Once, when I was helping my friends Kyrtian and Keman with a plan to save the human slaves that were mistreated by the other elvenlords, we had become involved in another adventure. That is what I shall tell you about. Before I tell the story, I'll give some background info so you're not lost. My name is Lashana, Shana to my friends. Before I was born, the ancient dragons had created a prophecy about the Elvenbane. It was just made up, so you can only imagine how shocked the dragons were when I was born and fulfilled the prophecy. Speaking of dragons, that is exactly what Keman is. He and his mother, Alara had raised me since she had found me in the desert lying by a pool of water, barely alive at about 3-4 hours old (that's a whole other story so don't ask). Kyrtian is an Elvenlord who's own cousin, Aelmarkin, is out to stop him from rising any farther in the High Council. Kyrtian is also very persuasive, which you'll learn in the story. Enough background info, because I think you get the idea. On with the story. Keman and I were helping Kyrtian with the plan, Kyrtian persuaded Keman and I to find out the fate of his father. When he told me all that he knew about his father's disappearance, I was patient and when he finished telling me the story, I was so engaged that I couldn't say no to him even if my life depended on it. He told me the story at the Citadel, which is kind of a stockade for us Wizards (wizards are accidental half-breeds of elves and human slaves that have the magical powers of elves and humans). About a week after he told me the story, we were off on the journey to find his father. Early on in the journey, my patience was beginning to ebb until we came to an immense cave where the opening to it had caved in. After we had gotten the climbing supplies, Keman, Kyrtian, Kyrtian's other companions, and I started to scale the cave mouth. Once we got into the cave, we made camp. At dawn, we arose and started to explore. We came upon bones, old books, the remains of wagons, and 'constructs', which are machine type things that were made to replace slaves and do the work for the older Elvenlords in Evelon, which was their old home. When we got over to the Great Portal, which is what the elves came to this land in the first place, one of the constructs came alive and tried to kill us. We played a 'game' with it by throwing things in the opposite direction of the way we were running. After a while, the construct realized our little game and he started to run after us and then Keman had the brilliant idea of attacking it. He attacked the monster, and I grabbed Kyrtian's wrist and yelled, "Run!" He didn't need to be told twice. We ran all the way back to the entrance, with him slightly ahead of me and made it out just in time because, Keman had released the construct and had just climbed out when it started to bang on the wall and the entrance caved in once more. It was trapped, and we were safe.