die, there are worthy lords that could take up the mantle. You could lend your strength to this city. You could give hope to those who would otherwise despair.”
“And what role will the elves play in all this?” asked Loniel.
“We defend our homes, our lives, and our children,” Theopolou replied. “We have lived among you for more generations than can be counted. And though we have been separated by fear and hatred, we intend for that to end. Already, elf and man has spilled blood together. We have fought side by side and faced death as brothers. Understand that I was against this before your grandmother’s were children. If I can change, then so can you. Elf and man live in this world together, and we will rise or fall...together. You ask what our role will be. Our role is to create a new world...together.” He rose to his feet. “Those of you who will join me in this cause stand with me now. Those who will not...” He paused and held his hand to the door. “Your presence is no longer required.”
One by one the kings and queens stood up.
“Then I leave you to your plans,” said Theopolou.
“Will you not stay?” asked Queen Illirial.
“I cannot,” he replied. “But Ertik speaks now for my people, until our elders arrive.”
Ertik looked at Theopolou, shocked. “My Lord…”
Theopolou turned and faced him, and took his hands. “You have my confidence, Ertik. If I am to stand by what I say, I must trust in my own words. You are to be the voice of the elves, whilst I am away.” He smiled warmly. “If you need aid, there are elves here that can assist you until Lord Chiron or one of the others arrive.”
Ertik stared, stunned. Finally, he bowed his head and returned to his chair.
“Before you leave,” said Queen Illirial, “I wonder, did you intend to tell us that King Lousis still lives?” Her face slowly twisted into a smile.
“As you were able to find this out on your own,” replied Theopolou, “it would appear that is unnecessary.”
Theopolou bowed and left, Mohanisi just behind him.
“I noticed you did not mention Shivis Mol,” said Mohanisi.
“That is not for me,” said Theopolou, “and I think it would have done more harm than good. These people fear for their lands and family. It is enough that a vast army intends to wreak havoc. Should I tell them their very souls are at stake as well?”
Mohanisi nodded with understanding. “The woman, Maybell, is here.”
“Good,” said Theopolou. “Gather the men. We leave as soon as I have spoken to her.”
Mohanisi led him through the manor to where Maybell waited.
Maybell sat on the edge of a bed. She had dimmed the lanterns and allowed the dark to surround her.
“You are Maybell?” Theopolou's voice was deep and soothing.
“Yes,” she replied weakly. “And you want to hear my story. You want to know what happened to Malstisos.”
“I do,” he replied and sat next to her. “My name is Theopolou. I am—.”
“I know who you are,” she said, irritably. “And I know why you're here. But I don't know if what I can tell you will be of any help.”
“Whatever it is, I need to know,” said Theopolou
“You know, when I saw two brothers....real brothers mind you...fight to the death, I thought I had seen enough to break my heart in two.” The light from the crack in the door silhouetted Theopolou. “But when I saw someone as noble and kind as Malstisos slowly become dark and diseased...” A tear fell down her cheek. “I can't explain what happened.”
“Do your best,” said Theopolou.
Maybell recounted the events up until the duel between Grentos and Vadnaltis. “Once that happened, Malstisos withdrew. His mind and spirit grew darker each day. I just thought he was agonizing over what had happened, but soon it was clear to me that there was more to it than that. He began muttering to himself, almost like he was arguing with some inner demon. I tried talking to him, but he either ignored me or became angry.”
“Do you think he went mad?” asked Theopolou.
“I did at first,” she replied. “But then strange things began to happen. Dark figures began lurking about, wherever we went. Then, Malstisos started disappearing for hours at a time. I thought he was scouting or hunting, until one night when we camped just outside a small farm village, I caught him talking to a black-cloaked figure, behind a clump of bushes. When I asked him