CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

My brows knit together as I say slowly, “Not much. Like I told you, my brother never really taught me any kind of history. We were too busy trying to survive as rogues.”

Balin exchanges a look with his companions before murmuring, “It might be easier to show you.”

“Show me?” I blink and then he’s reaching out and his finger enters the flames, and they rise higher than before, making me scramble back in shock and fear.

“Watch,” he advises in a grim voice.

And I do.

I see figures in the fire.

“A time ago, a long time ago, there were three worlds. One for humans, one for the Others, and one for the demons. Demonkind was never satisfied with what they had. The Others were prideful individuals. And humans? Humans were still discovering themselves. They were little more than animals at that point.”

I see three floors in the fire with beats with horns on the top level and strange shaped creatures in the middle and then ape like things on the bottom.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere