Elfhaven: Part 1 & 2

By Michelle Maple

Elfhaven is exactly what it implies--a haven for elves, governed by a high council of five. It is forgotten by time and hidden from the intrusive present-day human population. There was a time when elves thought of themselves as fearless protectors of the earth and defenders of the innocent, but that time is long past. Elfhaven's council has no choice but to confess their fear, not only for their existence but for the world outside their realm, or so they claim. From the instant of their existence, elves have protected the world from evil, but now there is a new malevolent threat that is beyond their capability. The ruler of the netherworld called Helgrey has never hidden her intent to dominate the earth, thus transforming it into the twisted version of her own world. But the prize she covets most is the destruction of Elfhaven. In the past, she has hidden behind tact and subtle innuendos, but now her threat has become a fear-provoking reality as Widdow enacts her wrathful vengeance by unleashing a horrendously wicked scheme that takes the form of an unholy ally that the council is unable to combat. The council is in dire need of a champion for their cause and finds one in the form of a woman. She is young, inexperienced, and of all things, a human. That is, until a freak accident results in her bizarre transformation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781638604754

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Acknowledgments

Usually, the acknowledgments are at the end of a book. I opted for the beginning because without these wonderful people that I’ve been blessed to have in my life, the Elfhaven series would not have been possible.

First and foremost, thanks to my readers. I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading Elfhaven as much as I enjoy writing it.

I would like to thank my son, Andrew Maple. He is my muse, collaborator, and constant inspiration. He has spent hours at a time throwing ideas for my characters at me. He started a path that led to a magical place, both in my book and in my heart.

I would also like to offer my gratitude to my other son, Kevin Maple, and his significant other, Rachel Hutton, for editing and helping me with my book ads. Their support and love are invaluable to me.

Fiona Graves, a great author in her own right, has my heartfelt thanks for teaching me how to express myself on paper.

I also want to acknowledge my daughter, Sabrina Darlene Neal, and my three nieces—Brandy, Sylvia, and Vanessa—for being my biggest fans. They encouraged me to keep writing and never let me quit.

And finally, my thanks to Tiffany Csesznegi for the cover of War Witch and The Unnamed Demon. Her creative talent as an artist knows no bounds. I hope I am fortunate enough to have her do all the covers of my books. And yes, there are many more to come.

Part 1

War Witch

Elfhaven is precisely what it implies—a haven for elves, governed by a high council of five, forgotten by time and hidden from the intrusive present-day human population.

There was a time when elves thought of themselves as fearless protectors of the earth and defenders of the innocent, but that time has long passed. Elfhaven’s council has no choice but to confess their fear, not only for their existence but the world outside their realm. Elves continuously protect the world from evil. But now there is a new malevolent threat that is beyond their capability. The ruler of the netherworld, called Helgrey, has never hidden her intent to dominate the earth, thus transforming it into the twisted version of her world. However, the prize she covets most is the destruction of Elfhaven. In the past, she has hidden behind tact and subtle innuendos. Now her threat has become a fear-provoking reality as Widdow enacts her wrathful vengeance by unleashing a horrendously wicked scheme that takes on the hideous form of an unholy alliance. One that the council is unable to combat. Elfhaven is in dire need of a champion for their cause and finds one in the form of a woman. She is young, inexperienced, and of all things, a human. That is until a freak accident results in her bizarre transformation.

The council engages a Sylvan to bring Laura safely from her home in Oregon to Elfhaven. His immense hatred of humans makes him hesitant and hostile at first, but the importance of his mission is not lost on him.

By Elvin law, Laura must endure three trials to take the vacant seat that the council has scrupulously manufactured for her. First, she must survive a transformation in her DNA. Second, she must show her purity of heart by accepting a black rose filled with the evil of a Drow without being tainted by it. The third proves to be the most difficult for Laura. She must resist the overwhelming urge to carry out an act of vengeance.

Once at Elfhaven, Laura encounters a wondrous world of enchanted magic, multifaceted personalities of the elves she meets, and inexplicable peril when she becomes ensnared by a bizarre chain of events. This leads to an unlikely union between Laura and a devilishly handsome high-ranking Drow that the council had uncharacteristically enlisted as an emissary.

After a short period in her new home, she fears a dark intent in the council’s politics and is aware that she has become the victim of the council’s manipulation on several levels. To make matters worse, if she defies the council by neglecting the duties they have assigned her, the elves she has grown to love will pay the price with their own lives.

After battling Driders and the war witch, it is believed that the worst is over, but to Elfhaven’s terror, it is only the beginning. She hasn’t yet confronted the blood beasts and shadow shifters residing in the realm of Kilgarn, but she does feel their unholy existence and the presence of a faceless, nameless creature that stalks her wherever she goes.

Chapter 1

Elfhaven’s High Council

His first glimpse of Elfhaven was nothing special. To human eyes, it appeared as a mystical city of exceptional beauty, but indeed not anything Frey had not seen before. Frey had witnessed thousands of spectacular sights during the length of his life. It was during his wanderings toward the adventure that led him to sights that ranged from splendorous natural wonders to bewitching events one would only hold to the imagination.

His Elvin form had skillfully avoided the patrols wandering the nearby mountainside. His Elvin eyes danced with mischievous delight as he approached the city undetected. As he entered the arched gates, he had no trouble from the two sentries posted, one on each side. He found it almost laughable as he bent their minds and wills to his own. This was a trick he learned from an Avariel named Twila. She had been his traveling companion and friend since the day he found her battered body lying directly in his path of a forest he frequently traveled. She lay motionless at his feet, covered in her blood. Her tribe’s temporary dwelling deep within a vast forest had been raided by Drows, a natural enemy of all elves. Drows were the only elves in existence that were inherently evil in spirit and deed. Through their dark actions, they earned their reputation as loathsome creatures—corrupt to the core and unredeemable.

A great many years ago, the Drow nation was driven underground directly after the Great War between elves, but it took the combination of every Elvin race to do it…and the cost was high.

