"You're not as skinny as I thought you are." He says.

"How comforting." I let out a breath.

"Oh, don't be mistaken, I have hated you for centuries and it has only grown." He says.

"As I'm sure it has." He says.

"What do you want?" Runaan asks.

"This does not concern you mortal elf." He hisses.

"It does. Are you really that foolish?" Runaan snaps.

"Are you? This is the battles of the immortals." He hisses.

I step forward. Runaan turns at me.

"I've been waiting for my revenge for centuries. Since your father trapped me on this forsaken planet." He says.

He reaches his hand forward. I draw back. He sickens me. I feel sweat drip from my face. I bite my lip. My heart pounds. I know his game. He can't defeat me in the open like this. So... what's he doing? He's not stupid. 

"Why are you here dear Uncle?" I ask.

"Why do you think?" He hisses.

I draw back. He licks his lips.

"You know I am the Star." I say.

"And you should know what I have." He pulls something out of his cloak.

My eyes widen. A sword. Shining like the stars. I bite my lip. 

"The Nova Blade. The one thing that could actually kill us. Kill an immortal." He chuckles.