Bab 82: Chapter 82 New Bloodline

Grace’s POV

“WHO commands these animals?” a harsh female voice demanded all of a sudden--- and I mentally groaned. We’d all immigrated to the border as we worked and like most of the land here, it was all woodland, with only the part facing the human town being used for crops.

“WHO is asking?” I replied in the same manner, before turning to where the voice had come from. And I had to force myself not to gape at the woman approaching us. She looked ethereal, in her white Galadriel-LOTR-outfit and her golden hair had me totally sold on the idea that---

Yeah, she could be an elf!

But then I looked closer and realized that her blond locks were the ones you find in bottles. And there was absolutely nothing ethereal about the scornful expression on her face. Not to mention that the little snake from before was snickering behind the older woman as if she’d actually DONE something.

And that just pissed me off!