Not a word was spoken as Enya was paraded down the streets of New York, accompanied by her fantastical entourage.
The only one of the group who spoke was Slavick. Consumed by his need for dominance, he gloated over the power and superiority of Elves over human king.
“It's amazing, isn't it? How easily deceived humans are? Elevated beings walk among them, and yet all they see are a traveling theatre troupe or a nondescript celebrity crossing their path. Why, we could kill you here and now and although they'd see and register your death, it would be nothing more than a heart attack or perhaps they'd see you trampled by a runaway vehicle."
Enya ignored him.
“No? Does that not fascinate you?" he sneered.
Again, Enya said nothing.
Slavick's grin held for a few seconds as he waited f
