As always, here are some disclaimers. All characters in this story are fictional (even if I wish they were real), and that to use my story without my permission is a crime. If you do so, and I catch you, I will send ninja monkeys to come and sling poo at you for the rest of your life. Oh, and for the next chapter, I am thinking about moving on to the sex. To all of those who actually read the disclaimers, I bet you are all thinking "It's about fucking time!!" Well, it is going to take a while to write it, so be patient. Now, without further ado, here's part two.
Ethan
I woke up a few hours after the elf-like creature had fallen asleep. As the elf, or what I would assume was an elf, lay in my arms, I think back to what happened just a few hours earlier. I had been woken to the body I had been holding move away from me suddenly. When I had opened my eyes, the sight that lay before me was breathtaking. There before my eyes was the elf, crouched in a defensive position, without a shirt over his lean, slightly muscular body, hair framing his face. His eyes were what really took my breath away. They had a deep emerald color to them in the shadow.
Without warning, the elf suddenly started to sway and fall. I leapt from the couch to catch him as he fell. Then, the elf started to writhe in pain. I started to hold him down, to prevent him from popping the stitches, but he easily broke free from my grasp.
Damn, he is stronger than he looks.
I then decided to just cradle him, to help soothe him. Soon, he started to calm down, and looked up at me, only his eyes were a deep blue with a gold band around his iris.
So his eyes seem to change colors when in shadows. Hmmm I wonder what they would look like in...
Shaking such thoughts from my head, I notice that the elf had started to cry. I started to rock him gently, trying to tell him that the pain will pass, hoping that he could understand me. As he falls asleep, I move him back to the couch and continue to hold him. Soon, I had fallen asleep, content for the first time in a while.
Having remembered that moment, I study the elf. One of his arms is wrapped around my torso, with his head cushioned on my chest. His hair is cascaded across his face, so I reach out a hand and brush back the hair behind his pointed ear. His ears fascinated me, the way the curved up into a tip. As I touched them, the elf started to snuggle closer to me in his sleep; I smiled. I looked at the clock and it read 10:06 a.m. I got up carefully, trying not to wake the elf, deciding that it was time for me to make breakfast. As I finished making two omelets, I brought them over to the coffee table, in front of the couch, and gently shook the elf, trying to wake him. I don't think that was a smart thing to do, for when I shook him, his eyes few open, he thrust his hand in my direction, and said a strange word. Then next thing I know, I am on the floor, on the other side of the room, having been flung around like a rag doll. When I had looked back at the elf, he was completely covered from head to toe in the blankets. From the blankets, I heard "I'll wake up when I am ready to." I just gapped at the situation and started to laugh.
Ryndal
Even though I am an elf, and am always energetic, I am the hardest person to wake up. I am fine waking up on my own, but when someone tries to wake me up, oh, I get evil. I enjoy my sleep and if anyone tries to take that away from me, they see my dark side. So, when the human tried to wake me up, I reacted the way I always do when I am being woken up by someone; I lash out. As I stretched out my hand, a very little voice inside my head told me not to do it, that the human doesn't know my sleeping habits; I drowned out the voice with a word from a simple spell, a telekinetic spell, mainly used to move objects out of reach. With it, I flung the human away from me, and wrapped the blankets tightly around myself, saying "I'll wake up when I am ready to." The ridiculous thing is that the human started to laugh.
Just as I was about to fall back to sleep again, I felt something grab the blankets. As soon as I figured what was about to happen, the human yanked the blankets, causing me to spin on the couch as he continued to unravel me from the blankets. I grabbed onto the last of the blankets and hugged them to my chest, not thinking about what that would do. I found out a few seconds later, as I was being dragged across the floor by the blankets. I finally let go of the blanket, flat on my back. I slowly sat up, and slowly turned my head to the offending human and glared. He just laughed even harder.
I just sighed and rolled my eyes, apparently having met my match when it comes to stubbornness.
"What did you wake me up for?" I said, letting the annoyance seep out of my voice.
