering the new ones, but unless all are returned, they will not have the strength of the collective to provide for their planned future."

"So, these Elves’ futures are planned for them, as I thought?"

"It is so, High Queen, in one sense."

San'lr'in’ walked up to one of the sleeping Elves, “What is this one's destiny, Teacher?"

"Lover of animals, High Queen."

She went to another, standing in front of an Elf that looked slightly different from the others, “And this one?"

"A teacher of the young ones, Highness."

"And her birth-child?"

"A weapons maker, My Queen."

San'lr'in’ looked fully saddened, “Why? Why must all of them be as controlled as this?"

"For The Realm, Highness, such as you. Their breeding has been placed into their minds so that their lines will continue to strengthen. Only this. So that they will not again face such extinction. So that all our skills and knowledge could be transferred and moved forward."

"You are telling Me that, as the Spirit Mothers of The Falls did with Sle'nel’ and My Sister, now occurs with these Elves?"

Meekly, Torsn'dynl’ answered, “It is so, Highness, so that the line grows stronger, instead of weaker. There is nothing else. There are no schemes to have them take over The Realm, or such as this. Only to strengthen the line so as to prevent further plague upon them. I say truth, Highness. I vow this to you with my life."

San'lr'in’ sensed into her thoughts, then nodded her head lightly, “Yes. I sense you speak truly. But Is'en'nel', how can I be assured her mind wasn't planted with this seed, as well?"

After a moment, Is'en'nel’ responded, more hopefully, “I have a way, High Queen, for you to be fully assured across all the issues, but it will take some trust on your part."

"Tell Me."

Is'en'nel’ sent her thoughts to her privately. The High Queen nodded, “I agree to this."

Is'en'nel’ quietly slipped into The High Queen's mind, allowing The High Queen to have access to all her thoughts and knowledge. It was an act of desperation that caused much pain to The High Queen, but also caused many loss of moments for Is'en'nel'. But she did it willingly for The High Queen, for her daughter, for all these Elves, and for The Realm.

The Healer had been watching the moment carefully, fully guessing as to what now occurred. She was displeased that her Queen had consented to this so easily, but understood that her Queen felt there to be no other alternative. As had occurred with the Spirit Mothers, The High Queen was accessing all the knowledge and thoughts of the prior High Wizard Sorcerer, not an easy or painless task.

The High Queen stood perfectly erect as if nothing were occurring, but as The Healer placed her hand lightly upon her Queen's head, she could feel the inner turmoil and great pain. She sensed that her Queen had entered into her second meditation, surprised that The High Queen could do as such so rapidly as this, now, Her strength grows daily, it seems.

Catch her, Healer.

Is'en'nel’ had sent a quiet and tired sounding message to The Healer, letting her know that their transfer was complete. The Healer saw that The High Queen had no intention of falling, so guessed that Is'en'nel's message was far more figurative. She sensed more deeply into her Queen's thoughts, then learned what Sle'nel's mother had meant by the statement.

You are in The Realm, my Queen. Hear your heart. Hear your breathing. Hear my thoughts.

Having connected to a half-living/half-dead Elf had caused a disturbing disorientation for The High Queen. She could no longer tell if she were in or out of The Realm, and struggled for balance in her mind.

Sle'nel’ waits for you, High One. Listen to the sound of my thoughts.

Come to me, High One.

Return to The Realm, Highness.

Hear your heartbeat, High One.

After many moments, The High Queen opened her eyes and re-oriented herself to the room and to the task at-hand.

"My Queen?"

She looked at her Healer, “I am fine, Healer. Thank you. Now we must make haste, as we need the assistance of the prior Elves, yet their voices will end for us overly soon.” She looked at Sle'nel', “Have you found the code that was given to you upon your birth, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ nodded, “I think so."

San'lr'in’ turned to the Deep Mystics, “I will save My anger for later, but in truth, forgive your hesitancy. But to all those in The Realm, hear this—I fully expect that this will be the final moment in The Realm that information will be withheld from Me. I have no need, henceforth, of those who seek to control My reign. From hereon, no grace will be granted, no matter the issue, no matter the race, no matter the speaker."

She halted the issue, moving quickly to the next task, “Is'en'nel. Take the moment. It is now fully within your direction."

Is'en'nel’ hovered near her daughter's ear, “Daughter. You must give the spell through your staff. I cannot do this for you. As simple as this appears, there are none here except you that can command this of your staff. The first spell will undo the liquid spell while it will also lower the enclosures. When this is complete, another spell will be needed."

Sle'nel’ looked at San'lr'in', “Is all well and with your permission, High Queen?"

San'lr'in’ smiled gently at her, “I am fully satisfied. Return the Elves to our Realm, Elf. It is the moment."

Sle'nel’ raised her staff, then chanted the spell. As with some spells, a few sparks and a little smoke came from the staff, a disappointing magical effect to some, but with great strength. Everyone looked to the yet sleeping Elves, watching the liquid slowly make its descent into a now uncovered hole at the foot of each of them.

No movement of the Elves was yet seen, but as soon as the liquid left, the glass enclosures began to also descend, exposing the Elves fully to the room. Sle'nel’ bowed her head while raising her staff yet again, holding it straight out from her right side. She chanted a longer spell, then breathed in deeply. As she did as such, so did all the prior encased Elves, breathing their first breath in many prior cycles.

San'lr'in’ began to sense all the other half-living/half-dead now about her, sensing that there were nearly as many as the Elves that were now being awakened. She could sense that they each hovered near one of the returning Elves, watching over them.

"Do they all breathe?"

The Healer nodded, “All but seven, Highness."

Is'en'nel’ had provided The Healer with the ability to hear the now occurring communication between all the spirit Elves, allowing her to know of the wellness of the returning Elves, in case her assistance as a Healer was needed. The Healer watched the returning Elves with a deep fascination that such a thing could occur.

"All but seven? And you do nothing?"

"They are trying to revive them at this moment. They have not yet asked for my assistance."

All watched in amazement as the Elves began to return to the living. A few of the Deep Mystics’ ancestors had been told when the long prior Elves had managed to place these Elves into their long sleep, but no one now in the room had been in The Realm at that moment. After all these long cycles, everyone now in the room watched the Elves as they returned, and felt deeply honored in the moment.

San'lr'in’ watched as the seven not yet breathing seemed to grow weaker, not yet beginning movement of any kind, “Healer?"

"It doesn't look good for them, Highness. But they yet try."

"The unborn ones within them?"

"I yet know not of this, High One, and they say nothing in this regard."

Sle'nel’ raised her staff yet again, chanting another spell, ending it in the same fashion by taking a deep breath.

The Healer saw one of them breathe in fully, then another, “Two of them, Highness, return."

"The remaining five? What is being done?"

"The Elfin voices speak with them, telling them what they must do."

San'lr'in’ thought it not enough, “Is'en'nel'. Can nothing more be done for these five? The Healer could be of great assistance."

Is'en'nel’ was watching over the five, also well concerned, “I wish that there were something she could do. Healer, if you desire as such, please give an effort."

