The Lost Elf Warrior

Chapter Forty

(Clarity)

The night for the ball I stand in my bath roap looking through my wardrobe wonder what to wear. I don't want to go to this stupid ball anyone. It maybe the celebration of my victory but I nearly died in those trials I'm glad there over and I wish not to think about them again.

"Need a hand?" A voice said behind me I turn around to see Orianna coming into my chambers with a slight smile on her face.

"Oh no need, I was just going to wear an ordinary dress " I said. Orianna scoff coming towards me.

"You can't just wear an ordinary dress. This is a ball" Orianna said. I let a sigh out looking back to what dress to wear.

"Have you ever been to ball before?" Orianna asked.

I never even been, I heard of the little balls in my village and the music and dancing heard but I never wanted to attend to them.

"No" I answer straight.

"Here, let me help you" Orianna then look through every dress I have, every style.

"Your luck I'm a fashion with dresses" Orianna said. Most of the dresses in here were design by Orianna herself since I got here.

Orianna when through a few until she stopped and brought out a dress turning to me. It was a dark blue dress that comes off the shoulders and the arms on the dress cut open and attack to the lower part of the dress, it was sparking in the candle lights.

I could never wear something like this, this dress is not fit for me. It would be for Hespera, or Orianna, or even Glassandra but not for me.

"I can't wear that" I shake my head to Orianna. She frown with her eye brows raise confuse why I wouldn't.

"Yes, you could" Orianna argued.

"No, I cannot" I said back to her.

"Why not?" I chuckle at Orianna question throwing my arms in the air then back by my side.

"Because" I pause for a sec.

"I could never pull that off" I said.

"You, Hes and even Glass could wear that but not me. I'm never professional to wear ball dresses and dance around to music" Orian pause her lips in a thine line. Her eyes search into mine trying to figure me out.

"Clarity. You are everything but a diamond in eyes" Orianna step towards me laying the dress down on the bed. She took both of my hands.

"Hespera is a flower beauty. Glass is a Queen of her own beauty. But I am flawless yes, but you can pull anything off no matter what you wear your body is beautiful as your mind is" Orianna words was nothing I have heard before. They hit something in me, and I want to keep it lock and remember it when I look at myself.

"You really mean that?" I asked sniffing, trying not to cry.

"With every word and every soul" She place one of her hands on her heart. I believe her. What she said makes me believe what her heart tells her.

"I'll wear the dress" I said.

"Good" She whisper with a nodded. I wish I could be more like everyone I know so far.

Orianna helped me into the dress as we work in silence with each other. Even through Hespera is the one that loves doing hair and I let her Orianna decide to do it. She braided and pinned half of the little brides up on my head before she braid the rest of my hair down to my back not too tight and not too lose. Orianna place some silver jews on the top of my hair that makes me look even more diamond.

"Silver diamonds and blue is definitely your style colour" Orianna nodded to herself looking at her master piece she done.

"It is. Blue always goes with my hair colour" I said looking at myself in the mirror. I chuckle to myself after a while in silence.

I turn around in my chair and see that Orianna was not even dress yet, she wasted her whole time not getting ready to focus on me. It feels selfish of her to do so she should worry about herself then at me. I won't be here long once I find my mother and leave this place to go back home.

"You should go and get ready; you don't want to be late" I told her.

"And I'm normally the bossy when to tell them to get ready" Orianna shake her head with a smile on her pink lips. I laugh as Orianna left the room.

I was finally alone to myself before I go down to the ball. Looking at myself in the mirror feels like I don't recognize this person I am in. I never would wear jewellery even dresses or have my hair down nicely. It was nothing I would see myself; I hardly can recognize myself anymore.

I look down at my lap and wear I hold my wrist I trace the left birth mark on my wrist. I have the mark and so does everyone else, but I can't be an elf if I don't have the right answers to who I am and the only person who will know is my mother. The female that birth me, raised me, taught me. She's the only one that cross my mind I will find her. The Demon King can fuck off if he thinks he can stop me from finding my mother. If he wants me, he got to try and get me first.