Occasionally, when they could get away with it, Drows would abandon their underworld homes to raid small bands of Elvin tribes then contently return to the safety of their dark dwellings. It was during just such a raid that Twila’s tribe was savagely wiped out, save herself.

He had never laid eyes on an Avariel before that day. It was a shock to look at an elf with long birdlike wings. It would be easy for a human to visibly mistake an Avariel for an angel with Twila’s dovelike downy white feathers so soft to the touch. When her wings were retracted, the length was from head level to the calf of her leg.

It was nothing less than sheer determination and a consuming desire for a more extended life that prevented her from giving in to the shadows of death. It was Frey’s admiration of her strong will and fighting spirit that compelled him to nurse her back to health. In payment for his kindness toward her, she taught him the skills of her tribe. Mind shaping was what she taught him and was only one of many skills that he now possessed. Perhaps that was the reason for his summons to Elfhaven’s High Council. He was offered an escort but found his way into the city more to his liking.

Now inside, he found that Elfhaven wasn’t one city at all. Instead, it was a combination of four cities. It wasn’t the vast size of Elfhaven that surprised him but rather the many different races of elf residing altogether. It was unusual. Although all Elvin races got along reasonably well, each race typically preferred to live separately from another, with each thinking of themselves as separate because of customs and goals of their own. This thought caused him to wonder how the various races maintained a united front without conflict, as was Elfhaven’s reputation.

It didn’t take Frey long to locate the council’s whereabouts. After skillfully extracting bits and pieces of information from the minds of passersby, he learned that the council convened in a large dome-shaped building in the heart of Elfhaven. He walked on a street of red cobblestone until the front entrance of the building was in sight. He went through the doubled doors then made his way past the next two openings. A puzzled look crossed his face as he became confused. His loss of direction was due to the vastness of size. Also, there seemed to be a maze of doors wherever he looked. Each one was identical to the other. It didn’t help that all the corridors were similar to each other. He mentally scanned the area around him after coming to a halt. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the information he sought. Suddenly, his eyes opened to reveal a knowing gleam as a grin returned to his ruggedly handsome face. Veering to the right, he ascended a spiral staircase to the second floor. He walked down a well-adorned hallway, not giving the impressive works of art the slightest notice. Frey had never held an interest in Grey Elvin art. Such things, though pleasant to look at, were, in his opinion, an unnecessary waste of time, energy, and skill. Being a Sylvan, his home of choice was in any remote forest. As such, his life was filled with the everyday task of survival. His idea of artwork was the skillful craftsmanship of his bow and sword.

He stopped in front of another set of double doors, this time guarded by two sentries. Luckily for Frey, they were only armed with weapons of steel and were quickly overcome. He merely suggested a nap, and they slunk to the floor.

Although no elf was a simple-minded creature, Grey Elves showed less mental and physical strength than the Sylvan race. Perhaps it was because of the different lifestyles. Grey Elves preferred to live in splendorous luxury. Their time was spent studying fine art, reading literature, and such, leaving them little or no time for menial tasks which would strengthen their bodies along with giving them the mentality for survival skills. Such things were considered to be beneath them.

He would have pondered further on the inadequacies of the Grey Elvin race, but Frey heard loud voices from behind the door. With the sentries out of the way, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t eavesdrop, for a few minutes anyway. Voices grew argumentative, and Frey’s curiosity became stimulated. There were several voices heard, but Frey recognized only one. It was the familiar voice of his friend and Frey’s only reason for accepting Elfhaven’s invitation.

Treynus, you’re the one who called this council meeting. Why are we still waiting! a male voice snapped irritably.

I’m sure he’ll be here soon. After all, he’s not that late, echoed Treynus’s good-natured voice.

Perhaps he won’t bother to show up. After all, he is a Sylvan, and they have dubious reputations for being unreliable, the same voice scoffed.

I know Frey well. He will be here. And as for his character, I have found him to be both reliable and trustworthy regardless of the race he was born into, Treynus stated with certainty.

Why are you so impatient, Elgar? It’s not normally like you, a female voice spoke up.

I’m afraid that this unpleasant business has put all of us on edge, Treynus answered for his ill-tempered friend. We are consumed by our own foreboding.

With good reason, replied another unidentified male voice. By now, Widdow must be aware of the threat Laura poses to the Drow nation. There’s no doubt that Widdow will try to destroy her before her appointment to the council.

Indeed, she will, and time is a commodity that we are limited on, the female added, her voice oozing with concern.

Yet here we wait while your Sylvan friend bides his time before presenting himself, the same angry male stated in a harsh tone.

It will be time well spent, Treynus promised. We need Frey’s particular talents, and he has never failed me yet.

Frey was sure he heard a hostile grunting sound before the conversation resumed.

So, Treynus, tell us more about this miracle-working elf you’ve chosen to protect Laura. And where in the hell is h—

All conversation stopped abruptly as the doors burst open. Frey sauntered into the room, still cloaked with his head hooded.

The council watched in silence as one of the sleeping guards awoke then came stumbling in. With eyes flashing and anger in his voice, he approached Frey with a clenched fist.

Damn lowlife! I ought—

Frey dropped his hood, facing the guard nose to nose. You ought to what? Frey challenged.

Instantly, the guard withdrew. It appeared to the council that the guard had seen something fearsome in Frey’s eyes. Those on the council gave each other impressive glances while Treynus took on a look of amusement.

Frey raised his head, his shoulder-length russet brown hair neatly pulled back, and his piercing dark brown eyes glared at the council table. He attempted to study the faces of the council members. He would have preferred looking at each elf eye to eye. It was a Sylvan’s practice to ascertain honesty or deceit through eye contact, but the raised platform prevented it. Searching the vast marble countertop, Frey found Treynus seated in the middle with a male and female elf to the left and a male with an empty seat to the right. As Treynus and Frey acknowledged each other, Frey bowed low in a mocking gesture.

You summoned me? Frey asked sarcastically, as though it were possible for a Sylvan to be ordered about like some stray dog wandering the street.

