Someone is nearing my wards. I bold upright and reach for my staff, placing it in my hand closest to the inn wall. I lay back down and feign sleep, waiting to see if the person is looking for me or simply passing by. I have a sickening feeling it's me that they want.

"Are you certain this is the girls room? I cannot seem to sense anyone in there," on voice asks, a strong male voice.

"This is the room, be silent with the door, it will be easier to take her if she remains asleep," another male voices says. I am puzzled for I only feel the presence of one person. I hear the door nob turn slightly, then stop. I locked the door before setting my wards, knowing that sleeping would weaken my ability and would not keep anyone out. One of the males let out an exasperated sigh and tapped the lock a few times. The nob was turned again and the door swung open. I keep my breathing heavy and even as the footsteps of the men approach me. I hear some sort of blade being drawn, but I force myself to wait. Knowing that I must hold myself until they are close enough to hit. I slowly reach to grasp a stronger hold on my ability when I hear one of them give a sharp intake of breath, the footsteps become far slower and more hesitant as they inch closer. I feel the looming presence of a man over me and choose to now make my move.

I pop my eyes open to see a mans face, the man I sensed outside my door. I smile at him and his eyes widen with shock. I whip my fighting staff around into his temple. He lets out a little yelp of pain before falling on top of me. I push him off me and jump out of the bed. I hold my staff in front of me as I face the other man who walked in with him. The one I could not sense for some reason. I am momentarily taken aback, it is the same man from this morning.

"What do you want from me?" I hiss at him, narrowing my eyes and pulling more of my ability out of whatever hole it comes from deep with my soul. Almost as if he can feel my building power, he steps back, his hands up in defense.

"I wish to help you, I know what you are," he says calmly. I watch him warily and before I know it, he is lunging for me. He is faster than any human has any right to be. Luckily, I too am faster than any human. He slams face first into a wall of air. He growls at me with a feral smile in his eyes. I flick my iron tipped staff around and point it at his neck.

"Someone who wishes to help me surely would not lunge at me, trying to kill me or capture me or-or whatever it is you intended to do to me," I say, lifting my chin and straightening my shoulders. I study the man closer and see that he has pointed ears.... This-this cannot be, pointed ears are a sign of the elves. The so-called "gods" of before. I lick my lips, I feel a cold sweat break on my back.

"You do not see reason, girl. I will take you with me by your choice or not," he says calmly, coolly, "you do not think that the people looking for you will give you such a chance to live? They want to kill you or use your power, I wish to help you. But this inn is not safe and we must go now," he says. For some odd reason I am inclined to believe him. I lower my staff and release my hold on my ability. I stay alert for another attack. I nod my head toward the door, motioning for him to lead the way. We leave the inn as dawn breaks. The streets are not crowded this morning and while the man is not watching me, I turn away from him and bolt.

I try and keep my feet silent as I run faster and faster away from him. I use my ability to push wind at my back, pushing me faster. My heart is pounding widely, I push myself to my limits. It is not enough. I feel something sweep out my legs and suddenly I am falling. I push my ability against the ground, slowing me a little and I twist my body so I will land on my back. The man is snarling down at me, his hands pinning my shoulders.

"Listen closely, you will die without my help," he hisses at me. He lets me up then clamps a hand around my arm and drags me into an ally.

"Tell me what the hell is going on!" I demand, wrenching my arm away from him.

He sighs in frustration, dragging his hand down his face before beginning. "You have elf blood in you. All humans do, but your parents had more than most, so you are one of us. Haven't you ever wondered why you can run faster and longer, hear and see better?"

"What do you want with me?"

"It is not about what I want, I want nothing to do with you... half-lings," he practically spits the word out, like it has a foul taste, "the elves simply take what is rightfully theirs."

"You talk like I am a piece of property to be owned and not a living being! I am no slave, elf," I spit at him with as much contempt as I can.

"You are one of us, girl, so it is only right to that you must learn our ways and be one of us. Accept your heritage girl and do not fight me."

A sudden thought hits me, "Does that explain my ability aswell?"

He looks at me sharply, "Your what?!"

"M-my ability. I can manipulate air, I see strings from every living thing and I can 'play' the strings to my will.... I-is that not something elves can do?"

He narrows his eyes at me, "Who was your mother, girl? What was her name?" He says, he begins to seem panicked. He picks me up and slams me into the wall and begins shaking me violently, "What. Was. Her. Name?!"

"Kyría! Her name was Kyría!" I cry as he suddenly stills. He is so still, like a stone.

"You're... You're sure?" He asks, gulping down air. "And your father? What was his name?" His voice has gone deadly silent.

"Chorikós," I say, watching him for his reaction. He lets out a breath of relief.

"Your mother was a fae. Not just a fae, but one of the Noble fae of our lands. Fae are our distant cousins. Elves have no abilities, the fae rule over us, we are faster and have sharper senses than them. Your father is an elf, he was my father's friend before he disappeared from our lands. You should not exist," he informs me coldly. My head is spinning. A fae? An elf? Suddenly a clear thought cuts last my confusion. My brother.

"I have a brother!" I blurt before I can stop myself. I throw my hands over my mouth, wishing dearly I could take the words back. The elf looks at me with wide eyes, it almost seems as though he is afraid.

"We will have to go get him. He is a danger if left untrained. Elf males and fae males both are trained from a young age how to control our strength. If your brother never knew this, he is a danger to himself,"

"Can my father not train him? He is an-an elf," I say, stumbling over the title.

The elf looks at me as if I am a fool, he shakes his head and starts off on the path that would lead to my village, muttering something I cannot quite make out.