I didn't know a lot about elves since I'd never met these creatures before, but Therissa talked a lot about her people.
She spoke proudly about how kind-hearted her people were and how they would help anyone who asked for help.
I remember thinking that elves sounded naive whenever Therissa told me stories about them.
"I need your help. I wasn't the one who attacked Therissa. I was trying to get her back home when it happened; you can ask her about it when she wakes up."
That was if she woke up. In the state that she was in, I had my doubts.
The old woman continued to stare at me, the magic at the tip of her staff still swirling with energy. Then suddenly, the purple-tinted color began to change until it became a brilliant shade of green.
The girl behind the elder gasped, and her eyes widened.
"That's truth magic, so that spell wasn't an attack spell?" the girl asked in disbelief.
The elder only smiled and nodded, seemingly satisfied as she said,
