"That's how it all started..." Emeryl finished explaining what they did six hundred years before, "Prism explained it as best he could, I suppose, the elves did sail north. They moved to an island... I'm sorry, I can't believe Prism is gone..."
      "Is this really all true?" Kern hummed curiously, "Then why are you here?"
      "Ne, I stayed here alone. Since I was nonviolent-the elves didn't really want to hurt anyone-and I kept a ghost and a giant spider around, everyone decided I was the best choice to stay here and ward off any human intruders... Well, I'm not really alone, I always have Maskini..." Emeryl smiled tenderly at the permanently cheerful boy, "So the humans... don't even remember us elves? It hasn't been that long..."
      "It has for us, but now what? Shouldn't we bring the elves back?" Kern asked, "I mean, it's not really fair to just leave them there."
      "It's no use. We'd need a boat." Emeryl resigned peacefully.
      "We have boats... Well, maybe not us, but if we can steal one from the dock..." Kern thumbed his chin thoughtfully.
      "Steal one from the dock?" Remus perked, "Oh yeah, you can leave that to me!"
      "Hold it! Isn't that ocean haunted too?" Lirit stopped them.
      "Probably just rumors elves spread... Alan? Alan?" Emeryl tapped the sword, "Are you in there, Alan? Do you know?"
      They stared at Emeryl awkwardly. They weren't quite used to talk of sorcery and elves and magic yet.
      "Stop talking to my sword. It's creepy." Lirit sheathed it nervously.
      "Don't speak of him as your sword. If Prism counted right, he's your great, great, great, great, great, great uncle, and he was a very noble and generous man known throughout the kingdom." Emeryl scolded her coldly.
      "Fine, dandy, let's just go." She grunted.