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when his chair
had tipped over, spilling him unceremoniously to the floor. Tark
looked around, startled and unsure of where he was. It took a
moment for him to remember he was no longer in his comfortable tree
house, but inside a large tent. Apparently, more tired than even he
realized, if falling asleep while in mid thought wasn’t a problem.
Shaking his head wearily, he slowly stood, stretching his arms and
legs in the process. He rubbed his eyes and walked over to his
bed.
    The magic elves decided, reasonably, that
creating tree homes for everyone right at the edge of the
battlefield would be a poor use of their power and it would be best
if their energy were put to use on defenses and preparing their
weapons for battle. However, they created the large tents and
hammocks for the entire army, using materials they brought and
prepared specially in the village prior to coming here. It proved
convenient and useful when an entire camp with room enough for
everyone was constructed in a couple of hours. The underground
elves had come a long way in a short amount of time.
    Tark sat wearily at the edge of his hammock.
It had taken him several attempts to be able to sit on the blasted
material without being dumped on the ground in an undignified pile.
Indeed, the first time he tried it, he found himself flying
backward and conking the back of his head so hard on the ground, he
saw stars. He remembered it had been quite some time for Taura to
quit laughing before she was able to ask if he was alright and then
to retrieve Morgo when he had trouble responding. He was getting to
be as bad as Galena. He managed to get his shoes off before
flopping back onto the hammock where he fell asleep almost
instantly.
    Tark rolled over to his side, and bumped into
Taura. Lifting his head slightly, he looked around and saw it was
now night. Feeling slightly alarmed, he sat up waking Taura in the
process.
    “Lie back down. We have posted guards and
they will be replaced every hour. There is nothing you can do right
now. Nothing has happened and no one needs your immediate
attention, so go back to sleep.” She rolled over facing away from
him before resuming her own slumber.
    Tark looked at her, watching the slow rise
and fall of her shoulder, knowing it was unlikely she would
remember telling him any of this. Smiling and settling back down,
he closed his eyes and felt himself begin to drift off once more
when he heard a faint voice somewhere in the back of his mind. Tark
strained to hear it as it faded. The words came together in his
mind and he struggled to make sense of them until finally, it
clicked.
    She comes. Prepare yourself for the battle
is about to begin.
    Feeling extremely unsettled with the prospect
of fighting the next day, for he was sure that was what Mira meant;
he rolled over and wrapped a protective arm around Taura before
drifting off into a fitful slumber.
    * * * *
    Galena sat up with the first rays of light
shining on her face. Flipping her blankets back, she swung her legs
over the edge of the bed and lowering herself to the ground,
grabbed a bowl from her pack, and filled it with water. Thinking of
Tark, she saw him surrounded by different elves, among them were
Fala, Morgo, Morak, Nina, Taura, and several others she did not
recognize. It looked like they were inside a large tent, which made
sense considering what Mira told her the night before. The army of
elves would have surely left the village and were now on their way
to the battle for which Galena must be present at if they were to
come out victorious.
    Putting down the bowl, Galena reached for her
pack and created several loaves of bread, cheese, and some fruit.
Most of it she put back in their packs, but left out a couple small
loaves for their morning meal. Shaking Elenio awake before she
pulled off the blankets to pack as well, she tossed him a loaf of
bread, which he barely caught.
    “What’s the rush?” he asked before yawning
widely.
    “The battle is about to