The Healer quickly went to one of them, laid the Elf upon the ground, then hit her fist strongly against the Elf's heart, over and over again. She gave the Elf some of her own breath, then hit her chest yet again. Suddenly, the Elf gasped, taking her first breath in overly many cycles. The Healer smiled, then moved to the next Elf.

Is'en'nel’ sounded sad, “No need on this one, Healer. She has died."

"There are yet some moments."

She did the same to the one Is'en'nel’ thought was dead, continuing the pattern for a few moments, when suddenly, this Elf also took in a great breath. “You give up overly easily, High Wizard Sorcerer. This one now lives."

Sle'nel’ had repeated the chant and spell with her staff, hoping to coax the remaining three into life as she had done with another. Try as she might, the Elves didn't respond. While The Healer and Sle'nel’ were doing as they could, both San'lr'in’ and Sume’ began helping with the other two, Sume’ refraining from touching an Elf without approval, as a R'kin'dles was unable to do as such, but sending her own magic upon her. Both succeeded, then turned and saw Sle'nel’ frantic over a now-dead Elf.

The Healer came over and placed her hand upon the Elf's stomach, “The unborn yet lives. We must save it."

Is'en'nel’ sounded hopeful, but saddened at the Elf's death, “You can save the child?"

The Healer nodded, “Ann'wn. I need your knife."

Caitha came near, “I can help in this, but the child is overly young."

The Healer nodded, “You can pull the unborn out as I pull the muscles away. The unborn looks to be two moons overly early, so you are correct in this. Her chances of life are limited, but her death is most certain if we give no attempt."

Ann'wn crouched down next to The Healer and handed her the knife, “You are most brave, Healer."

The Healer looked at her lover, grateful for the needed support, but said nothing as she looked back down upon the now dead Elf. With great skill and urgency, she made the cut needed to remove the unborn babe, taking caution not to harm her. When she was completed in the cut, she moved the tissues apart, “Now Caitha. Quickly, remove the unborn."

Caitha did as she had done upon many moments in Woden, removing the child carefully but quickly, then removed all the debris and wetness from her mouth and nose, placing her own breath carefully within her, helping her to breathe.

The Healer's hands were now well bloodied. Ignoring as such, she placed her hand upon the child's chest, feeling for the heartbeat, “Good Caitha. Keep doing as such. Gently."

Many moments passed as all the others looked on in desperation, “Does she live?"

The Healer ignored all the comments now occurring about her, “Is'en'nel'. Speak to this one. Compel her to come into The Realm."

Is'en'nel’ spoke softly to her for a few moments, then said, “I am most saddened in this one's loss. She was destined to be the next leader of the Elves. She is descended from a long line of great Elfin queens."

San'lr'in’ was fully surprised in Is'en'nel's statement, not having thought of such. She looked upon the babe, then felt into Is'en'nel's mind for a moment. She sensed the great deepness and sadness of the statement.

It is truth. She considers this one as most special.

The High Queen made Caitha to halt in giving the babe her breath, then gently placed her hand upon the newborn, moving some of her own energy into her. She closed her eyes, fully focusing on the little one's heart. Slowly and with great gentleness, she reminded the young one's heart to beat, as she also slowly reminded the young one's lungs to take in some air.

Gently. Don't force this young one. Let her come willingly into The Realm.

She transferred yet a little more energy, Come into The Realm, Young One. You are greatly needed. Your Elfin Queen awaits your assistance. You have much before you, Young One. And as High Queen, I have much need of you. Come to us, Little Great One. Come to all those who now await you.

Is'en'nel’ touched into San'lr'in's thoughts, It is enough, High Queen. She has died.

San'lr'in’ refused to give up on the Young One, gently pushing more of her own energy into the little one's fragile body, The Realm awaits you, Young Princess. Come see the now returned Elves. They await you, Young One.

She pushed a little further urgency onto the Young One's lungs and heart, then sent her more thoughts, The Elves have great need of you, Little One. Come to us. We need you.

Quietly and with the smallest of movements, the Little One finally breathed on her own, and finally made her heart to beat. The High Queen listened in amazement, slowly removing her own energy away from the Young One's heart and lungs, as the Young One now fought to do it on her own.

When the newborn was breathing steadily, with a strong heartbeat, San'lr'in’ smiled, took her gently out of Caitha's arms, and held her up high, “We welcome you, Ly'strl'n, Future Elfin Queen."

The Deep Mystics smiled, well pleased in their High Queen's actions and success, now knowing why she had taken such effort with this one. They went up to The High Queen, surrounding the Future Queen of El'fs'nd'lle. As The High Queen lowered the newly born to their height, they each placed their hands upon the Young Ly'strl'n, “We bid you welcome, Future Queen."

San'lr'in’ looked for Sle'nel'. When she saw her, she smiled and held out the newly born to her, “She is partially of your line, My Desire. She will serve you until your moments are completed, and then she will take her place as the Elfin Queen."

Sle'nel’ came over to her, touching San'lr'in', then touching the newly born, “Of my line, my Queen?” She looked upon the newly born, then kissed her gently upon her head, “I know not what we bring you into, in this vast and great Realm, but we will be here for you, Young One."

Sele’ also came over, “May I speak with her, Aunt High Queen? She and I are to rule at the same moments, so we are like sisters in this regard."

San'lr'in’ gave the child to Sle'nel', who then bent down to Sele's level, “Share your thoughts with her, Birth-Daughter, as you are sisters. If she is of my line, then you are related to her."

Sele’ touched Ly'strl'n gently, with great awe. Softly, she repeated her Mother's words, “Sisters. I have a sister."

Is'en'nel’ spoke to San'lr'in's thoughts, You are an even greater and stronger High Queen than I could ever have imagined. Thank you for this gift you give to us, Highness. Thank you for saving this one and giving her some of your life saving powers.

San'lr'in’ ignored the statement, but was secretly pleased in the moment. She looked around the room for the first moment in many, seeing all the newly returned Elves, “What are we to do with them? And who will now tend to this Future Queen who now has no Birth-Mother?"

Is'en'nel’ laughed aloud, startling everyone, “You brought her into The Realm, Highness, so you are her Birth-Mother."

San'lr'in’ jerked back, shocked, “This is not truth. The Healer and Caitha did as such."

Is'en'nel’ was yet laughing, but softly now, “This is so, Highness, but you touched her heart, mind and lungs. You brought her life into The Realm, High Queen. In truth, she will consider you as her Birth-Mother."

San'lr'in's eyes were wide in disbelief, “I certainly am no Birth-Mother, Is'en'nel'. I have not the moments for such. And I wouldn't know what to do in thi—"

"Worry not over this, Highness. She will be raised by another, but know this to be truth. This one will look to you as her Birth-Mother, as she is connected to you."

Sele’ looked up at her, “It is not so bad to have someone consider you as their Birth-Mother, Aunt High Queen."

* * * *

The Healer rose, feeling saddened about the one dead Elf, but pleased that The High Queen had managed to save the future Elfin Queen. She looked at her Queen for a moment, studying her fully, wondering if she had used her life-saving powers for the newly born one.

One of the many spirit Elves spoke to her, “Healer. We thank you for your great deeds and efforts. You will find some water to clean yourself over near the large barrels."

