Keeper of the Lost Cities: War

Introduction

It had been almost three years since the blonde elf with dashing ice blue eyes had seen the purple grasses of Eternalia- or smelled the cinnamon and mallow of Mallowmelt.

Or been wrapped in the embrace of the person he had cherished the most.

Cherished so much in fact- that he left everything he knew and loved behind just to keep her safe.

Safe from himself.

Keefe Sencen's ability, at the start, was much too dangerous to be around people.

So for the first year of his self imposed exile- Keefe had basically wandered around forests and sleeping wherever he felt he needed too- and then eventually- he began to wander around towns for food instead of foraging. After proving to himself his ability wouldn't work on animals unless he channeled raw emotions into his voice- he simply learned sign language from a deaf human he had met- the only type of person he let himself be around.

Granted he never really told the human who he was- or where he came from- as they simply had a job together and the human taught him so they could communicate while folding the laundry from the washing machines.

The laundromat was a foreign concept to Keefe- but as were a lot of generally human jobs and normalities in general- so he just let himself figure things out slowly and learned to not be surprised at much.

While he had been working there- he had felt almost content- though there was still the gap in his heart that he knew only one thing could fill- and that would be returning to his home.

As sucky as it was- the lost cities were where he was born and nothing could change the sixteen years he had lived there.

He had often found himself wondering what everyone was doing- probably having a blast without him- and as much as he hated to admit it- they had probably defeated the neverseen in the time he had been gone with him out of the way screwing everything up.

Or at least that was until that day.

Keefe Sencen stretched in his bed- his roomate- Jean Wacher- the one who taught him sign language- was already awake, getting dressed for the day ahead of them.

Their current residence was a single bedroom apartment- where they had the bedroom split in two with a twin mattress on either side as beds- each having a simple short dresser for their clothes.

All Keefe wanted to do was curl up and not even be awake- but he knew that once he was awake- there was no point in going back to sleep because the loneliness of a gap inside his stomach was too much to bear unless he was worn out and ready to pass out.

So he got up- shuffling around the disaster of his half of the room- pulling on combat boots- the closest human shoe he could find to elven ones- and tucking his lightweight soft pants into them- fastening a brown belt around his waist with his button up blue shirt tucked into that.

His hair was always the easy part- as the messy bedhead style seemed to love the humid air of the forbidden cities and would automatically floof up in waves like a beach surfer.

Though at the place where Keefe lived at this moment- in modern day Europe- there weren't many beaches for him to relax and keep a low profile at.

Did you find the car keys last night? Keefe's fingers flew rapidly as he walked out of the apartment complex in which he and Jean lived in.

The boy's dark brown almond shaped eyes blinked once and shook his jead- making another sign with his fingers.

Walk

Keefe hated that sign- even though they lived hardly a ten minute walk to where they work- there was a foot of snow- so he hung his head back for a few brief seconds before he kept walking alongside Jean.