"Auta miquilu orcu!" shouted Tindomerel with rage. "You have no right to order us around like that, human." As you might know, Sylvan elves, like Tindomerel, are extremely aggressive. This was mild behavior; we were use to the sudden rage. Obviously this woman wasn't. "Hey your human to right?" she squeaked. "Did you just tell me to kiss an orc and I thought I was an elf fanatic," said the woman, almost half to herself.

We were all surprised at what she said. What did she mean 'elf fanatic' and do they know information about the elven nation other than myth? "Bela ed' templa," I said. That was the elven spell for telekinesis. I wanted to read her mind so I could find useful information.

It turns out that her name is Anna Crose. I said to the others with my mind. She is a part time security guard for the Honolulu airport and works as a ninth grade teacher for Roosevelt High School. I think she'll be a good ally to have you guys and you know, I continued, feeling there minds feeling hesitant, when she said that we were elf fanatics? Well it turns out there is a 'web site' called grey-company.org. It's all about elves. You wouldn't believe how accurate they are, it's almost scary. They have the elvish language, phrases, spells and all sorts' information about us and it has this music that seems to be some sort of Celtic. It doesn't say anything about the Elven Nation or the Great Battle, though. Is it just I, or do I feel another familiar presence.

I let the spell wear off so I could speak out loud. It was confusing to use that spell. Anna obviously knew what happened because when I came out of her mind, her eyes were wide open with realization mixed with wonder and a little denial. "Nice going Rowen. Now she knows who we are," said Willow. The elves turned with shock. What had she said and why did she talk that way. A sudden realization dawned upon us; we inherited Anna's way of speech.

"So. I guess you know who we are," I said. My voice was strangely calm, considering the circumstances. "Yep," Anna said in the same tone. I guess that means yes. "Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" asked Laurelin. The question she just was do you speak elfish, obviously in elfish. "Uma," said the dumbfounded woman. "Mani lye um yassen lle?" Willow said in a gentle tone, like the way you speak to a child when something tragic had just happened. Translated Mani lye um yassen lle means 'What are we to do with you'.

"I still say we kill her, I mean we can't trust these mortals," said Tindomerel, impatiently. She was sort of right, in a creepy way. We don't know anything about these mortals. Anna could ruin things for the company. But still, she seemed trustworthy for someone I just met. I have made up my mind. Anna turned her face to each elf, eyes wide with shock and horror.

"We shall not do harm to Anna. Uh. she would turn out to be a wonderful ally. I have seen her mind and for some weird reason, she has seen mine. She knows we are safe to be around and I the same to her," I said with growing strength.