Demons and Deceit

Chapter 3: A Task and An Elf

"ALEX POV"

The skies were gray, the world a blur of sorrow. I cradled my best friend's lifeless body, feeling an overwhelming emptiness inside. I wanted to surrender to the void, to let go of it all. I lay there, staring at the cold, indifferent sky, ready to succumb to my grief.

"NARRATOR"

Alex collapsed onto the floor, Tristan's lifeless form beside him. Soldiers swiftly arrived on the scene, their movements methodical and grim. King Thorn, overcome with silent anguish, knelt beside his deceased son. Meanwhile, Alex and Tristan were carried away to the infirmary, while the soldiers began assessing the damage. Amidst the chaos, a young man's desperate cries pierced the air: "NO, NO, DAD!"

The King, his face etched with sorrow, directed a soldier towards the source of the screams. The soldier navigated through the debris, heading towards the royal bakery just a block away, where the sounds of mourning were growing louder.

"SAMUEL POV"

"No, no, NO, DAD, PLEASE!" I sobbed as I knelt beside my father, who lay wounded on the floor. A demon had stabbed him during the invasion of our shop. "S-Sam, please, r-run away..." My father's voice was weak, his eyes filled with pain.

"No! I won't leave you!" I shouted back, defiant and desperate. "I'm using my powers!"

"Sam, wait!"

The demons were closing in, their snarls growing louder as they crashed through the windows. My heart raced, but I couldn't ignore my father's plea.

I tore off my disguise, revealing my pointed elf ears and the pulsating, glowing energy that surrounded me. The demons paused, their eyes widening in shock. I took a deep breath, summoning the ancient powers I'd kept hidden. A blinding purple light burst from my hands, pushing the demons back. They screeched and recoiled, scrambling to escape as the light seared them.

The energy barrier I conjured drove the demons out through the shattered windows, their shrieks fading into the night. Panting heavily, I turned to my father, who looked at me with a mix of surprise and pride. "It's over," I said, my voice trembling.

His eyes, filled with pain, met mine. "Why?.. Now those creatures know what you are. The Last Cosmic Elf.." he murmured.

I nodded, determination setting in. "Yeah, and I'm going to make sure this power counts. I promise." I knelt by his side, focusing my energy. "Galactic Restoration, powers from above, heal my father, mend his wounds with cosmic love." My hands glowed with power, and I felt a surge of hope. I knew this was only the beginning."NARRATOR"

The soldier saw purple mist as he entered the village, he saw all the demons being destroyed. The soldier's eyes widened as he stumbled upon Samuel lying unconscious beside his father, their forms amidst the debris and devastation. With urgency and care, the soldier gathered both Samuel and his father, carefully lifting them from the wreckage and making his way to the castle.

Upon reaching the grand hall, the soldier laid them before the King, who was already reeling from the loss of his own son. As the King looked upon Samuel, his expression shifted from sorrow to shock. He observed Samuel's ethereal features and the faint, otherworldly glow about him. The realization dawned on him—the young man before him was not just another victim but the last cosmic elf. The weight of this discovery compounded the King's grief; he had lost his son and now faced the revelation of Samuel's true identity.

"ALEX POV" (1 Week Later)

I woke to the dim light of a lantern beside me, my head throbbing with pain. "Where am I?" I asked groggily, trying to focus through the fog of confusion. "Sir Alex, you're awake," a nurse replied, gently checking my head for injuries. As I tried to piece together my scattered memories, I glanced around the room. Beside me, a young man lay in a bed, deep in sleep. My mind raced. "Where's Prince Tristan?" I asked, panic rising in my voice. "He's okay, right?"