"Well, you have been sleeping like you were among the dead, so I thought it would be a good idea for you to eat, considering you lost quite a bit of blood." He said, continuing to let out a chuckle every once in a while.
After he said that, I remembered what had happened at the lake, and that I had almost become among the dead, if not for this stranger. I also remembered that I had a duty to fulfill. I jumped up, ran over to the mirror on one of the walls.
"Retrema kabande cortoga" I said, while tracing runes on the mirror. The mirror then turned foggy, then to pitch blackness. After a while, the image that presented itself was not me, but that of the back of a guard.
"Soldier!!!" I said in elven. The guard jumped and turned around with an astonished look. After the guard saw me, he straightened up and saluted me.
"Sir, to what do I owe this honor?" the soldier said.
"I must speak with the queen immediately; there is no time to waste." I said, making the urgency apparent in my voice.
The guard looked nervous. "I apologize, but I am not at liberty to enter the Royal Court. I could go look for someone who is, but that may take a while."
I was starting to lose patience, which for an elf, is astounding. "There may not be enough time for you to do that...just carry the mirror to the Royal Court, so that I may speak to the queen."
The guard looked astounded by my request. "But sir, I am still unable to enter the Royal Cou-"
"JUST GET THIS MIRROR TO THE ROYAL COURT! JUST SHOW ME TO THE GUARDS, AND THAT WILL LET YOU GET IN! NOW DO AS I SAY!" I had lost my patience. Didn't this guard see that this matter was important? That I wouldn't be forced to talk through a mirror if it wasn't?
The guard then hurriedly picked up the mirror and started running down the hall towards the Royal Court. After watching this for a minute, I started to get dizzy from the image constantly moving. I turned around, thinking that the human was being strangely quiet. When I turned around, my annoyance had disappeared, and it was my turn to laugh. The human had his eyes and jaw completely opened and was looking at me with disbelief; it was as if he had never seen magic before...That is when I stopped laughing. Could it be that I am on a different planet? That would explain all of the strange stuff in this place. My attention is drawn to the mirror by the soldier calling for me.
"Sir. Sir, we are here. Uhm, sir, the guards are waiting." I looked back at the mirror to see the scared face of the soldier.
"Show me to them." He turned the mirror around, to show me that there were two tall soldiers blocking the door. They may seem weak, but they are among the elite of the squads, chosen to protect the queen with everything that they had. When they saw my image, theirs eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in suspicion.
"How do we know that this is not a trick?" One of them asked. Despite the importance of speaking to the queen, I couldn't resist; I put on an innocent face.
"What? You think that someone could capture this perfection with magic?" The other guard sighed.
"There is no doubt about who you are, that is for sure. You may pass." And with that, both guards stepped out of the way of the double doors, and then opened them. As the soldier, who's name I never did get, walked through the door, I am met my a sight that takes my breath away, no matter how many times that I see it. The Royal Court was a massive room, in the center of the palace. The walls of the massive, circular room were made of pure white, polished marble. Protruding from half of the room was a massive, crescent shaped balcony, supported to its impressive height by thick pillars of blue topaz, chased with thin vines of silver and gold. As the domed ceiling progressed, the color of the marble turned from white to pure black. However, within that blackness, there were thousands of gems of every kind, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and even moon stones.
However, the beauty of the room was outshone by the figure standing by a throne of fluted glass. Queen Izmallonda was the pride of the elven nation. She stood at about 6', with hair that was a deep sapphire blue that came down to her waist, with two thick strands of pure silver hair framing her face. Her skin was pure white, which gave a mysterious glow to her, and her eyes were just as blue as her hair. She was dress in a gown of deep green, with a corset worked with silver. It is hard to believe that such a beauty is actually over two thousand years old. As the soldier who was carrying the mirror made his was to the queen, he stopped a respectable distance away and bowed. The queen, having seen my image in the mirror, slowly made her way to the soldier, who seemed shocked to the point that the mirror was shaking, and giving me a headache.
"Stop your shaking or you are going to make me sick." I whispered to him, so that the queen would not hear; the image became stable.
