Thirty-Two
"How could he do this?" Gren translates Aunt Amaya's sign.
The camp is full of vines. Vines that wrap around the temps and torches.
Rayla, Ezra, Soren, Zym and Zubeia land in the Sunfire elf cave.
"Uh, yeah so he kind of was and is possessed." Soren answers.
"How is that possible?" Janai asks.
"It is Isra." Zubeia turns to Janai.
"How is this possible? She's real?" Janai asked.
"I'm afraid so." Isra nods.
"Who's Isra." Gren translates.
"Isra was the last relative of the All-Mother. She passed her power to Callum. Now he's fulling Isra's path. To eradicate Humans and Elves alike." Zubeia says.
"Yeah, that's not good." Soren says.
"I know." Ezra says.
"We must fight him." Janai says.
"What? No!" Rayla says.
Janai took out her sword.
"We must terminate him." She says.
"No!" Gren translates.
"Why not?" Janai asks.
Amaya walks over to her. She signs at her. sternly.
"Oh, I didn't know he was your nephew. If he is important to you, he's important to me." She said.
Amaya nods and kisses her on the cheek.
"Uh quick question how do we reason with him?" Soren asks.
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