Ilfin 4
“You
uncle used her talent against her,” Mirlin issued.
“What
is her talent?” Iniri questioned.
Enris
lifted his head to smile at his sister. “Thank you for putting her in the
present. Her talent is much like what Ilfinay is credited with. Soul birth and
death, and she is a master at it. We employed her gift on the mountain to
restore the souls gathered by the orb.”
“Fine,
Enris, I have a sister somewhere and we can talk about her later, but what
happens now? Why did you vanish?”
Glancing
at Mirlin, he responded with, “She is lonely. She has also been traumatised by
what the Glonu did to her. She was selfish enough to take us with her … for
companionship.” He cleared his throat. “She is no longer whole, not after the
time passed in captivity, but Leffandir pulled us out. The orb may have taken a
stance to mitigate her state of mind – it is after all a Makar creation and
harks to the Makar needing it most – but Iliri’s loneliness was at the root.
What happens now?” He gazed at his sister. “For the rest of my days I will
wonder if she is all right abandoned now to time and space … and fate. I
promised to return her to Makaran.”
Mirlin
sucked at his teeth. “My prince, I think you overlook something.”
Enris
glared at him.
“Ilfinay’s
gift. Your gift. Her gift. It binds you. She is not alone, Lord Makar. Iliri is with
the one who made all of us.”
Enris
snorted. “Ilfinay is not a god.”
“He
isn’t, but he lives. Now he is no longer alone either.”
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