So many of my people are here.
“Help me get them out!” I say and we start to go into the rooms, releasing my fellow elves.
Several of them are in bad shape. I push my healing into them, which is easier than doing it for other shifters. Something is off, but I don’t have time to figure out what it is.
“Princess, what are you doing here?” someone asks me.
“I came looking for Yhendorn, I didn’t know they had captured so many of you. I was worried you were dead,” I say.
“Some of us would have preferred dying to what we’ve experienced here,” another says. He’s one of those that feels ‘off’ to me.
“Have you seen Yhendorn?” I ask.
“No, Princess. We have not seen our King,” one says and I hear someone suck in air behind me. I turn and see the Komodo dragon shifter.
“You’re an elven princes
