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Maralen, meanwhile, seemed to have almost forgotten about the danger they were all in; she had eyes only for the little gold-flecked green faerie. "Brother!" she called. "Come down! Come back to me!" Sanar frowned. "How can your brother be the size of my hand?" "My brother was made to be a shapeshifter like Oona herself. The blue faerie that accompanied us was his Lorwyn self, and unfamiliar to me. Now we stand within Shadowmoor, and I can see the truth of him through his skin. I know him. He must know me. I just don't understand why he's staying so far away." *** "Oona is dead. Maralen was my sister," snarled the faerie that had hovered above, dropping out of the air fast and hard and landing between Rhys and the fallen Maralen. He changed as he descended, growing larger, taller than any elf of Lorwyn or Shadowmoor, taller than the still-flickering Ashling. His wings vanished as he landed, leaving him grounded and glaring at Rhys, fury coming off him in waves. His height would have made him imposing even without his broad shoulders and sharp features. His ears were pointed, and at first he seemed to be an elf, though the horns atop his head were in fact some sort of twisted antler-crown. Perhaps most striking of all, his forearms were the blue of a frozen winter lake, as was the top half of his face. *** Lorwyn Eclipsed | Episode 6: Full of Hateful Fantasies https://magic.wizards.com/en/news/magic-story/lorwyn-eclipsed-episode-6-full-of-hateful-fantasies
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