The First Spell Weaver of Airendell: Book Two of the Airendell Chronicles Read Online Free Page A

tall silver haired witch, and a tiny dark haired Spell Weaver, presumably your mother.  But I also get glimpses of a golden woman, and a very, very dark woman of great power and evil.  But I can’t make any sense out of those images.  I think one of them or both, is who the creature thought of as the great mother, but there are other connections that confuses me.  I see an elf.”  Everyone gasps.
    “What?” demands Breena.  “Which elf?  Was it Ari?”
    “Yes, I think might have been Ari.  Maybe.  My vision is confusing.  One time I glimpse him as the light elf, the child, at other times he appears as a dark elf, one I have never seen before.  But it almost feels as though these visions point to the same being.  Or at least they are connected somehow.  As I said, it is very confusing.  I can‘t even figure out if the creature saw these elves as friend or foe.”
    Morna looks at Breena, “Why did you ask about Ari?” she breathes, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
    Breena hesitates.  “I should have spoken up sooner.  I just thought it was gossip, nothing to be taken seriously.  A couple of hundred years back, I heard that Almeda had taken a lover a couple of millennia ago.  The lover was rumored to be a dark elf.  Ari is said to be the product of that union.  I assumed that since the light Elf Council had tolerated them, even seemed to embrace them all these years that Ari must have taken after his mother and not his father.  It feels wrong, even now to say anything that sounds like criticism of an elf.”
    Morna is deathly white when she asks, “Breena, did you ever hear the name of the dark elf that was Almeda’s lover?”
    “Dortain,” says Breena.
    “Oh God, NO!” says Morna. 
    Carrick looks at Morna, “Oh hell, Morna!  They are after revenge!”
    Brian whistles softly and mutters, “Shit!”
    Everyone looks at Carrick, Brian and Morna feeling very confused and equally worried because the three powerful warriors are obviously alarmed.  Morna takes a deep breath and explains; “We were on patrol in the gateways near home.  Someone had been tampering with the barriers between Middle and Upper worlds.  I think this was about 1360.  Does that sound right Carrick?”  At his nod, she continues.  “The patrol was made up of me, Luca, Carrick, Bronwyn, and Brian.  Enya had gone to Waterford on a healer’s mission.”
    “Our patrol came upon a dark elf attacking the barrier at the end of a remote path near Airendell.”  Morna continues, “We ordered him to stop and explain himself.  He told us his name was Dortain, like we should know who he was, and that we would be wise to mind our own business.  That’s when he attacked us.  He was acting crazed.  I have never seen anything like it before or since.  We had no choice.  He was killing Bronwyn.  Luca and I struck him down.  He swore with his dying breath that his Mistress would make us regret interfering in his business.”
    The horrible fear that had been circling around Morna’s heart was now squeezing hard with an icy hand.  “Luca let Ari into his mind, and we both let them take Aideen with them.  Oh Lord God, help me!  What have I allowed to happen here?”  Morna closes her eyes and murmurs “Aideen - link” in Ancient Light Elvish language. 
    Once the link is established she can hear is her daughter’s voice raving gibberish about the dark one getting revenge, preventing the spread of the weakness… and then nothing.  Someone or something has broken the link. 
    Morna is frightened and decides to link with Almeda.  “Almeda - link,” in Ancient Light Elvish.  She hears Almeda’s frightened voice in her head saying, “He’s not responsible.  Help him!” And then the connection is severed.  Morna tries a couple of times to re-establish the link, but is unable to do so. 
    She reluctantly tries to link with Almeda’s son, Ari, “Can’t stop myself.  Primordial --- too strong.