He told of an old country, where short people and people who lived
forever stayed. He talked about their homes being in the cliffs and in
the caves until people started inhabiting this country called
Shar...now no little people...no elves...no fairy people. Only mean,
angry old people who do not care one bit about incantions or spells or
anything. She had to figure out a way inside her heart to keep her
grandfather alive...and that she would...keep him
alive.
And listen she did. She heard words she has never heard before. She
remembered her grandfather telling her once of a very, very ancient
incantation, which is actually a very fancy word for
"spell."