Just prior to averting her eyes away from her Queen, San'lr'in’ turned to The Healer, feeling someone's eyes upon her. Their eyes locked for a few moments, then saying nothing, The High Queen turned away, knowing The Healer guessed as to her actions.

All the others in The High Queen's group were now going from newly-returned Elf to newly-returned Elf, greeting them and trying to answer their questions. The newly-returned Elves had been long away from The Realm, and now wished to know of its developments. But even newly arrived, they had been told of who San'lr'in’ was, now remaining politely apart from her unless otherwise noticed.

The newly-returned Elves also wished to see and speak with Sle'nel', having been given the vow of who would return them. They watched her, wondering what she was like, now knowing that she had become partnered with The High Queen.

But Is'en'nel’ had only briefly mentioned to Sle'nel’ her role in regard to the newly returned Elves, “Daughter. As you may have prior guessed at such, you now oversee these Elves until the moments arrive when you deem Ly'strl'n well prepared for such."

"What does it mean to oversee these Elves, Mother? I surely cannot remain here with them. Or was this the expected?"

Is'en'nel’ hesitated for a moment, “It is as you say, Daughter. It wasn't planned that you were to be with The High Queen, but so be it. Perhaps you can spare a few turns to set all in order, then return occasionally to El'fs'nd'lle. Perhaps as The High Queen has always prior done, regardless of who was The High Queen, you might consider having a daily messenger bring reports and questions."

Sle'nel’ sighed, not pleased with the expectation. San'lr'in’ saw her speaking, and saw that she looked displeased.

"Is there an issue, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ nodded, sighing yet again, “I was expected from long prior to remain with these Elves. To remain with those I know not, and to lead them."

San'lr'in’ nodded, already having guessed as to this need of her lover, “Who else, My Desire? Of course you will lead them. You were the one chosen to do as such until such moments that they are with full awareness of this new realm that they now enter. But I have already planned for this expectation."

"You have?"

San'lr'in’ smiled softly at her, nodding, “You will need to remain in El'fs'nd'lle for a few turns, perhaps half a moon, then return to Me. From thereon, messengers can be arranged, and you and I, or you, can return as needed. We will manage this, My Desire, as I have great need of these Newly Returned Ones to know of The Realm, as well as to ensure their safety."

She moved closer to her, “All will be well, Elf. Trust Me?"

Sle'nel’ nodded, knowing that when her Queen and lover said this thing, there was absolute reason to trust her, “You know I do, my Queen."

"Perhaps you can find the moment within you to address your Elves, then, Princess, as they await you most eagerly. They now wonder if you are angry with them, or upset in the loss of the one Elf."

She nodded, looking about her, wondering what to say.

San'lr'in’ was sensing her thoughts, “Tell them that The Realm awaits them. That many are at the gates waiting anxiously to see them. Tell them that for now, the first few turns of their arrival will be spent informing them of The Realm. Tell them that they will need to resume their everyturn patterns, but that The Realm will provide whatever is needed until they can sustain their own numbers. And tell them that you are well pleased that they have returned."

"You are High Queen. You tell them."

San'lr'in’ raised an eyebrow, grinning down at her Elf, “I will speak with them, but then so must you, Elfin Queen."

San'lr'in’ walked to the middle of the room and addressed the Newly Arrived, “My most special Elves. I welcome you most fully back into The Realm. For overly many cycles upon cycles, The Realm has well missed its Elves, and suffered for their departure. But now here you stand, fully returned."

She spoke to them for many moments, assuring them that The Realm was excited and pleased over their return, and telling them of all the things expected from a High Queen. As she spoke, she looked at each one fully, studying them, and seeing for the first moment that the Elves had truly returned. Before her stood not the Mystics that appeared as anxious, but the ever-calm and self-assured Elves. And for the first moment since their arrival, she saw that their astounding beauty was now also fully returned to The Realm. To a one, the Elves before her all stood at least her height or taller, and all were fully Elfin, with the slightly differing eyes, the slightly differing ears, the slightly elongated faces, and all with fully long flowing dark hair.

Then she saw it. In her mind, while yet speaking to them, she sent a message to Is'en'nel', There are no males among them.

It is truth and as you say. The males were the most susceptible to the plague, so we chose not to return them through this passage. There are ten males to be born, however, the same percentage as lived within the Elfin community.

When she was completed with her speech, she raised her eyebrow again, feeling slightly wicked, “And fully a gift to The Realm, is your High Sorcerer, and Elfin Queen, Sle'nel'."

She moved her arm slightly, gesturing to her. Sle'nel’ caught her expression, knowing that her Queen would now sense into her thoughts, Later, my Queen, I shall get even with you for this.

She laughed to herself, A moment I truly anticipate, My Desire.

As Sle'nel’ spoke to the newly-returned Elves, San'lr'in’ and the others observed them. One hundred-ten Elves didn't seem like overly many in all The Realm, but numbered quite a lot in this room. Many looked upon the Elves, knowing that it would be many cycles prior to them leaving El'fs'nd'lle on a regular basis—at least until a good return of their prior numbers.

When all the formalities were completed, Is'en'nel’ spoke, “The Elves are returned, and we are well pleased and hopeful in this. Some of us, as the spirit Elves, will remain for yet a few turns to instill further needed Elfin knowledge, but within one moon, these Elves will be fully on their own. From there, Sle'nel', my daughter, High Sorcerer, and Elfin Queen, will direct the moments of El'fs'nd'lle. But for now, it has been a long turn, and all are fully tired."

They returned to The Realm's surface through yet another passage. It was as uphill as their entry was down, but was a slow upward path instead of stairs, so allowed for an easier climb, making it less tiring. The way was slow, as now all the newly-returned Elves ascended with them, going to their long-prior former dwellings.

Srn'threln’ had been designated into the position as Mil'der'in was with The High Queen—High Elfin Counselor. Sle'nel’ thought the pairing made good sense, and Srn'threln’ seemed to be well-pleased with the honor.

Sle'nel’ now walked with her as they ascended to ground level, “You are prepared for this duty, High Elfin Counselor Srn'threln'?"

"I am fully ready for your commands, Elfin Queen."

"What is your unborn intended to achieve, High Counselor?"

"She has been given the task of High Elfin Counselor to Ly'strl'n, High Sorcerer."

"Tell me, High Elfin Counselor, are each of you paired with another?"

"Paired, Highness? As in having selected our mates? No. It was part of the reasons for our selection. We were to all be without as such, in case our mate died during this long sleep. It is now our task to find our mates, but it is our choice alone and has not been controlled. It is hoped that many of us will have more than one child, and perhaps across differing lines, but again, this has not been commanded of us. Our mates are to be solely of our choosing."

They were pleased in each other, learning that they would work well together as a team, as was Sle'nel's desire. As they continued speaking to and learning of each other, San'lr'in’ was walking with Erthrn, “How was your eve with My sister, Queen Erthrn?"

"Most memorable, Highness. In all truth, I cannot recall another eve of such pleasure. While I quite enjoyed your younger sister, I find the High Priestess most mysterious and knowledgeable. But should I have asked first of your permission, Highness?"

