Chapter Sixteen, Ooro's Tale

After learning to witness the Shadow Dance, the next step was to attempt to join in. This took several months of constant practice, as the shadows themselves are constantly shifting. Though I first began in areas of large shadows at night, for sake of safety, I slowly began to learn the movements required to move about the larger shadows during the daylight hours.

Dusk and Kooraw could only watch in rapt amazement at my progress, and even Ooro assured me that "No Elven pupil has ever learned the Dae'salka as quickly as you have."

"Though I'm not surprised, for your grandfather was a master, and it was he who taught me." Ooro confided in me one day, which stopped me in my tracks as surely as any blade!

"My grandfather… taught you?" I asked after regaining my composure after the initial shock.

"Yes, it was he who saved both Dusk and I from our joined fates in Sharapuur. He did not relate the tale to you?" Ooro asked, his arched eyebrow showing his surprise as readily as his questioning look at Dusk, who shook his head slightly to indicate the subject had not come up until now.

"Well, perhaps it is time we relate our tale to you, young Dae'fara, for there are many interesting points to tell. Many of which may help in the days to come." Ooro said.

"Come, we shall discuss this over our evening meal." Dusk said, ever one to discuss more complex matters of life while enjoying the bounties of the good life. And at that, I could not agree more.