identity as Aurwyn’s son, the leader of the resistance.”
Nomis was shocked. “Do you mean to say that I’m being spied upon? But I don’t know anything about the Pruddenaid, or the troubles between our two sides save what I’ve just heard! I didn’t even know, until now, what’d happened to my parents.”
Aurwyn looked at his son compassionately, almost wishing that such an innocent would not have to be drawn into the age-old conflict.
“My son, it is that which thou possesseth that draws them to thee. Hast thou not noticed that thine own powers of Gallael are increasing rather than decreasing with each passing year? Whilst the majority of the Tylwyth Teg clans lose whatever powers they may possess by the time they are five or six? Thou art different, my son. Thou art from one of the only clans left since the Cataclysm able to use and develop these powers for good or for ill … the ancient clan of the Brenhindod!”
Nomis once again felt stunned. He had always thought of himself as an Elfin, the same as the Elfins he had been brought up with, played with as a child, and now worked with in the Great Tower. He felt as if his whole world, as he knew it, was crumbling, beneath which his own identity was somehow being buried. Who were the Brenhindod anyway? He did sense, however little he understood at present, that it would all mean a major change to his life, and to his way of thinking!
As if in answer to his racing thoughts, Pelydryn broke in: “It is all right, Nomis. We both fully understand that all of this is, at first, alarming to you. Nevertheless, you are one of the last of the line of the Brenhindod, an ancient and most noble clan of the Tylwyth Teg. Up until fairly recently, the Pruddenaid thought that with your father’s death, the line had become extinct. However, it is your growing powers that disturb the Gallael Continuum, sending faint echoes to the Drwgwraiths and Pruddydrwgnêr, alerting them to your presence in the world.” Pelydryn exchanged another silent but questioning look with Aurwyn, who nodded in reply.
Pelydryn continued: “Just before the time when you were born, Aurwyn and Enfys hid from the Pruddenaid with the Gwireb Gnomes of the forest. Your birth took place on the twenty-fifth day of the fifth month of Mai in your year of 1278. Shortly afterwards, the Gwirebs smuggled you out of the forest to deliver you to a place of safety and anonymity, so that you could grow and develop without danger.