San'lr'in’ placed her hand on Erthrn's shoulder as they walked up the long incline, “No, My friend. There is no need for this. I am truly pleased in this pairing. I hope it continues to give you pleasure."

Erthrn smiled, well pleased at the statement, “And I as well, Highness."

Caitha was walking with The Healer, Ann'wn, and Meera, “That was, in truth, a most amazing moment. Never would I have believed such as this could but be in The Realm. And Healer, you were most magnificent."

Ann'wn smiled and nodded, “It is truth, Shr'dler'in. I am most proud of your actions."

Shr'dler'in smiled, then reached out and took Ann'wn's hand into her own, feeling grateful that Ann'wn was now her lover. She felt feelings of contentment that had long remained apart from her. She blushed and spoke softly, “Thank you."

Sam watched as The Healer and Ann'wn held each other's hands, They come together in a most peaceful fashion, such as Caitha and Meera. Ah, to have such as this. She watched U'Aine for a moment, seeing her speaking and walking with one of the Elves, thinking her a most unusual woman, fiercely independent and strong, yet gentle and kind.

"Highest?"

Sam was startled by Uthrn's question, “Forgive me, Uthrn. What was your question?"

Uthrn asked the question again, but once again it went unheard, as Sam wondered how she should best approach informing Uthrn that she would not be journeying to Woden with her.

Sume’ was walking hand-in-hand with Young Sele', speaking with her, while also carrying the future queen of El'fs'nd'lle, Ly'strl'n. The High Queen saw that Sele’ looked upon Sume’ with adoration and happiness, as if Sume’ were the most wonderful Mystic in all The Realm. San'lr'in’ looked upon the curious moment, twisting her head slightly sideways in the oddness of it. The Healer saw her do as such and came up to her as they yet walked, “A High Queen doesn't always know everything, does she, Highness?"

San'lr'in’ looked for a moment more at her eldest sister, wondering as to the most extraordinary moment, then looked at her Healer. Speaking softly, she said, “I thought she tried to have Me killed. And she is a R'kin'dles. They hate Elves. And she hates Me. Yet she holds a future queen of El'fs'nd'lle, and holds hands with a partly Elfin one."

The Healer placed her hand gently on The High Queen's arm, a deeply forbidden act, but one in which The High Queen always gave her grace to her Healer. The Healer also spoke softly, “Perhaps neither of you were taught to love, High One. Love can do many strange things."

"But she hates Me."

"Look at them, Highness."

She looked back to her sister, who now moved her hand, with Sele's yet connected to it, to wave to her and The Healer. San'lr'in’ smiled and winked in return, at Sele', not knowing what to do with her sister, but knowing the gesture would suffice. She thought her sister looked uncharacteristically contented.

"Who is this woman?"

"Your sister, High One. Most definitely this. With every bit of personality as your own. She is your family, Highness. And apparently, she has long prior desired as such. There is no hate in her eyes, my Queen. She looks upon Sele’ as if she is her own daughter. And now look, she even carries the future queen of El'fs'nd'lle."

The High Queen's eyes looked softly upon her sister, studying her further for a few moments, finally arriving to her realization, “Look carefully upon My sister, Healer, as I finally see why I was meant to keep her firmly in The Realm. She is the key that will unlock the passage between the Elves and the R'kin'dles'."

The Healer nodded, feeling a most gentle of moments between her Queen and The High Queen's sister, “Perhaps, Highness, the R'kin'dles only needed to be loved by the Elves."

The High Queen narrowed her eyes, thinking of the most harsh battle between the Elves and the R'kin'dles, “Do you think, Healer, that the Elves never prior learned this lesson?"

"I am most certain that Sle'nel’ has, but that most certainly is because she is the Healer of Hearts, but I don't think the long-prior Elves did. Perhaps Is'en'nel’ had thought of such, and others with who she communicated. You could ask her of this prior to her final departure. But just a thought, Highness—have you asked yourself why the Spirit Mothers had sought to breed a Mystic and a R'kin'dles into one?"

The High Queen jerked her head to The Healer, fully surprised in the statement, “Did you know of this, Healer?"

She shook her head, “No, my Queen, but I have often fully wondered as to their thinking in this. I know them overly well to think that they experimented only. They had a reason, Highness, but we know not what it was. Perhaps we are seeing it manifested in this moment."

San'lr'in’ looked at her sister once again, feeling an emotion that she had seldom felt in her most demanding of life, “Perhaps. I know this not. But I do know that I have a sister, Healer."

The Healer nodded, knowing her Queen was coming to an understanding, “You do, Highness. A most interesting, demanding, intelligent ... and loving of sisters, my Queen."

She looked back to her Healer, “Why does one feel loss when there is none, Healer?"

"You refer to her returning to Sansthera, Highness? That she lives, but she is not with you?"

She nodded.

The Healer placed her hand onto her Queen's, whose arms were now folded in front of her. She gazed into her eyes and smiled the gentlest smile The High Queen had only seen from her Healer when they were lovers, “You will find a way to bring yourselves together, Highness."

The High Queen placed her hand onto her Healer's as they continued walking, while she looked ahead to where they now headed, “Healer?"

"My Queen?"

"It hurts to love and have affection for those around you, does it not?"

"It does, my Queen. A pain more unbearable than that of a deep sword wound. But a pain we seem to crave, Highness."

"Is your love as such for My Force Leader?"

"Most assuredly, High One. A pain that fully grabs my heart and twists it into ever tightening contortions upon every moment she faces our enemies."

She looked at her Healer sideways, reflecting on The Healer's words, “I think that our Sle'nel’ plays more a role in this Realm than any had prior thought, Healer, if she is the one to bring the R'kin'dles and the Elves together."

The Healer nodded, “And now you must find a way to return the R'kin'dles fully to the Realm, Highness."

The High Queen halted for a moment and looked fully at her Healer, “Are you certain you are not a Teacher disguised as a Healer, Shr'dler'in? Your knowledge frightens Me at moments."

The Healer grinned, teasing her Queen, “It is why you chose me as a lover, High One. I intrigued you, as Sle'nel’ now does. But your knowledge is perhaps the most frightening of all, my Queen, and I know this as truth."

* * * *

Is'en'nel’ and Ann'wn worked together to ensure that all the newly-returned Elves recalled their dwellings, while Sle'nel’ had taken a few of the Elves to the gates, where all The Realm awaited her report. The Mystics of The Realm were overjoyed in seeing the newly-returned Elves, as was expected, but the Elves found the experience strangely odd, although pleasant. All inside El'fs'nd'lle were then treated to an eve meal made by The High Queen's forces in honor of the turn's moments. Tables had been brought out from the dwellings so that all could remain together during the meal.

Prior to the meal, Sume’ went to her sister, “San'lr'in', speak to me."

The High Queen had been exiting from her meditations, “Sume'n'tinel'ti'non. What may I answer for you?"

"I have heard rumors regarding our grandmother. Be they truth? Tell me."

"It is so. She is dead."

Sume’ thought about the report for a moment, “How was this managed?"

"Sele’ twisted Meera and Sle'nel's minds to do as such.” San'lr'in’ explained the remainder of the tale, telling Sume’ of how their grandmother had nearly achieved her evil goals through Sle'nel's powers as High Sorcerer.

