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Midnight came not a moment too soon, and Tristan, Alex, and I set off into Harlipren to speak with the ellyll royalty, Rhia and her husband Pen. The woods were dark and quiet, but I couldn’t help but notice that Tristan’s back was tense as we walked along the path to the familiar small meadow with its ancient, hollowed out trunk.
“You’re here!” a voice squealed, and Drysi flew out of the woods. The small ellyll fluttered around me with a bright smile and clasped hands. “You’ve come to play with me, haven’t you? Perhaps a game of tag or-” The ellyll’s eyes settled on my arm, covered as it was in my sleeve, and its eyes widened. Drysi whipped its head up to Tristan and glared at him. “What have you done to her?”
I shook my head. “It wasn’t him, it was-”
Drysi flew between Trista
