With the festive-goers achieving various levels of euphoria in Hypnos's embrace, I strolled mindlessly under the dark sky of an unknown world, watching drunk people laugh and children zip around carelessly.
The scenario felt out of sorts to me. My mom always put me to bed by a set time, so much that it became a routine to me. The elven children on the other hand were free of such restrictions.
Maybe because they didn't have parents.
Telsin and I escorted remainder of our drunken friends to the tent he was kind enough to let me borrow. My mind ached with worry for the princess. If her relation with the Rebel leader is the way she described it is, then there's a chance of her returning unscathed.
But power has a unique ability to change people, and I doubt even the elves could resist it.
As I continued down the path felt a tug at the hem of my dress. Looking down, I found an old friend.
"Frioren!" I exclaimed with joy.
"Friend." The wrinkled, old pixie smiled adjusting his pointy red cap.
I kneeled down to his height and extended my hand. Without missing a beat, he shook my hand just like the old times.
"I heard of the war between the elves. I hope none of the Humans. . ." He hesitated.
"All of us survived." I breathed. I told him of the minor and major injuries some of us suffered and he shook his head regretfully.
"Did Master open the box?" Frioren asked solemnly. I frowned in confusion.
"Who master? Which box?"
"The master of Humans. The box, our parting gift." He looked at me meaningfully.
Suddenly pieces clicked in my head. Pixie's call their leader, Frioren as their master. Werewolves call Dora, their Alpha. All of them refer to Deccan as our leader due to his many admirable qualities.
Could that be who Frioren refers to as master?
The box; containing the tooth of the First Werewolf which eventually helped us gain an essential ally in werewolves. And due to Dora's expertise were we able to survive the route to Axidian. Whether intentionally or not, Frioren played a crucial element in our journey thus far.
"Master opened the box." I smiled and touched his little shoulder. "And I owe you my gratitude for the generosity you showed back in the Woods."
He bowed respectfully. "Anything for our Master."
Frioren looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped short as he gaped at something past my shoulder.
I whipped my head around and saw Telsin running towards me with an alarmed expression. I got up immediately and asked, "Is everything alright?"
"Come to the Great Hall at once." He ordered, not meeting my eyes.
"Queen Imara asked for me?"
"She didn't. But I need someone I can trust. Could you . . . ?" He peered through his lashes.
"Of course I'll be there." I confirmed. "Frioren? "
"You go with the Prince." Frioren nodded, bowed deeply before Telsin and left.
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FantasyA 23 year old Deccan was on a trip with a friend for losing a bet. The two travel to an island as a reward for successfully graduating with flying colours. When his innkeeper gave him a mysterious object for safekeeping. ***** Initially the object...