"So, she is finally and at long-last dead."

"Yes."

"And poor little Sele’ is now without her powers. You will not withhold them from her forever?"

"No. I have no such intention, and I have no need of her powers."

"Good. Then it is as it should be.” The High Queen was slightly amused that her sister cast off the tale so easily. “Now tell me of the Elf and the Dark Sorcerer. How did this occur? She is not the same as when I last saw her in Sansthera."

San'lr'in’ told the tale fully, but finding it difficult to do so. When she was done, Sume’ nodded, “You did well, in spite of yourself. You could have done nothing else. How is our Elf, now? She seems overly quiet."

San'lr'in’ told her of what the Dark Sorcerer had personally done to Sle'nel'. Sume’ listened carefully, not interrupting the long tale. When the difficult tale was completed, Sume’ stared at her for a moment, then spoke softly, “I am truly sorry for this, San'lr'in'. I trust this did not go unpunished."

"He was tortured, then sent to the Sorrows."

"Did he make her with child?"

"No."

Sume’ nodded slowly, once again, then spoke to her sister in a most unexpected fashion, “I am pleased that you were able to reach her as quickly as you managed. I would not have done as well, and this is truth. You have had a most difficult journey."

"Sit at My table this eve, Sister?"

"Of course. It is my right, and I will always do so, whether you like it or not."

San'lr'in’ laughed to herself, beginning to understand how to accept her sister. She had finally learned that Sume’ used such comments to protect herself from harm.

"A question, Sister?"

"From you? Of me? What could this be?"

"Were you long at the grandmother's?"

Sume’ raised an eyebrow, noticeably displeased at the thought, “Overly long. This one should have died far long prior. The Realm is better without her in it. And you?"

"Six moons."

Sume’ bowed her head for a moment, just now learning that this sister who she had long hated had gone through the same tortures as she had, feeling deeply hurt in being told otherwise, “It would seem we have much in common. I was never told of this. This grandmother of ours I would gladly have killed, if given the opportunity. I was weak, however, and gave her what spells I had, just for relief from the tortures. I was told that she gave them to you, but I see now this is not truth. Did you hang from those chains as well?"

The High Queen nodded, only.

Sume’ shook her head for a moment, “Our pasts are not pleasant, and not worth the moment of thought.” She turned and began to walk off, then turned back, “Well, are you coming, or no?"

* * * *

The High Queen was seated at the front table, per usual, but on this moment, she brought together her family to be seated with her.

Sle'nel’ looked surprised at the moment, smiling, but wondering what had occurred to cause her lover to do as such. Sume’ sat beside The High Queen, with Sele’ on the other side of Sume', while Sam sat next to Sle'nel'. The remainder of the table included her Healer, Ann'wn, Meera and Caitha, Erthrn', Mil'der'in and Fon'elnn', U'Aine, and even Ern'seln and Roen.

Sume’ was keeping the table well entertained with her stories and demands, but saw that her sister simply smiled while observing all of them, “Are you ill? What is wrong with you? Why do you have this stupid smile upon your face?"

San'lr'in’ placed her hand gently on Sume's arm, looking at the physical connection for a moment while she gathered her words together. She then looked into Sume's eyes and spoke softly and slowly to her, “I cannot find the words that match My heart, My Sister, but know that I now speak truth. If the moment were to come again, I wouldn't hesitate to save this most worthwhile life that now sits beside Me."

For a quick moment, San'lr'in’ saw a tear form in Sume's eyes, as Sume’ stared at her in full disbelief. San'lr'in’ placed her hand on Sume's cheek, startling her beyond all understanding, “If there were anything that is possible within My powers or possessions to give, I would give gladly to be able to have you with Me at more of the moments."

Sle'nel’ had overheard the conversation. She reached her hand across the table, placing it on Sume's arm, “And Sele’ and Ly'strl'n need you, High Priestess, as do I."

Sume’ didn't know how to respond, so reverted to sarcasm while looking down at her meal, “There must be something in this meal that is causing such melancholy. Quick, find a taster!"

San'lr'in’ laughed lightly at the comment, understanding the need to change the passionate moment, but felt slightly disappointed. As she began to look away and remove her hand, yet surprised in her own emotions, she felt Sume's hand upon her own. As she looked back at her sister, she saw that Sume’ was staring at her most intently. She spoke so softly that San'lr'in’ could barely hear her, “While I know not if what you ask is possible of me, know that there are no other words in all The Realm that would mean as much to me. Thank you."

San'lr'in’ didn't know the words were in her, but added, “Think hard on this, My Sister, as I need you, most truly."

Sume’ stared into her eyes, squinting, taking a moment to respond, “I would much like spending more moments with Sele', and even Ly'strl'n, but I cannot understand how this could be made possible. I am the High Priestess of Sansthera. What would become of the town?"

"Like Sansthera, I have much need of your talents and abilities. I could supply a force leader to watch over Sansthera and secure its safety, as well as secure its loyalty to you, High Priestess. This is an easy request, and in truth is done often throughout The Realm. But I have much need of you, as I am uncertain if they chose the correct High Queen, Sume'n'tinel'ti'non."

Sume’ suddenly looked serious, then said, “Never have these doubts, San'lr'in'. Never. They chose well, and they chose wisely. I know this as truth, no matter the words I have said against this, prior. Speak not these words of doubt to me again."

She continued to look at San'lr'in’ for a long moment, staring deeply into her eyes, fully unable to breathe in the moment, never having anyone say what had been said to her with full meaning and honesty. She smiled briefly, then said, “I will give thought to your offer, High Queen.” Then she quickly looked away, back to Sele', “Why have you not yet completed your meal, my little Queen? Come, eat the..."

Music had been provided, and Mil'der'in asked The High Queen, “Would you be gracious enough to accept the opening dance for us, Highness? It would give all great pleasure if you would do as such."

San'lr'in’ looked about her for a moment, seeing that all the Elves were also waiting. She nodded, stood and held her hand out to her lover, “Would you give Me the honor of providing the first dance with Me, High Sorcerer?"

Sle'nel’ laughed lightly, placing her hand on The High Queen's cheek, “I know not who I now dance with, my Queen, but I know full well that she is the most wonderful in all The Realm."

The High Queen looked surprised as they walked together, arm-on-arm to the makeshift dance floor, “Tell Me of your meaning, Elf."

Sle'nel’ bowed to her as they reached the middle of the dance floor, then looked back up to her, as The High Queen took Sle'nel’ into her arms, “You prove to all upon almost the same moment that a High Queen can be both a strong warrior as well as a kind and loving friend, sister, and lover. I am most proud of you, Lover."

San'lr'in’ stared deeply into Sle'nel's eyes, wondering why it had to take as long as it had to come together with this Elf. She sighed, “It has been an overly long journey, has it not?"

U'Aine watched them dance, comforted that for the first moment in overly many, she could observe The High Queen freely, without fear of recognition. It felt odd to be returned so fully to The Realm. She relaxed for the first moment in what felt like overly many cycles. She watched The High Queen dance with the Elf, ever amazed at how much devotion San'lr'in’ drew to her. Even after all these cycles, and even after having lost to her during many contests long prior, she yet felt awed when in The High Queen's presence. Like no other, she knew the deep sorrows The High Queen had faced when the Mungardies had killed her lover. For many turns, U'Aine had slipped quietly and undetected by any of the guards into The High Queen's room, giving her the spells and words needed to help her heal from her great back wound.