You’re late, Treynus replied with a slight grin.

Frey tossed him his most famous smirk while shrugging. What? Have you no verbal admonishments due to my insubordination? You must be getting old, Frey mocked.

With the wave of his hand, Treynus threw a glowing green light that turned solid just as it smacked Frey in the forehead.

And you’re getting careless, Treynus announced good-naturedly. Then he introduced the council to Frey, who in turn uncloaked himself, showing off a Sylvan’s well-built physique with a no-nonsense stance that drew their eyes to his waistband shielding his sword.

Such behavior from an elder is disgraceful, Elgar lectured in an ill-tempered manner. With this dark cloud looming over Elfhaven, your time would be better served by getting on with our business at hand.

That would be easier done, Elgar, if you refrained from constant interruptions, Glenis said.

Elgar wrinkled his nose in disgust. I still have doubts about this brilliant idea of yours, Elgar announced sarcastically. It would be wiser to send our sentries for such an urgent matter.

Frey is better equipped to handle this job, Treynus sternly stated.

Why should we entrust Laura’s safety to this outlander? Sylvan’s are known for being unpredictable, even savage at times, Elgar persisted. And this one’s reputation is more than questionable.

Shamlin pounded his webbed fist on top of the table. Stop this pointless bickering! Have you forgotten who you are and what we’re here for, or do you need to be reminded? We are the elders of our races. As such, we hold the fate of our people in our hands. We are here to ensure our goddess’s prophecy to prevent the destruction of Elfhaven, also to protect a child we have grown to love. Even with these grave issues before us, all we can do is argue. We’ll be carrying out Widdow’s plan for her if we continue down this road!

A hush of humility came upon them momentarily. Glenis folded her hands and proudly raised her head high when she spoke in gentle tones.

Do you realize that this is the first time this council has fought among itself? I fear that Widdow’s influence is already breeding discontent within our realm. The stronger her power grows, the more unstable we become. So as Shamlin said, we must show our unity in fighting Widdow harder now than ever before. We must make these two things our only concern. The safety of both Elfhaven and Laura, Glenis said turning her eyes to meet Frey’s. Her tone was quite pleading as she continued, The protection of Laura is crucial for two reasons. First, protecting Laura will mean the protection of Elfhaven. Understand it or not, it is a fact brought to our attention by Tanaya, so there is no uncertainty about that. The other reason is less political. In simple terms, we care about her. In retrospect, she is this council’s child.

With the council in a calmer mood, Treynus took the opportunity to address himself to Frey.

As you can see, there is an empty seat at the council table. The one we’ve chosen to take this seat must learn our laws. She’s young and an outsider to Elfhaven. Tanaya’s prophecy dictates that it is imperative she takes this seat. It has been made clear to us that it’s our only chance for survival, for it is Laura who will ultimately reunite Elfhaven. There is no doubt that Widdow is also aware of this, which makes her desperate. Laura’s death is Widdow’s only way out.

Widdow? Frey asked.

Widdow is the Drow ruler of the dark realm known as Helgrey. She has tremendous power, and it’s an understatement to call her merely evil, Treynus explained. She surpasses the normal propensity of any Drow within Elvin history.

Knowing his mentor as well as the back of his hand, Frey anticipated the quest Treynus had meant for him. I offered you my life at one time. This favor you ask seems far less painful. Where is this youngster elf that is under my protection and guidance?

Frey watched as each face on the council twisted with discomfort.

Well? Aren’t you going to answer me? Frey asked, showing the slightest bit of impatience.

She’s not entirely Elvin, Treynus uttered. She is half elf, half human.

A look of surprise crossed Frey’s face. You chose a halfling?

No. Frey, you don’t understand. Both of her parents are human, Treynus explained.

What? Frey was stunned for a few moments then shook his head as though he were shaking off unspeakable thoughts. That’s not possible, he stated flatly.

I’m afraid it is. Treynus grimaced. I’ll explain momentarily, but right now, you need to know what we expect of you. We want you to go into the world of humans and not only teach her our laws but how to defend herself, and then bring her back here. She knows us well and is expecting a teacher from us, so you need only to mention Elfhaven’s council to gain her cooperation.

Let me see if I understand you correctly, Frey started out softly in a restrained tone. You want me to go into her world and relay to this human child our most sacred teachings, he said, raising his voice in anger one octave for each syllable before ending with a roar. Have you lost your minds?

That is exactly what we are asking of you, Treynus answered emotionlessly.

Treynus as your pupil and friend. I have been and always will be in your debt, but I will not betray our race by—

For the sake of our friendship, hear me out before you turn me down, Treynus interrupted in a pleading manner.

Frey did not like the desperate expression his mentor wore or the pain in his voice. It grieved Frey to realize how intensely Treynus was suffering. And though he didn’t understand it, he could sense that the anguish was real.

Laura is more than just human…much more, and it’s our fault, Treynus said as the sadness in his voice exposed a quivering effect.

You speak as though you wronged this human, Frey replied, wrinkling his nose each time he uttered the word human, as though it were a filthy expression deserving of disgust.

Laura! Treynus loudly blurted as though the name commanded respect. And then he quickly regained his composure. Her name is Laura. We did wrong her, and shamefully so.

Frey stared blankly at the council. In all the years during their travels together, he had never seen Treynus in such a frenzied state. And certainly not over a human.

I’m listening, Frey replied quietly as the strain of restraint could be seen in his eyes.

Some years ago, Laura and her family were living in the village below us. Every day without fail, she would walk into the forest at the base of our mountain. Her ability to draw animals to her mystified us. It became evident to us that she had an unnatural connection with these animals, almost like she could communicate with them somehow. As required by Elvin law, we didn’t interfere, not at first. One day, Laura wasn’t the only one in the forest. A poacher was hunting for skins, but what he was aiming at wasn’t an animal. It was my eight-year-old grandson, and given the years between our last visit, you are unaware that he is the last remaining of my bloodline.

What happened to your wife and son? Frey asked, feeling a twinge of guilt at having only fleeting memories of them.

