Dark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
The dark-haired man said simple spell and in the fountain appeared castle of king Munor. He waved his hand and he saw small figure, walking down the stairs in the Tower of Dragon Fang. He was focused and the man saw sorrow in him.
"This one will lead them?" he asked with disbielieve. The figure belonged to small elven child, no more than twelve. He couldn't lead the army as old woman propheted. But if yes...he had to keep his subjects safe, the elven enemy was too numerous if all join the rebellion.
"This is not a boy" said old hag. "He remembers the young era of elves and will do everything to set them free. You must be carefull...Wind."
The man called Wind turned his head violently and looked in the eyes of the woman with anger. "Don't call me by my name, you stupid whore. I am still your lord. Better say what I can do to protect my lands."
The woman giggled.
"Elves are not interested in Karmala beyond the Wall of Kritt. The North is still too cold for their fragile skin. But if they knew that you are here, they may attack. Stay in silence...Wind. Don't fret, my lord, I was calling you Wind when you were a toddler."
Wind clenched his fists but said nothing. Raha was right. He still needed to not force his presence before the eyes of elven enemy. But are they really an enemy? They knew magic, just like him. Maybe they would count him as opposition to king Munor? The prophecy wasn't clear in this case. He was sure that creatures on the North have their own problems with surviving in the cold and didn't need a war with anyone. They were all magic creatures that people didn't dream of in their most beautiful dreams and worst nightmares. He loved them as his own children. He MUST protect them for the cost of his own blood.
"I will be ready, witch, do you hear? I will be ready for any eventuallity. If this will be necessary, I will call the gods. They will listen to me."
Wind, the powerful sorcerer, felt light fear that he've never felt before. Elves...the old tribe of old gods that disappeared long time ago. But Wind knew the gods of wilderness and streams, of storms and trees. They will listen to him.