PROLOGUE
The sea god, Mac Lir, looked upon the lovers and was pleased. The Binding of these two races had been successful; his High Priest had found his soul mate, Korrene finally knew the truth of her heritage, and the Sea Elves had a new infusion of strong blood.
Thanks to his timely intervention – some would say meddling – his children, the Sea Elves, had a good chance of survival. He smiled indulgently as he thought about how smoothly his arrangements had proceeded. Things were touch and go for a bit, but Mac Lir’s will had triumphed.
However, his work was far from done.
His eternal enemy, Tuawtha, had sworn to eradicate all of Mac Lir’s children from the Seven Cella Worlds. Already one world, Earth, was devoid of sylvan kind. Only rumors and legends – a few mostly forgotten songs and stories – remained of the elfin population that had once flourished there.
The demon god had recently turned his malice to the sylvan children of Tylana, and Mac Lir was determined his enemy would not succeed.
Mac Lir had successfully bound together his most powerful High Priest with the sole sylvan survivor of his children from Earth. Together, they would raise a race of beings more able to face the changes and deceit launched at them from Tuawtha.
His children of the sea now stood a good chance of survival. Mac Lir was ready to begin the next phase of his plan.
He cast his eyes to the north and west. The Wood Elves had been fighting their own battle for survival. They also must be brought to safe harbor before the demon god could be defeated. It would require cunning and skill. And an unlikely catalyst. However, the time was not quite ripe for the god’s plans in that area. His children of the trees would have to hold on a bit longer while the tool of their salvation was readied.
Mc Lir again looked to the island of Sasheena and smiled. All was proceeding as planned but there was a slight chance everything could still be lost. He had an unwilling servant in the human warrior woman, and she could be so contrary if she thought she was being controlled. But eventually she would do his work, he had no doubt.
For a god’s heartbeat, Mac Lir frowned and the clouds darkened. If this part of the plan did not go as envisioned, another Cella World would fall to Tuawtha’s evil hold. Not merely the elves of the woodlands and the sea would die, but all sylvan kind – including nymphs, fairies, mer folk and the like – on the world of Tylana would go the way of their brethren on Earth. The danger was great.
A twinkle returned to the kind god’s eyes, and the sun broke through the clouds once again. He never left anything to chance and the whim of a human. Even one as beloved by him as the warrior woman.
His keen eyes pierced many layers of rocks and minerals, crystals and ore. Despite the danger and the chance that his influence on this world could be as fleeting as a sunrise, Mac Lir shifted into a more comfortable position of observance. Anticipation broadened his smile.
He was going to enjoy the taming of Feenix of Port Marcus.
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