I feel his breath on my chest. He's asleep. I move my hand up his back. I've heard his stories being told by others. I've heard that he is a monster, but he is not. I feel his heartbeat on my own. It sounds the same as mine. I let out a breath. All this time, we were told to fear Star Touched elves but... they're just elves.

"Runaan." A low voice howls.

I turn in a startle. I look around. The fire dies down. A figure shoots up. A ghostly sight. My eyes narrow. He looks down at me. 

"I take it you've been aquatinted with my son." He says.

"And you're the god that created everything." I say.

"You know well." He says.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Do you just assume I want something?" He asks.

"People usually do." I say.

"I am not a person nor an elf." He points out.

"Yet you still want something. You're in denial." I say.

"I can see why my son might have a hard time with you." He says.

I let out a breath. 

"Tell him to get moving and if he should fail, well he better not." He says. 

The fire lights up fast. He's gone.