Scyphozoa Castilian

Chapter 3-The Village

     Though, when I had arrived at the small cottage it was warm and welcoming, the night was one of the coldest. Since Killian is or was a snow elf... Do elves live forever or just die young? Anyways, since Killian is a snow elf, he sleeps with his window open every night. He says it reminds him of when he was young. It reminds me of whenever I was young too, and we had to live under a bridge because we couldn't afford a house. Whatever, what I'm trying to say is the last night was freezing and I couldn't get much sleep.

     I wake up to an even colder sensation, like someone had lay a huge block of ice in my arms. I shivered and opened my eyes to see a little boy, around eight years old, crying in my arms. "Little boy?" I asked and he jerked up his head to look at me. I looked at him in shock, realizing he was an elf, with that same silver hair and grey eyes as Killian's family. He had a red liquid stained on his face that somewhat looked like wine.

    "What happened, little boy?" I said, before turning Killian walk into the room. The little boy screamed and faded into pieces of floating glaciers. The wind blew and the glaciers flew to a little box on the mantle. I could still hear the little boy's screaming until the box opened and they flew into the box. The split-second this happened, the box slammed shut and the screaming stopped.

    I stared at the box in terror, still processing what had just happened. It was now that I realized that I hadn't been breathing. I sat up, gasping for breath. "What's wrong with you?" Killian said. "N-nothing. Just had a bad dream." I said, still trying to breathe. He squinted his eyes at me, skeptical, before shrugging and turning back to the kitchen counter, "Kay. Do you want coffee?" I nodded, "Sure."

   We both sat on the couch, waiting for Willow to wake up. Neither of us knew her well enough to shake her awake. Finally I stood up and gently shook her when I noticed she was crying. Killian frowned, "The Lost Souls don't exactly live the happiest lives." He said, "What do you mean by that?" I asked. He sighed, "Every Lost Soul is a child, shot, stabbed to death, betrayed, eaten alive, burned alive, human sacrifices, you name it. Every torture method you can think of, that's how they die." 

    I looked down, speechless. "I wonder how she died." I whispered. I saw her eyes open slowly. I had never realized that she had green eyes. She sat up quickly, clearly stressed, "Sorry, haha. I didn't know I slept in so late should we go?" Killian nodded and we grabbed our bags, heading for the door to the cottage. 

     "Wait!" Willow yelled as Killian twisted the handle to the door. She dashed back to the broom closet, swinging open the door. We saw, sitting in silence, Lillith, reading the book. "Hey! We need that, jerk!" Killian yelled. Willow turned to glare at him, "She can hold it." She said. Killian folded his arms, "But we need the book, Willow. It has the map, remember?" She nodded, smiling, "And that's why she's coming with us." She said. She took Lillith's icy hand and helped her up. 

     Killian glared at her. He seemed very put off by his little sister. We opened the door and left the small cottage. After trudging through the heavy snow for some time, we saw a small elf village just about thirty yards ahead of us. I was so tired, considering I had hardly gotten a wink of sleep last night, my legs felt numb. My hands were so shaky, that my the time I had written this, we just have ten yards left to go before were at the ice village.

     I saw that Killian kept looking back at Lillith, distressed. I turned to whisper in his ear when, to my shock, I realized he was just barely holding back tears. I never even in my wildest dreams would have thought that I would see someone like him crying. "What's wrong?" I whispered, concerned. He jumped, as if he hadn't heard someone speak in years. He quickly wiped away a tear and cleared his throat, "Ha... Uh, nothing just..." He sniffed, his voice shaky. I could tell that he was having trouble speaking, "Just uh, allergies haha. They're pretty bad, aren't they?" I raised an eyebrow. 

    "Killian, you're clearly crying, here we can stop here." I said, pulling him down to sit by a small fire right in front of the village with me. "But, Feyah-" I cut him off, putting my finger on his lips. He sighed, "When we were... well... alive, the elves would collect every child by the age of six. They train you for war for one year, and the next year... you go to war, at seven years old."
"Is... isn't Lillith seven?"
"She was."
She was taken to war, which usually only causes few scars for elves, but this war would go down to be known as the the most painful war to go down in elf history and I... I couldn't save Lillith. I tried but my father killed me because I brought dishonor to our family. She has been hiding in the broom closet ever since. I tried to take her to Scyphozoa Castilian with me but she refused. So I told her about is so she could write that book."

   I gasped, trying to figure out what to say first. Instead I just hugged Killian, in silence. We sat by the fire and looked at the grey skies until stars started to appear. I stood up, offering Killian my hand, "It's late. Lillith and Willow are waiting for us over there." I said, pointing at a small house at the very edge of the village. He nodded and took my hand so I could help him up.

Heylo my dear children :>
Hope u liked this. Also sorry, I got VERY bad writer's block lol 
I'ma try to post Chapter 4 by hmmmm... check my profile on Sunday for more.
Bai Bai~