The second dance had begun, and U'Aine had turned her attentions to The Highest of Woden as she went to the dance floor with the Warrior Women of the Sword, doing so somewhat reluctantly. U'Aine wondered as to this pairing, seeing that The Highest's body movements seemed tense. As U'Aine observed Sam and Uthrn, Sam suddenly looked to U'Aine, having sensed another's eyes upon her. For a mere moment, their eyes locked, then with no acknowledgement of the instance, Sam turned back to Uthrn, continuing in the dance and their conversation.

U'Aine yet watched The Highest, finding herself compelled toward Sam's quiet intensity, her easy laughter, and her astounding beauty.

Mil'der'in held out her hand as she stood at U'Aine's back, “Dance one dance with me, Master?"

U'Aine quickly stood and took Mil'der'in's hand, “This is not required on your part, High Counselor. I can well see that you are quite pleased in your pairing. I accept this as so."

"As a friend, U'Aine. Only this."

U'Aine bowed her head once, “Then I am most honored, High Counselor."

As they danced, Mil'der'in maintained the conversation, “You have been distanced from The Realm for overly long, Master. I am most pleased to see your return. Have you been with a pairing across all these long moments?"

U'Aine laughed quietly, “Of course, High Counselor. All wonderful and beautiful, but none that have moved to a commitment. But I am pleased to see that you have paired well. Tell me of your long-prior Master."

Caitha asked Uthrn to dance with her during the third dance, while Fon'elnn’ had returned to Mil'der'in. As U'Aine began to return to the table, she looked up slightly and met eyes with Sam, who was also returning so as to sit.

"Highest."

Sam smiled lightly, “Master."

"Are you enjoying this eve's entertainment?"

Sam laughed, mocking herself, “Hardly this."

U'Aine held out her hand, “Perhaps a dance with a stranger might provide more light-hearted entertainment for you?"

Sam stared at her for a moment, “I am uncert—"

"It is just a dance, Highest. Nothing more. Perhaps you could continue in your tale of Woden. I find myself most fascinated in this town."

Sam spoke easily of Woden while they danced, enjoying the moment. She and Uthrn had been arguing once again, and Sam was most displeased in doing so. She began to relax as she spoke of Woden, taking comfort in the memory of her favored town. Sam found U'Aine an excellent partner and a most attentive listener, acting as if she were truly interested in the town.

U'Aine enjoyed Sam's tales of Woden, finding herself genuinely interested in this small and mostly human community, “Does it have difficult moments, Highest?"

"It has had many battles."

Sam shared the tale of Woden's most recent battle against Buron. U'Aine nodded, “I recall this event. It has been shared across The Realm of this fight. Are you the one, Highest, who defeated this most corrupt leader?"

"I am, but Woden had to fight the remainder of the battle. It was a most dif—"

"Master. I would like to dance with my partner."

U'Aine and Sam halted their dance, both looking at Uthrn.

U'Aine began to hand Sam's hand over to Uthrn, “Of cour—"

"Uthrn. Not now, please. We must end this."

Uthrn was upset, knowing that Sam didn't wish her to come to Woden, “She has no right in this dance, Sam. She has stolen you from me."

Sam spoke softly, “Uthrn. Do this not. You know this is not so."

U'Aine looked at Sam, “Highest. I mind not. I can see that ther—"

Uthrn had turned jealous, seeing that Sam wouldn't even allow her the dance. She pulled her sword from its sheath and raised it to U'Aine, “I challenge you, Master. You have stolen my lover from me."

As Uthrn shouted this, all the others halted the dancing, as the musicians also halted their music. Sle'nel’ began to go over to them, but San'lr'in’ held her back, “Let it be, Lover. U'Aine will take caution in this, as this is a typical stance of a Warrior Woman of the Sword."

"Poor Sam."

U'Aine raised her hands, “I have no weapon, Warrior Woman."

Uthrn moved her sword to U'Aine's throat, “She is mine, Master. You interfere. Now go."

Seeing no resistance from U'Aine, Uthrn began to resheath her sword, when suddenly, it was removed from her hands. She jerked back in surprise, then saw that U'Aine held it, now pointing its tip at her throat. Never prior had a warrior ever stolen Uthrn's sword from her, and she didn't know whether to be amazed or angry.

"You are quick, Master. You make this seem easy."

U'Aine made a quick move of her hands, tossing the sword in the air and catching it by its tip. She offered the sword back to Uthrn, then spoke softly so that only Sam and Uthrn could hear her, “This argument is between you and The Highest, Warrior Woman, but this wouldn't seem the best of moments or places for as such. I have no quarrel with you, as you are honored as a Black Guard in The High Queen's forces. Disgrace not this honor, Warrior Woman. This is the greatest of honors. Act as such.” She held the sword to Uthrn, who had yet not taken it. But she saw that Uthrn was wondering how to move out of the situation.

U'Aine placed her hand on Uthrn's shoulder and began to laugh, speaking loudly enough so that all could hear, giving Uthrn a way out of the embarrassing moment, “An excellent attempt against a Master, Black Uthrn. Allow me to teach you this trick next turn. You are strong and will learn it easily."

Once again, she spoke softly, “Take this as a gift. All will think we have a contest, only. Take your sword, Black Uthrn. Take it and leave graciously, as has been given you the opportunity. Disgrace not your High Queen's trust in you."

Uthrn nodded and took the sword, looking saddened in the moment. She resheathed it, then looked at U'Aine, “You are correct, Master. I give you my apology.” She bowed her head in respect, then turned to Sam, trying to hide her feelings of hopelessness, “And you as well, Highest. Perhaps we can speak more on this at a more appropriate moment."

She turned and left. Sam turned to U'Aine, “And you have my apology for this—"

San'lr'in’ nodded to the musicians to begin the music. As they did, U'Aine held out her hand, interrupting Sam's apology, “May we continue in the dance, Highest, as I believe you were yet telling me of the great battle. This has well captured my attention."

* * * *

Uthrn didn't return to the dance, and Sam was grateful. She danced with U'Aine for the remainder of the eve, feeling free from her most troubled pairing with Uthrn. She had forgotten how enjoyable a relationship could be. This is what Sle'nel’ provided, but I didn't see what a gift her easy presence was, until Uthrn.

"U'Aine dealt well with that situation."

San'lr'in’ nodded, “To be a great warrior, one must know which battles to fight and from which to walk away. Uthrn has much to learn, as she knows only the way of the Warrior Women of the Sword. But she will learn."

Roen and Ern'seln’ danced the eve with Sele', enjoying the Young Future Supreme Sovereign's company, as she always made them laugh. After the sorcerer women took Sele’ to her eve's sleep, Ern'seln’ held Roen more tightly to her as they danced, wondering if Roen would yet come fully to her bed. Roen was yet healing from her ordeal with the grandmother, but seemed to desire Ern'seln’ as much as Ern'seln’ desired her. Yet neither knew how to move into the moment.