An accident claimed my wife nearly three decades ago. As for my son, his life was cut down by a Drow during a raid shortly after the birth of his son, Treynus explained. My grandson disobeyed me and snuck down into the forest. I’ll never understand how he made it down the mountain, but nevertheless, he did. Laura saw the poacher, then his prey. She pushed my grandson out of the way, taking the bullet herself. We had her brought here so we could heal her. We owed her that much, Frey. She saved my grandson’s life at the expense of her own.

I can understand what has happened so far, Frey said. However, I’m sure there is bound to be more to your explanation. I am profoundly interested in knowing how she could bare Elvin blood, as you claim…having two human parents.

Treynus nodded. We tried everything. Even Elvin magic wasn’t enough to save her. The trip up the mountain took too much time, and as a result, she had lost too much blood. We gave her a transfusion with the only blood available in Elfhaven.

The look on Frey’s face was one of horror and shock. Emotionally unable to speak, he waited for Treynus to continue. Perhaps to offer some reasonable explanation, although Frey knew that there could never be one good enough to clarify what he had just heard. How could you justify treason?

All we could think of at that time was to keep her alive, and we did. But in our haste, we unknowingly created a new species. Somehow, I presume by accident, Elvin DNA was placed inside of her. Directly after the transfusion, Tanaya brought to my attention the significance of Laura’s role involving a hidden prophecy. One that would lead to Widdow’s demise—possibly even the end of Drows as we know them. This prophecy is both complicated and vast, with a wide range of steps to be taken before it can be played out to its finality. I regret that I am forbidden to explain in detail and ask that you take my word on the importance of this task. While Laura was healing, her body chemistry began to change. This is a slow process, but midway through the transition, the Elvin and human blood cells ceased merging. This is only a temporary delay until she becomes of a certain age. Laura is close to the period of final transition. We have determined her human and Elvin blood cells are close to merging, along with the Elvin and human DNA. According to our calculation over time, she will develop powers of her own. To what extent is unknown. It is our responsibility to teach her how to control whatever powers she will possess because of us. Because of our emotional attachment to her and Tanaya’s refusal to let this child come to harm, we are unable to hunt her down and destroy her as would be the standard practice for this possible threat. Throughout her lifespan, Laura will undergo three trials. The first one will be the simple survival of her physical change. The second will determine whether she will get the council seat. The third will decide if she will be allowed to keep the seat. You must be with her during her first trial when the two separate blood cells finish fusing together. Will you do that?

Frey reluctantly nodded his answer in agreement and did not attempt to utter a sound. What he yearned to do was to jump up and down like a four-year-old and throw a fit. But like all loyal elves of any race, it was his responsibility to assist his goddess in any quest asked of him, no matter how distasteful.

I understand your feeling of guilt and even the possibility that you might genuinely care for this…child…but why do you take this incident so personally? Frey wanted to know.

Because this is my fault, replied Treynus, looking weaker than Frey had ever seen him look.

How so? Frey asked. He half feared what he would hear and expected the worse.

As Frey studied Treynus’s face, he saw a single tear flow and cringed. Elves didn’t feel this deeply for another unless they chose to bond. Except for bonding with family members, it was a rarity to bond with outsiders, even between elves. Frey abandoned his ordinarily sarcastic tone along with the absurd notion of bonding.

Treynus, my dear old friend. What have you done? Frey asked somberly.

It is my blood that flows through her veins, Treynus echoed. And my DNA.

Frey tried with all his might to be compassionate, but when he opened his mouth, his words just flew as though they had a mind of their own.

Oh, great! Frey replied, a harsh bitterness lacing his tone. It wasn’t enough that she be given Elvin blood. Did she have to be given the blood of Kilgarn’s strongest spellweaver? I looked up to you as though you were the wisest elf on this planet. I thought you were smarter than that. Upon one wavering thought, Frey traded his anger for concern. Will she inherit your shape-shifting ability as well?

We will just have to wait and see what abilities she ends up with, Treynus answered, ignoring the first question along with the barrage of lecturing rhetoric.

Because it is our goddess’s will, and out of loyalty to you, I’ll do as you ask. But don’t expect me to care about her as you do, Frey grumbled through clenched teeth.

I am aware how you detest humans, and I wholeheartedly understand your reasons. But keep in mind how much I care for her, and don’t treat her too severely during your training sessions, Treynus warned.

She’ll receive the same caliber of training that you bestowed on me, Frey announced scathingly.

I’m confident that her training will be complete where you’re concerned. However, you must not forget that she is half human, and they aren’t as resilient as we are, Treynus told him through eyes of scrutiny.

There will be no fatal accidents if that’s what you’re worried about. But if her human side is too weak to survive rigorous training sessions, then she shouldn’t be on the council, Frey skillfully pointed out.

Treynus’s silence revealed to Frey that he had been dismissed. And as such, he left the chamber, wishing he could show his anger by slamming the massive heavy doors behind him. He hung his head in sorrow to think that his mentor and a loyal Elvin leader would lower himself to the extreme of betraying his culture and race for a human. Of all the creatures plaguing the earth, humans had to be the lowest of the low, ranking only slightly better than a despicable Drow.

Frey left Elfhaven as effortlessly as he had entered it. He possessed an uncanny ability of walking through a populated area unnoticed, even when seen. Frey would return to his home away from home, a campsite on the mountainside. Although he had a specific location already picked out at the base of the mountain where Twila was waiting for him, it would take him two days to get there. And at the end of his journey, he was still fuming.

It was an hour after dark when he marched into camp and perched himself on a large tree stump. Twila flew from the tree above and floated gracefully to the ground. Facing Frey, her sparkling blue eyes questioned his somber, brooding mood.

You won’t believe what they want me to do! he announced boisterously.

Wh—

They want me to groom their next council member. Guess what foul creature they want me to train?

Wh—

A human! Frey growled. A creature no better than a Drow! Did you ever hear of anything so idiotic?

