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As they walked, Mora continued to glance at David oddly. He stopped then turned to her.
“Mora, what is it?” David asked unsure.
“David, you smell of changeling?” Mora asked sniffing him.
“What do you mean, I smell of changeling?” he asked uncertain of what she meant.
“You don’t smell like a mortal anymore,” she said matter of factly.
He turned to her and placed his hands on her afraid, “what do you mean?”
“You are the descendent of Roth and Alisa Cummings. Alisa was a changeling. She was a halfling of the Third Race. As a child of Oberon, she was a changeling. You carry the changeling in you. The pact on your family and the magic within your bloodline is alive,” she said stonily.
“When I made the pact with Roth and you, it went back to the old pact. When I deemed that your ser