"What do you think of the Master U'Aine, Roen?"

"You are much like her, Ern'seln'. You will be as such upon one turn. You are as good as this, in all fashions."

Ern'seln’ blushed, “How would you know this? You are not a Master."

Roen had spoken little of her past, acknowledging no suggestions toward it, “I have observed this much. And besides, I can tell this. You remain most gentle with me, in spite of your great desire. You have not pushed."

It was perhaps the most words at one moment that Roen had yet spoken, and Ern'seln’ was shocked. Roen halted her dancing and pulled Ern'seln’ to her, kissing her with every bit of passion she had withheld from Ern'seln'. Ern'seln’ blushed when they had finally broken apart, then pulled Roen to her, no longer hiding her need.

Roen took Ern'seln's hand, “I have had enough of the dance. Take me to your bed, Ern'seln'. I am ready."

Overly consumed in their own need of each other, they didn't notice that all those now about them were smiling their knowing smiles, pleased that Roen was finally returning to The Realm.

San'lr'in’ looked into her Elf's eyes as they continued to dance, ever thinking them the most beautiful in The Realm.

"You yet find my eyes intriguing?"

San'lr'in’ raised an eyebrow as she stared at Sle'nel', “Yes, but not just your eyes, My Desire.” Her eyes showed an intensity that Sle'nel’ well understood.

"When do you plan to leave El'fs'nd'lle, San'lr'in'?"

"In three turns. I must tend to the Mungardies, and a War Council is needed for this. You?"

"I know not, but soon."

San'lr'in’ pulled Sle'nel’ close to her, not wishing to think on the necessary separation, “I will miss you. Elf, are you pleased with your role and in our union?"

Sle'nel’ frowned, “I am sorry you are not aware of this.” She placed her hand on her lover's cheek, “Hear me well, San'lr'in'. If I had the choice to begin it all again, I would do it all the same so that I may be with you."

"As much as this?"

They began walking away from the eve's celebration, returning to Sle'nel's dwelling, holding hands, “Will you perform the Elfin Lour'den’ Ceremony with me prior to your leave?"

San'lr'in’ drew Sle'nel’ to her, kissing her fully, displaying her need, “If this truly be your desire, so shall it be."

Caitha and Meera were also at the eve's entertainment, enjoying themselves. Caitha had been overly busy gathering Elfin stories, songs and events to her, so had few moments for Meera since their arrival to El'fs'nd'lle.

Meera held her tightly, “Are you yet planning on remaining in El'fs'nd'lle until Sle'nel’ leaves?"

Caitha nodded, “I must, M'Love. There are no other storytellers about us. Must you leave with The High Queen?"

"I know not. Someone must remain with Sle'nel'. I will speak with Ann'wn in this regard."

Caitha ran her fingernail down Meera's neck, teasing her senses, “I have missed you with me, M'Love."

Meera smiled, shivering slightly at the feeling, “Then it will make the eve all the better."

* * * *

After their eve of togetherness, San'lr'in’ woke to the continual shifting of Sle'nel', “You move about in this bed as if you are running."

Sle'nel’ sighed, moving close to her lover, “I am sorry, San'lr'in'. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Are you concerned over your former lover's departure?"

Sle'nel’ moved in even closer: “No, not concerned. It is just a strange feeling. We will finally be separated throughout all the moments."

"You will see her again."

She sighed, “It is not even Sam, in truth. It is as if I finally leave Woden behind."

"Yet you see it in one moon."

"But now in a different fashion. It is no longer as returning home. Upon that moment, I will return as a visitor."

"Does the Valley feel as your home, now?"

Sle'nel’ placed her arm across her lover's breasts, “No."

"No?” She was truly surprised, “What does feel as such?"

Sle'nel’ began to tease and touch her lover, “You are my home. You feel as such."

Meera had gone to Sam early, hoping she would have a few moments to speak with her prior to her departure. Sam was glad to see her, and placed her hand on Meera's shoulder, “Meera, I will miss you most deeply. What will I but do without you?"

Meera looked into Sam's bluest of eyes, knowing that one part of her would ache wildly upon Sam's departure, “And I you, Highest. I will recall our lives in Woden with great fondness. Never will I forget all our moments together. We have been through much together, and I greet this parting with great sadness. But I know you will fare well."

Sam looked at her friend with deep affection, “Woden will be far different without you, Caitha or Sle'nel'. It has faced but many changes within itself, now that Apien and Fornaith have become part of Woden. If I have but learned nothing else, I have learned that all things change."

"You will need to find a companion, Highest. I worry over this for you."

"In truth, it will be difficult to return to my dwelling, but May will help, as will all of Woden. I will think seriously on the notion of a companion."

Meera felt great uneasiness in the conversation, “I know not what to say, Sam. We never prior parted in such a fashion as this. Never prior did one of us leave, to never return in the same way."

"And it will be but most difficult for me to return to Woden's simpleness. For many moons now I have feasted in the newness and excitement of The Realm. Yet, in some strange fashion, I am but excited to return. I do miss Woden and Hengist. Much now faces them, and I know that I can help in this."

"They most certainly miss you, Highest. In all my cycles in Woden, no Highest has come close to your abilities. They need you, Sam."

Sam looked deeply saddened for a moment, “What will I do without your council, my friend?"

Meera told her truthfully, “Keddi and Margeria will be most excellent leaders for you."

Caitha came up to them and saw the sadness between them, “Both of you, halt these overly sad feelings. We must be happy for each other, and besides, Highest, we will see you in but a moon's passing. We know not what will now occur, so we shouldn't dwell on the downsides. And M'Love, given that Sam is of The High Queen's line, I remain certain that we will but see her quite often."

Meera looked at her companion, knowing her as correct, “It makes it not easier, Caitha. Sam and I have been great friends for long prior."

Sam nodded, but also felt sad, “She is correct, Meera. But Caitha, Woden will miss you deeply."

"And, M'Love, they will replace us just as easily, as must occur. As with all our prior battles, there was loss, yet newness grew out of the loss."

Sle'nel’ and The High Queen also went to Sam to say their farewells, “Sam'r'in'thel'ineln'. I look most forward to visiting your community at moon's end."

"All will be prepared for you, Sister."

"We all will miss your great presence."

"As I will miss The Realm, Highness."

Sam looked at Sle'nel', knowing that the distance between them would now grow even further, “Will you come with The High Queen upon her visit?"

"Of course, if you would desire it as so."

"I do."

She nodded, feeling strangely saddened in the moment, “Please give my regards to May and Tadan."

Sam laughed, “They are both anxious to see you again, and to meet The High Queen."

Sle'nel’ also laughed, looking at her lover as if examining her, “Tadan and San'lr'in'. I would like to see this moment. And I would wager that even May will most surprise our High Queen."

The High Queen looked confused, “Your first lover's son? He is a mere boy, is he not?"

Sam tried to control her laughter, “A boy, yes, and he is most anxious to meet you. He would like to be in your service, my Sister."

"My service? A boy such as this?"

Sle'nel’ touched her High Queen's arm, “The Spirit Mothers said that the future tales told of how Tadan and Sele’ were deeply connected."

