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Lorsan was sitting in his throne room when the rumbling began. The room began to shake and the walls of his great castle shook.
“What is going on Lorsan?” Ilyrana asked as she came rushing in to the throne room wide-eyed and nervous.
Lorsan didn’t answer. His head snapped up as a booming voice rolled through the air.
“He is coming. Your time has reached its end and the true King shall be restored. He is coming.”
Lorsan lunged to his feet as a feeling crept inside. It took a moment for him to realize what the feeling was—fear.
“Lorsan!” Ilyrana shouted.
His eyes met hers and he knew that she saw that fear and that made him angry. He would not be made to look weak, not in front of his Queen, not in front of anyone. Anger, sharp as a blade and hot as the flames that burned on the sun, raged inside of him.
“Get me Vashti!” Lorsan roared.
“Lorsan tell me what is going on now!”
“Triktapic knows.”
Ilyrana’s hand flew to her mouth as she gasped.
“He remembers?”
Lorsan nodded. “He remembers and the Forest Lords are backing the dried up King. I need to speak with Myrin. I need to know Trik’s history. I need to know what the Forest Lords have up their sleeves and my gut tells me it has something to do with that human. Get me Vashti.”
“You’re going to lure the girl out?” Ilyrana asked.
“From what I understand she has been in the protection of Tamsin and his Queen. It would be impossible to get to her there; I need her back in the human realm.”
Ilyrana hurried from the room only to return a few moments later with the elf Lorsan had asked for.
“My King,” the elf named Vashti bowed her head. Her eyes were black and she wore her black hair in a long braided rope that ran the length of her back. She wore the black uniform of a dark elf warrior. She carried a sword on her back and various weapons strapped to her thighs.
“I need you to bring me a human girl,” Lorsan told her. “She is the Chosen of Triktapic.”
Vashti’s face paled. Lorsan raised a single brow at her, daring her to defy him. She schooled her features and lowered her eyes.
“What is her name?” She asked him.
“Cassie Tate. You will need to be her best friend, however, that is how you will get close to her.”
“I need to know what this best friend looks like,” Vashti explained. “I can’t take the form without first seeing the image.”
“Alok has been following Trik, he can take you to Elora, that is the friend’s name.”
Vashti nodded once, bowed and then ran towards the mirrors along the throne room walls.
Lorsan watched as the last transmuting elf in their race exited the building.
“What are you going to do to her once you have her?” Ilyrana asked.
“I’m going to kill her, slowly.”