O—

Well, did you? he gushed, impatiently waiting for an answer.

Frustration appeared on her delicate face as her wings began to unfold. Her eyes flashed as thick long blond hair bounced about her shoulders, and her wings spread out to lightly fan the area.

What in the name of sanity are you doing? he asked with mounting irritation.

Cooling you down so you’ll be inclined to speak to me in a sensible tone instead of roaring at me, she replied.

Now look at what you’ve done, he said, throwing his hands in the air. You’ve blown out the campfire, and you’ve blown piles of leaves and twigs all over the place. It looks like a tornado hit our camp.

Tornado Twila, I like the sound of that, she announced proudly.

After a few minutes, his burning glare disappeared. I suppose I shouldn’t have lost my temper, he replied in apologetic resignation. I had no right to take my anger out on you.

At the risk of throwing you into another snit, did I hear you correctly? Do they truly intend to give a human a seat on their council? Twila asked.

He nodded then relayed to her what Treynus had told him. As he did this, she began to rebuild the fire.

I see, she said, scratching her head. Judging by what you’ve told me so far, I’d say the council made a wise choice when they asked for your aid. The child is disadvantaged and is going to need all the help she can get, Twila announced in a voice brimming with extreme pride.

Because Twila’s admiration reminded him of a puppy’s loyalty to its master, he didn’t have the heart to make his usual sarcastic retort. Instead, he kept that biting remark to himself. I just can’t understand why Elfhaven would place such dire importance on a human child. The thought that she can protect them from catastrophe is mind-boggling.

Where do we go to find the young one? Twila asked.

She lives in a place called Oregon, replied Frey.

I’ve heard that human dwellings are huge. Will the child be hard to find? Twila asked in a worried tone.

Of course not, he scoffed loudly. Elves can’t be eluded by any creature. But brace yourself. Human cities aren’t pretty. In fact, most of them are downright ugly, he told Twila with a hint of hostility.

The air held a chill that night. Ignoring his tone, she inched closer to the campfire, bent over slightly, and held out her hands to bask in the warmth.

When must we leave? she asked.

He was hesitant at first. We’ll leave now, he replied, jumping to his feet and smothering the fire. Twila’s frown gave way to exasperation as she watched her hard work go up in smoke, but she knew better than to complain. Frey was the most obstinate elf she had ever met, and that was saying something. Once he made up his mind, there was no changing it. The sooner we start, the sooner we can get this farce over with. And then the human will be Elfhaven’s thorn to bear instead of mine.

Chapter 2

Frey’s Quest

After several weeks of travel, they finally arrived at their destination. Mingling with the city dwellers wasn’t enjoyable, but Frey understood its importance.

Making themselves appear human was effortless with their mind-shaping skills. They decided to pass themselves off as highly qualified private teachers after acquiring information that Laura’s parents were looking for one. They had to familiarize themselves with the right people if they were to get the necessary documents to present to Laura’s parents. They achieved this goal in record time and by sheer manipulation, seeing as their only other alternative would have been a schedule of lengthy classes at a college. This option was something that time, along with Frey’s patience, would never permit. He hated spending even a limited amount of time working with humans. But he couldn’t just kidnap the girl. It would cause too many problems for him in the long run. He needed Laura’s cooperation if he was to complete his task as specified. A hostile and combative hostage would just prolong his mission and his anguish of being involved in the distasteful world in which he found himself. Twila, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind so much, adding to Frey’s disintegrating mood.

After they acquired their objective, they located Laura’s house. The town Laura’s family resided in was a small community nestled in a tiny valley surrounded by towering hills. The hills were adjacent to a forest that was secluded enough for their needs.

Twila squealed with delight upon viewing Laura’s backyard from a nearby hillside where they had made camp.

It’s a forest! she exclaimed.

As far as the eye can see and then some, Frey echoed.

This is perfect, Twila chimed. Your worries about living among humans were for nothing. We can camp out here from now on.

Frey nodded in agreement. This hillside is secluded enough to ensure that our presence remains unknown, yet it’s close enough for us to watch Laura’s house.

Excitedly, Twila caught Frey’s arm. Look down there. No. Closer to the house, she pointed out. See that young girl out there? Is that Laura?

I don’t know, probably, he replied without Twila’s enthusiasm.

After watching the girl for a few minutes, Twila gave Frey a questioning glance.

What’s she doing? Twila asked.

She’s just sitting in the middle of her yard, he replied.

Why? she asked again. It’s such a boring activity.

I don’t know, he hissed irritably. Do I look like a therapist to you?

Shouldn’t we go down and introduce ourselves to her parents? she asked, ignoring his foul mood.

We’ll go in a little while. Let’s watch and see what she’s going to do, Frey told her, gazing in Laura’s direction through fierce penetrating eyes.

Twila began fidgeting thirty minutes later. We’ve been here long enough, she complained.

Turning his attention to Twila with a questioning gaze, he stroked his chin in thought. Why are you so eager to confront the humans? he asked.

I’m curious about her. I’ve never been this close to a human habitat before coming here, she announced, wearing a look of wide-eyed wonder.

Don’t let your curiosity get the best of you, he warned. Humans can be just as dangerous as Drows.

I’ll be careful, but I’m still in a hurry. She pouted.

Don’t be so impatient, he snapped. I’m almost ready.

Before he could rise from his present position, he felt a sudden jerk on his arm.

Frey, did you see that? She gasped.

Nodding his answer, he kept his eyes fixed straight ahead of him.

She’s looking up in this direction as though she knows we’re watching her, Twila observed.

That’s highly unlikely, he reassured her.

No, no, look at her, Twila insisted. She’s studying this area too carefully. She senses our presence here. I can feel it.

There’s no reason for you to panic. She can’t see us, Frey hissed.

I didn’t say she saw us, she announced flatly. I said she could sense our presence. There is a difference.

To her dismay, he dismissed her with a smirk.

You’re impossible, she hissed. If we can sense those who watch us, why can’t she?

