Valtor and I made our way back to the site of his former palace, hoping to find any trace of Valandor. All that remained was a deep crater, littered with debris. I nudged Valtor and gestured toward the dark elves who were gathering their salvaged belongings and heading toward a rocky outcrop.
“They’re returning to their underground world,” Valtor said, a note of sorrow in his voice.
A sense of responsibility washed over me; these elves were now my people too. Determined to help, I began channeling a massive amount of energy to the crater, attempting to raise the remnants of the palace to the surface. But Valtor stopped me, placing his hand on my arm and absorbing my energy.
“They need to be under the earth, Leia,” he said. “It’s where they belong. It’s natural for them.”
I frowned, fe
