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spoke these words.
    “Why?”
    “Centuries before the warlock invasion, before they became our friends, an elfin and pixie procreated and the offspring led the warlock army. Two powerful folk with different powers combined is too much. It is said this was how wizards came to be. They are very powerful beings and there are few. Mecaldorf is one. Imagine a folk who could fight with any weapon as I am able, combined with the agility and magic of a pixie. Too powerful.”   He shook his head.
    “What about a human and an elfin?” 
    He heard hope in her voice and a large part of him wished for it to be so. Her vulnerability and beauty continued to entice. Keelor pondered the wisdom of sitting and talking with her. Their bodies skimmed as they sat side by side, her bare arm against his felt warm and smooth. Where had his resolve to stay away from her gone?
    “It has never occurred.” He averted his eyes; he couldn’t bear the expression in hers.
    “Perhaps elfin and pixie are too powerful together but if it was a human instead.”
    “Princess Seraphina, chosen humans are as powerful as others. You have yet to master your acquired skills.”
    “Which are?” 
    He turned to her, startled by the excitement in her voice. Perhaps she was more in tune with her calling than he first realised. The idea she was magical seemed to thrill her. This didn’t help his cause in controlling the confusing emotions swirling through him.
    “I hoped you would not ask me this question.”
    “Well I have,” she replied indignantly with a defiant set to her chin.
    “Humans possess compassion which many folk cannot replicate. It is due to this empathy that humans can heal themselves and others.”
    “I can heal?” 
    “Yes.”
    “How?”
    “I shall see if we can tune into your gift.” 
    Keelor stood and removed the staff strapped to his back. He held it before him and spoke a few words once again in a foreign tongue. His staff transformed into a long, thin knife. He promptly cut into his wrist and began to bleed profusely.
    “What are you doing?” she cried, suddenly filled with compassion and love.
    “Seeing whether you can heal me.”
    “I don’t know how.” She stood next to him watching the blood spill down his hand to the ground. What was he doing? She didn’t know what to do. Her chest constricted.
    “Listen to your emotions, they will guide you.”
    “You could bleed to death.”
    “You had better hurry, then.” And he actually smiled which quickened her pulse.
    Sera felt an instantaneous overwhelming need to nurture Keelor. Closing her eyes, she focused her energies on the sentiment. Her hands grew hot and she opened her eyes to discover they glowed in a hue of bright orange.
    “You’d best hurry, Princess. I am feeling faint,” he mocked and the glow in her hands almost faded as her annoyance at his smugness overcame her.
    She refocused and the glow returned. She placed her hands upon the open wound and watched in amazement as his skin repaired until all that remained was a thin white scar.
    “Wow,” she exclaimed. “What if I hadn’t been able to do it? You could have bled to death.”
    “A little dramatic, besides I knew you would. See this is why mixed folk is illegal. Imagine a fighter, with the ability to heal, used for evil.”
    “Glad you knew I could,” she mumbled and he smiled smugly. “It could be used for good though, a combined folk.”
    “From past writings combined folk have always used their power in a detrimental way. The circle believes the power is an aphrodisiac and it controls them. Offspring from mixed folk always sought more.”
    “Are you telling me, Keelor, you don’t feel this connection between us?”
    His face remained impassive so she touched a hand to his face.
    The feel of her warm hand against his cool skin sent fire through his veins. An uncontrollable desire to return the gesture overwhelmed him. Without any power over his body, he touched her face with his hand, to