For the sake of sanity, get a grip. She’s human! he gasped, and then he announced his intention while rising, for no other reason than to rid himself of Twila’s incessant chatter. It’s time to make ourselves known, he grumbled.

A short time later, they were on the front porch ringing the doorbell. In unison, Twila and Frey projected into the human mind a picture of the proper appearance of their career. It was a clean-cut and preppy appearance with no wings or prominently pointed ears. The door opened to reveal a tall middle-aged man showing signs of a receding hairline. He had black hair with small patches of gray here and there, showing off a salt-and-pepper effect that, in Twila’s opinion, gave him a distinguished look.

Mr. Garrett? Frey inquired.

Yes? I’m John Garrett, he replied.

I am Adam Sinclair, and this is my sister, Eve. The Global Agency sent us. They said you would be expecting us, Frey explained after seeing the vacant look on John’s face.

Yes…yes, of course. The agency sent you, he reconfirmed. I’m afraid you caught me off guard. We didn’t think you would announce yourselves quite so soon. The agency told us to expect you later in the week. Please come in, John offered as he opened the screen door to allow their entrance.

Mr. Garrett led them into the living room. As Frey assessed his surroundings, he found the humans’ living quarters to be a tidy and comfortable enough dwelling. He supposed it was an average upper-middle-class home, but in his eyes, it didn’t compare to the majestic beauty of the forest or a sparkling Elvin city. He preferred the freedom and space of his home rather than being shut in by the small confined areas known as rooms within a human’s house.

Please have a seat and make yourselves comfortable while I get my wife. She’s in the kitchen preparing dinner, John explained.

There’s no need to take her away from her cooking. We can follow you into the kitchen. That way, you can both go through our teaching credentials without being inconvenienced. We also have two letters of recommendation from the last two families we worked for, Frey announced while handing the papers to John.

I hope you don’t mind our intruding like this, but we feel that interviews of this kind should be held in a relaxed atmosphere. Don’t you agree? Twila asked.

Being a military man, I would normally disagree, but in this case, it is appreciated. This situation is especially difficult for me, John replied.

Once directed into the kitchen, Frey and Twila were introduced to Nora Garret, a slim petite woman of forty-two years of age, with dark brown hair, cut short in a style becoming to her small oval-shaped face.

Nora remained at the stove tending to the meal while John read the papers previously given to him. Frey and Twila stood next to the sink and occasionally glanced out the window above it.

These are very impressive, John said. When the agency called this morning, they gave both of you glowing recommendations. If I ever had any reservations about private teachers, these erased them.

We’re pleased to hear that we can fill your needs, replied Twila as she peered through a kitchen window, viewing the backyard. The young lady outside, is she your daughter?

John nodded grimly then leaned himself against the countertop with his arms folded. To be honest, hiring a private teacher was my wife’s idea. I was against it at first, but my wife insisted. I’m afraid Nora is overprotective where our daughter is concerned. John’s tone was sarcastic.

That’s because you’re too strict and rigid with Laura, Nora protested, giving her husband a sharp look of reproach. She’d be in boot camp if it were up to you.

Nora, we’ve been through this a hundred times, John said, a hint of frustration laced his tone. Laura needs to socialize with others her age instead of spending all of her time in the forest or shut up in her room with her studies. Her life isn’t normal for a girl her age. Good lord, Nora, she might as well be your prisoner.

Nora gave her husband an exasperated sneer as she stormed out of the room.

John appeared to ignore his wife’s anger by openly and stridently justifying his own opinion. Laura could use a little time in boot camp just to snap her out of the fantasy world that you’ve smothered her in! John yelled for his wife’s benefit, then he returned his attention toward the window above the sink.

Look at her, John told them, his irritation evident but restrained and his voice somber. She’s perfectly content to sit in the middle of the yard for hours at a time. She never goes out. She never has friends over. She shows absolutely no interest in the outside world at all.

She has a wonderful rapport with animals, Twila noted, staring out the window to watch a deer that had emerged from the dense trees only a few yards away from the unfenced backyard. It moved cautiously at first, then approached Laura and began eating out of her hand.

This world is riddled with violence and instability. How is relating to those animals out there going to help Laura adjust to the cold, harsh realities of life or the uncertainties of a relationship? She’s not going to be seventeen forever. I imagine Laura married someday, and what are the chances of that lasting in her current frame of mind? I want her to be competitive and outgoing so she will be able to interact with people. She needs to forge normal relationships and prepare for a career so she can support herself. Her animal friends can’t help her with that, John scoffed.

Perhaps they can, in part anyway, Twila corrected him.

I don’t see how, John said.

Sitting out there for long periods, she exhibits patience, which is a form of self-discipline. Also, she must be a very calm person inside for the animals to react to her as they do. That shows her strength of character. She needs these traits for her to learn the basics of what you want her to be taught so that she can integrate herself into society, Twila explained. With those basic traits already ingrained in her, she can easily be taught to conform.

I never thought of it in that way before, John uttered, giving it more consideration.

Does Laura have any special medical needs? Twila asked.

No, why would you ask? John asked, perplexed by her question.

I was referring to your wife’s attitude earlier. Normally, a parent that protective has a child with special needs, Twila replied.

Oh, that! I have two separate events to thank for Nora’s paranoia, John explained. The first was Laura’s health when she was born. She was born with some immune problem causing internal infections. She spent a great deal of her childhood in a children’s hospital. When she was six, she went into a violent fit of convulsions when her fever became uncontrollable. That, in turn, caused her to go into cardiac arrest when she was given an antibiotic that she was allergic to. Penicillin, to be precise. When the doctor finally came out to the waiting room, he told us that Laura had died. We were devastated, of course, but not surprised. You see, when Laura had been diagnosed, we were told that she would most likely die before she reached the age of twelve. Apparently, another doctor was still working on her while her death certificate was drawn up. We were told five minutes after receiving the certificate that Laura had been revived. Speaking as a parent, it was the longest night I’ve ever experienced. Then three or four years ago, my work took us all to South America for the summer. Laura disappeared for four weeks. We never found out where she had been all that time or how she could have survived. She was found wandering through the forest near the village where we resided. She claims not to remember the incident at all. The doctors called it hysterical amnesia. Her mother and I nearly went out of our minds with worry. Since then and to this day, Nora won’t let Laura out of her sight. In part, I understand Nora’s fears, but I don’t understand why she allows herself to go to these unhealthy extremes or how Laura can tolerate being suffocated by her mother. I suppose I’m just disappointed that Laura doesn’t exhibit any real backbone. She’s too compliant, and that concerns me.

Not having a child of my own, I can only imagine how awful an ordeal it must have been for the two of you, Twila offered sympathetically.

Seeing this as an opportunity to view his opinion, Frey spoke up. Perhaps my sister and I can assist you in making Laura the independent person you want her to be.

How so? John asked with a sound of hope in his voice.

Frey hesitated briefly, and then his face clouded with doubt. It’s doubtful that your wife would agree to it though, so maybe I spoke too soon, he stated soberly.

Please do go on. I’m willing to listen to any and all suggestions given. I’m at my wit’s end with this matter, John announced desperately.

Perhaps Nora and Laura need some time apart, Frey suggested.

What do you propose? John asked in a voice suggesting that he liked the way the conversation was headed.

Well, Frey was hesitant. It’s apparent that Laura needs more than just academics, and I’m sure this is going to sound unusual if not downright crazy. However, if you decided to engage us, I would suggest beginning our lessons in the forest behind your house, Frey suggested.

That’s a great idea, Twila exclaimed avidly. We’ve had a huge success with students like Laura just by placing them in surroundings that are comfortable for them. Also, the forest is an environment in which she can become self-reliant without the threat of interference from her mother. I can promise that with the combination of academic regimen and wilderness training, she will be ready for college and the world around her by next year. Think of it as survival training.

What would a pair of teachers know about survival training? John asked with a hint of skepticism.

Among our other qualifications, we have also taught survival training, Frey announced.

Where? John challenged.

Marine Corp, Frey stated flatly. You hold the proper documentation to prove my claim.

Frey waited while John thumbed through the stack of papers in his hand. Frey and Twila exchanged concerned glances, hoping that the forged document looked authentic enough to convince John. After all, he wasn’t stupid, and he was military, which made him cynically more thorough than a civilian. Johns’ face was unreadable, and the two elves held their breaths as he took his time scrutinizing the document. Frey worried that John was taking too much time, as though he were indecisive about what he was reading.

I was warned about your unorthodox methods of teaching. Luckily for you, its results that I’m interested in, and this tells me that yours are pleasingly successful, so you’ve got the job, John announced with authority.

As Frey and Twila exchanged satisfied glances, they noted that the expression on John’s face changed from determination to one of worry.

Your right about Nora not liking this idea, but I must be firm in my decision for my daughter’s sake, John reaffirmed. Still, I hate the idea of fighting Nora on this. I’m worried about what effect it will have on her and our already strained marriage. I think that you will find this job to be quite a challenge between my daughter’s unwillingness to participate and Nora’s interference.

Wouldn’t the situation be easier if Nora should go along with your decision? Twila asked.

Of course, but you don’t know Nora. She’s as stubborn as an ill-tempered dog with a bone, John grimly stated as he turned off the burners on the stove. I can assure you that she won’t budge on this.

If I may make one more suggestion, let me talk to her. I can be very persuasive, Twila announced in mid-stride, already moving toward the living room.

She had been gone only a short time when she and Nora reentered the kitchen, excitedly chatting as though they were old friends.

Good news, Twila chimed. It’s all settled.

John gave them a perplexed gaze. Are you telling me that after all our arguments concerning Laura that you’re actually in agreement with her leaving home? John asked, awestruck at his wife’s sudden turnaround.

I was dead set against it at first. I changed my mind after hearing what Eve had to say. What she told me wasn’t flattering, but I realize now that it was true. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before now, she confessed, offering John an apologetic smile.

That settles it then, John said. A look of delight replaced his frown. We’ll tell Laura tonight, and you can pick her up bright and early tomorrow morning.

Eve, would you help me and John pack some things for Laura? You know more about what she’ll need than I do, Nora relayed.

I’d be glad to help, Twila replied as she followed them out of the room.

Frey accompanied them only as far as the living room. Alone, he stood facing a painting on the wall. While studying this work of art, Frey mentally compared it to what he had seen on the walls of Elfhaven. Mentally comparing everything he encountered to that of Elvin origin was a habit he seemed to pick up somewhere during his lifespan of two hundred years. An elf wasn’t considered an adult until his or her seventy-fifth birthday. In Elvin terms, he was still a young man, but the years of life that he experienced left him jaded, even a bit crazed with resentment, giving him a particular reputation among his own people for unnecessary aggression against humans. His was cold, calculating malice reserved for the Drow and humans alike. There was very little difference in his eyes.

After a brief period of solitude, he sensed a presence in the room other than his own. His eyes narrowed as his mouth formed an indignant mocking smile. His instinct told him who stood facing his back, so he had shown no alarm as Laura walked up behind him. Her lips were next to his ear as she whispered, Would you like me to go around back and bring you a shovel?

His smile became playful, for this would prove to be a challenge, and that was something an elf couldn’t resist. Whatever do you mean by that? he mocked.

Well, you’re going to need one to clear away all the bullshit you just threw around, Laura rallied. We’re walking knee-deep in it.

He slowly turned to face her. Her long light brown hair was pulled back, and he could see that her ears looked different than that of a human. They weren’t as pointed like an elf’s, but they were pointed, ever so slightly. Not so much that a human would take notice, but they would be recognizable to an elf. To him, her most noticeable feature was her eyes. It was the color of her eyes that held his interest. A deep dark green, but not an eye color he had ever seen before. They were a vivid forest green with lighter green flecks mixed in. It was the most unusual eye color for a human or any other race, now that he thought about it.

Still amused, his smile never wavered as he searched those eyes with a long hard gaze.

