Prologue

 

“You summoned me?” Trik knelt before Lorsan and his mate Ilyrana, leaders of the Dark Elves. He kept his eyes on the floor as he waited for his King to address him and tried not to show his irritation at having to wait.

“Tamsin is planning something.” Lorsan’s mouth tightened on the leader of the Light Elves name. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at Trik. “I need to know what it is.”

“Forgive my boldness but why do you believe he is planning something?” Trik asked.

“Oh for goodness sake, stand up,” Lorsan told him in exasperation. “Since when do you submit with such grace? It doesn’t suit you and frankly it bores me.”

Trik stood slowly with the grace of a cat unfolding itself from a long nap. He looked at Lorsan with a smirk and brushed his long, dark hair from his face; hair so dark that it held a purple hue and shimmered in the firelight from the torches that lined the walls of the throne room.

“Far be it from me to be the one to bore you. How shall I entertain you my Liege?” Trik asked giving a dramatic bow, “Shall I dance? Perhaps sing you a song, one of the old ones that tells a story of how we have corrupted the innocent and bathed in the blood of our enemies? Or maybe you would like me to wow you with magic and mind blowing feats of daring?” Trik rose from his bow and winked at the smiling Queen, obviously enjoying his flippantness.

“What I would like Triktapic, is for you to do what you do best. Be invisible. Follow Tamsin’s warriors to the human realm and find out why they have been spending so much time there.”

“Do you want me to bring one of the pasty ones back?” Trik asked. Lorsan snorted at the nickname his most trusted spy had given the Light Elves because of their pale skin.

“No, I don’t want to draw their attention just yet. Leave immediately.” Lorsan dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

Trik let out a chuckle at his Kings seemingly careless brushoff. He walked slowly toward the door waiting for the inevitable.

“Oh and Trik,” Lorsan’s voice carried through the room echoing off the high ceiling.

“Liege?” Trik asked not bothering to turn back around.

“Try not to get yourself killed. I would hate to have to train another spy and assassin.”

“Since you put it that way, I’ll have to stay alive. We both know there is none such as I.” Trik chuckled.

Lorsan let out an exasperated breath. He knew Trik was right; there was no other even close to his ability and talent, if that’s what you want to call it. When it came to covert operations and killing undetected, not even the Light Elves had one who could compare.

“And stay away from the human females.” He heard Lorsan’s raised voice as he shut the door behind him just before he closed it he responded, “No promises there.”

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