The Setting Sun (7)

I watched in silence as the Ancient Demon took form before me, not too far away from the marked cliff by the valley of starsnatchers. 

"Human?" Dorith's voice echoed. "Is that what you are?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. 

"Well, yes." I hesitated. "Without me telling you that, would the word have meant anything to you?" I couldn't think of a better way to ask that question.

The legendary demon shrugged. "No, not really. It's the first time I'm hearing it." His form became more prominent as he drew upon the power in the valley. "Where did that guy hear it from?" He asked. "Fetheion." He added, noticing my slightly confuse glance.

I shrugged. "That's what I'd like to know." I bit my lower lip. Had Asher told him about it? Or Mona? "I'm certain I never told him. It never came up in our conversations."

Dorith sighed. "What does it matter for anyways?" He asked. "We're going to war tomorrow. Focus on that."