She'd learned young that they would never surrender who they were. They were the true inheritors, children of this world and the High Ones. They were the ones who had gone back for the Palace. They were the ones who would see their heritage restored, and no filthy troll or human or even some misguided, thin-blooded elf would ever stop them.
Her father had seen the vision. She shaped it. She held the future. And she never let her tribe forget it, either. They would be as strong as her, and together, they would win the Palace at any cost.