San'lr'in’ raised an eyebrow at that comment, “In truth?"

"Perhaps you should ask them upon our journey to Woden, San'lr'in'."

"Perhaps, as you say.” She turned to Sam, “I look forward to this visit with you, Sister. Until then, I will have messengers sent between us every few turns.

Sam smiled at the report, “Excellent, Highness. Having reports from The Realm will help show Woden that you but protect them."

San'lr'in’ shook her head slightly, “Would they not think this interference on My part?"

"No, Highness. They have long felt isolated in The Realm. This will but enhance their anticipation of your arrival."

Sle'nel’ nodded, “She speaks truth. They have long wished for connections to others, but have had no way in which this might occur. Woden has long prior thought themselves as alone in this realm."

"Do they know you now return, Highest?"

Sam nodded, “They do. They have informed me that the celebration has been long prepared for this moment."

Sle'nel’ hugged Sam, “I will see you in one moon, Highest of Woden. We will miss you."

Sam looked at Sle'nel', a lifespan of thoughts crossing through her mind, “It seems but strange, does it not? All our cycles spent in Woden, yet we knew nothing of The Realm. Now, in just a short passage of our moments, our entire lifespan has changed. It seems not real, in some ways."

Sume’ had also come to wish her youngest sister farewell, “Leave it to The High Queen to turn every event into a solemn and boring one."

San'lr'in’ laughed lightly and easily, no longer taking Sume's words as the real intent. She merely shook her head while smiling, and said nothing.

"Has our useless middle sister provided you with enough guards?"

"Yes, High Priestess."

"Has she prepared you with enough provisions?"

"She has, but Woden is not that far distant, High Priestess. We will travel quickly."

"And Sele'?"

Sam looked around, “I thought she would be here to say her farewells, as well."

"I am here, Mother. I come.” Sele’ had been running ahead of Ern'seln'.

Sam bent down, letting Sele’ run into her arms. She gave her a long hug, “I want you to do as all your teachers tell you, Sele'. Make me proud of you. And make but certain that your High Queen brings you to Woden to see me. All of Woden waits for you, Daughter. They knew you prior to your birth."

Sele's head bounced up and down in its excitement, “I recall Woden, Mother. I recall all those who were near you prior to my birth. Birth-Mother would inform me of whoever she spoke to, and I recall them well."

"And Tadan is returning from Fornaith to see you once again. He has missed you, and wishes he could be near you."

Sele’ acted as if she were whispering, but spoke loud enough for all to hear, “I will work on High Queen, Mother, so that she sees Tadan as great worth to The Realm."

Sam hugged her again, kissed her on her forehead, then placed her on the ground, “Learn your lessons well, Sele'. And know that I will miss you most deeply."

"I know, Mother. I will miss you even more than this. But prepare Woden for us, as I am most excited at this visit."

Sume’ hugged Sam briefly, “You have grown in your wisdom since our first meeting, Highest. I hope we meet again soon."

Sam touched her hand to Sume's shoulder, “Remain in the Valley until our Sister comes to Woden, then attend with her. I would like you to see Woden."

Sume’ hesitated for a moment, “Perhaps. I will speak with San'lr'in’ in this regard. And Sele’ could use me on the journey, so...” She let the thought drift off by itself.

Meera had searched about her, but hadn't seen who she now sought, “Uthrn is not traveling with you, Highest?"

Sam shook her head, “No longer."

Sam mounted the new horse her sister had given to her, and The High Queen petted the horse's nose, “You must name your horse soon, Highest of Woden."

"Woden attends not to this practice. Why is this done, Highness?"

To name a thing is to give it life."

Sam nodded, now sitting astride her most beautiful and mystical horse, “Then it shall be done, as well as with the others."

Sam would finally be traveling to Woden. From the Valley she would travel with a few guards, the scholars, the sorcerers, and those who no longer wished to be trained as Masters. With the new horses in tow, she turned her horse toward those she was to journey with, showing no visible signs of her hesitation or regret.

Sam had rid herself of Uthrn, and although she found Uthrn an exciting lover, she knew that it wouldn't be wise to have to fight against Uthrn while in Woden. And after spending the eve's entertainment with U'Aine, she realized that her interests lay in those more quiet than Uthrn could manage. Neither she nor U'Aine had moved the eve to any other than friends, but Sam had enjoyed the eve in U'Aine's company, yet finding herself slightly shivering when her thoughts moved to her. She had woken to the memory of looking all the eve into U'Aine's intense yet kind eyes.

Suddenly, she turned back to Meera and the others, looking down at them from astride her horse, “I will see you in one moon. All of Woden will celebrate your arrival. Until then, be well."

Ann'wn had also arrived so as to say her farewells, “I will see you in one moon, Highest. You have our most excellent guards riding with you on your journey to Woden. Remain safe."

Ann'wn had gone up to Sam and held out her hand and arm. Sam placed her hand on Ann'wn's arm, grasping it with her hand, as custom in warrior-to-warrior gestures. They looked at each other for a moment, then Sam let go the embrace and began to turn to her journey, when suddenly, another rider arrived.

U'Aine jumped off her horse and went to San'lr'in', kneeling and bowing her head before her, “M'Lady."

"Second Master. Tell Me of your need."

"I would like to travel with the guards and The Highest to Woden. When word reaches that you travel to Woden, I will return to make the journey with you."

San'lr'in’ smiled and placed her hand on U'Aine's head, As you desire, U'Aine. I know you will remain vigilant in our Realm. Enjoy your rest. You have well earned this moment. She then removed her hand, “Journey in peace."

U'Aine rose and nodded her head to her Queen, then turned to Sam, “Highest of Woden. Would you grant me the permission to view your Woden? Your tales of it have compelled me to see it for myself. I will not be a disturbance for you during this journey."

Smiling to herself, Sle'nel’ thought that perhaps it would disturb Sam, but not in the fashion that U'Aine was thinking.

Sam nodded her head once, well surprised that U'Aine desired as such, “The journey is made all the more pleasurable with your presence, Master."

As U'Aine re-mounted her horse, Sam waved, then turned and made her horse to begin their journey. While she knew she would miss all those she now left behind, she looked forward to returning to Woden, with even greater interest in the journey now that U'Aine was accompanying her. She patted her horse, “Come, Brechea. It is the moment for you to see your new home. You will like Woden, as it is most beautiful."

All watched for a moment as Sam and U'Aine rode away, each keeping their own thoughts to themselves, except Sele', who had begun to cry, “This doesn't feel good. I want her here."

Sume’ bent down and picked her up, “Of course you do, Little Queen. But it is the way of The Realm.” She began to walk off with Sele’ in her arms, “Have I told you the tale of how I came to be in Sansthera?"

Sle'nel’ turned her head to first watch Sele’ departing with Sume', noticing how quickly Sele’ was growing, then turned her head to Sam, seeing all the things she had loved about her, but mostly marveling at Sam's beauty as she sat as an assured warrior and Highest upon her horse. Silently, she hoped that all would be safe, and that Sam and U'Aine might find their way together.

San'lr'in’ heard Sle'nel’ quietly say to herself only, “Farewell, Highest of Woden."

[Back to Table of Contents]