Later on, Alex, Lena, and Roran sat around the warm, golden glow of the fire with the leaders of the Resistance. As the night wore on, the dancing flames cast out long, misshapen shadows on their faces, while the air thickened with tension about what was to come. Bone-weary from that day's fighting, Alex knew it was time to talk. They had proved themselves, and now was the time they needed help from the Resistance.
Elena hunched a little closer in her seat, piercing eyes-the commanding eyes of this Resistance leader-nailed on Alex. "You fought well today," she said, her voice firm, but guarded. "You have earned our trust, yet there is so much about you we do not know. You said something earlier about the Demon King fearing your powers. Just what is going on, Alex?
