![]() ![]() He’d seen how much they had destroyed, including all of the nobility and even the emperor himself. He’d seen the battlers the day the queen had arrived. He’d been told it was a small hive past the gate, one badly depleted by predators, though Gel couldn’t imagine what kind of predator would threaten sylphs. The sylphs danced around it, calling those on the other side to come through and join them. In the center of the chamber, a circle of noncolor gleamed, floating a dozen feet above the ground. Not in Meridal, where even human beings were once sold as slaves and sylphs had been nothing more than property. They were ecstatic with the idea of being free, the joy of being allowed to do what they wanted and to interact as they never had before the queen came. ![]() Over by the far wall of the massive chamber, Gel sat on the floor with his arms across the tops of his knees and watched the sylphs play. Air, earth, water, fire, healing, and battle, they whirled in a mad happiness that had no music. Despite the fact it was once a place used to lure and trap their kind, the underground chamber they used was now a brilliantly lit place of joy. There were hundreds of them, a storm of colors swirling around each other in a glorious celebration of life. ![]()
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