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." One hand pointed to the still form on the
blanket. In the dim light, the elf's hand looked almost leathery.
Eliyah went on. "There was little time to prepare an actual
village. Magic did what was necessary, causing you to accept what
should not have been acceptable. It was not enough, though. Only
one of you truly responded to our spell, despite its intensity. He
would not have survived the transformation, however, and was
therefore better dead-though I could not bring myself to do it,
having come so close to success."
"What transformation?" B'rak backed away. The elf did not act
like a prisoner, and his appearance had taken on an odd aspect.
The face was broadening, becoming more reptilian.
"You were the next generation. Our pride and joy. Our dear
children. Long ago, while we slept, the Queen and her evil dragons
stole our eggs and held them hostage, forcing us to swear an oath
that we would not interfere in her wicked designs to conquer the
world. She promised to leave the eggs unharmed, but she lied.
Using her dark arts, she perverted them into creatures such as you.
I tell you this, my son, so you know that we do what we now do
out of love for what you should have been-if not for the foul
Queen."
Wings spread. All vestiges of elf melted away into a towering
form of brilliant silver. The draconian fell backward, one hand
brandishing the sword in a feeble attempt to defend himself
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