Chapter 294: Spirits in Fog

Avario "You are a warlock," he said. "Your kind is strange." He pointed to her ears. The ears of her people were pointed at the tip, stretching slightly above the crown of their head. "Yes, we are. And our people do not leave this island." "Why?" he asked, following her as she continued walking barefoot. "Because our people do not see the need to. We are very well aware of the way things work outside in the world, but we don't want to partake. Some of our people defected, stating that our last great chief, or two great chiefs ago, was not looking out for our best interests in keeping us here. They didn't understand that he did it for their protection, for our protection. And so they left, moving straight to the continent, meeting those from Bloodmoon and joining them. Since they were also magic bearers, my eyes and the eyes of our forebears tell us that they do not exactly enjoy who they were promised. Relegated to second-class citizens, mostly mediators of warlocks in Bloodmoon, a