Perhaps we should conduct your first lesson on manners, he said coldly, and then an insignificant smile crept across his lips as he imagined what he could do to teach her that lesson. Obviously, murder and torture would be out of the question. A pity in his opinion, but he did promise restraint, and a Sylvan’s word was an unbreakable bond no matter how unsavory the pledge.

Her eyes widened slightly. Perhaps a better lesson learned would be one of honesty. You definitely lack the skills needed in that area, Laura announced dryly.

Really? Frey replied with the mock look of a wounded child.

You snowballed your way into my parents’ confidence by telling them everything they wanted to hear. I’ve got to hand it to you though. You are a skilled liar, she hissed. My father isn’t easily manipulated. Not normally, anyway. And then there is my mother. Her compulsive obsession with me didn’t give you the slightest bit of a challenge. However did you manage to pull that off? she asked sarcastically.

I haven’t the vaguest idea what you’re talking about, he answered.

Turning his back on her, he took a few steps toward a large bay window adorned by white lace curtains. Compliant my ass, Frey thought. Working hard to keep a menacing look from appearing on his face, he grinned from ear to ear at the prospect of having some fun at her expense. He returned his attention to her upon hearing a low but sharp gasp. When his eyes met hers, he noticed a bit of alarm in them.

It was you! she accused in a harsh, hushed voice. You’re the one who’s been spying on me. Tell me why! she demanded.

A look of surprise crossed his face. You’re mistaken, he assured Laura.

I don’t think so, she quietly stated while shaking her head. No, I’m sure about it. I won’t pretend to understand your motives for lying, but I do know, despite all of your protests, that you did lie, and not just about being a teacher.

And what if I did? Frey challenged, still amused. Your parents’ belief in my ability as your teacher makes it difficult for you not to comply with their wishes.

Make no mistake about it, I’m not going anywhere with you, she announced defiantly.

Frey’s facial expression became serious as she turned her back to walk away. There was only one thing left for him to do, although he would have preferred waiting for a time of his choosing. He couldn’t have her running to her mommy and daddy. What if they listened to her protests just enough to impede Elfhaven’s goal? He knew he had been backed into a corner and left with no other recourse. Given his temperament, this was the cause of a great deal of irritation to him.

The council sent me, he stated.

She stopped dead in her tracks, turned, and eyed him suspiciously. The what? she asked with caution.

You heard me the first time, Frey said. Treynus feels that this is the right time to begin your training.

Treynus sent you? Your appearance is not what I’d expect from a— She hesitated then finished what she had wanted to say. Are you a— she uttered, not allowing the rest of her sentence to be stated.

He nodded, showing his true self to her, along with a sarcastic grin meant to mock her.

But you don’t look like a…you’re dressed in a business suit, for Pete’s sake, she gushed.

You see, I didn’t lie about being your teacher after all. As for my appearance, I can camouflage my true features, he replied. Don’t you think the suit and tie is a nice touch? It allows me to play the part. After all, your father isn’t going to relinquish his daughter to a man who looks like a creature from a fairytale now, is he? Frey scoffed.

I don’t know, she hesitated, reluctantly scanning her surroundings.

What’s making you so indecisive? he asked with the silent belief that this was nothing more than a human flaw.

Well… Treynus believes that lying shows a lack of character, she uttered. It makes it difficult for me to trust you. You see…he cautioned me on placing faith in anyone that might be deceitful or dangerous. Under those circumstances, I believe Elfhaven would have sent me someone…a little more…trustworthy, she finished, lowering her eyes from his insistent glare.

Of all the human idiocy, he spat, shooting her a scathing look of reproach.

Excuse me? she asked, changing her demeanor from passive to that of indignant antagonism.

Twila had entered the room alone, indicating that Laura’s parents were still in Laura’s bedroom. Not being privy to the beginning conversation, she was at a loss as to the sparks of contention between Frey and Laura. Nevertheless, she took a stance next to Laura and offered a friendly smile, hoping to counter Frey’s hostility.

What would you expect me to say? he mocked sarcastically. Hi, Mr. Garret, I’m not human. Furthermore, I’m here to take your daughter to a place called Elfhaven, where you’ll most likely not see her again.

I only meant to impress upon you that I expected a more ethical approach from an elf, she hissed through clenched teeth. The ones I know are smart enough to attain that goal without deceit.

He drew a sigh of irritation, rolling his eyes. A human calling an elf deceitful is equivalent to the pot calling the kettle black.

Laura turned to face Twila. Is he always this unpleasant to people he’s just met? she asked.

She shook her head. Just human ones, she confessed.

Oh, so he’s prejudiced as well as deceitful? Laura asked.

Twila stifled what would have been a cackle into a giggle, adding to Frey’s irritation. Frey remained silent through eyes of embittered resentment as Twila introduced herself. Laura nodded pleasantly toward Twila’s outward friendly manner and took notice of Frey’s features. They were pretty much the same as a human except for his face—primarily his ears and eyes. Those features were unmistakably Elvin. His dark brown shoulder-length hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail. His deep mud-brown eyes were dark and penetrating, and he held his tall frame with confidence. His Elvin face was ruggedly handsome rather than the chiseled, angular facial features many of the occupants of Elfhaven were known for, and he was far too muscular. Still, his appearance was equally attractive.

In her eyes, there was no creature on earth as mystical or as beautiful as an elf. Yet there was something different that set this one apart from those in Elfhaven. Then she was reminded of something she was taught during her convalescence in that magical place. As Frey stood in front of her, looking smug and superior, she couldn’t help but notice that he had the actual attitude of a Sylvan. And then it finally sunk in as she silently gasped at the horror of it all. OH MY GOD, THEY SENT ME A FREAKIN’ SYLVAN? she silently questioned as waves of sheer panic swept through her.

She’d been told stories about them or instead been cautioned about them. Mainly from Elgar’s point of view. But she never suspected that they would send one. It was her opinion that they liked her more than that. She quickly scanned the area around her, making sure that her parents