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I AM A male Elf

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I AM A male Elf. I hid behind the statue of myself to escape from a Fallen Demon that I will have to face one day. I ridiculed myself by calling me a loser king, showing pity a hundred times. The story Gaz told me in the mansion, the day I fell from the library ladder, was mine. She was shamelessly talking about me.

Only the deceased Dragons know how many Fallen there are. Or Gaz knows, who validated the choice not to tell me now.

Ecliptic woke up after twenty-five years and tried to gently introduce the topic, presenting me with the figure of the golden king. Me. With every point I reconnect, nausea rises. In the library, it asked both Blair and me if the drawing told us anything, to test our level of amnesia.

Of course, because Blair is also a blessed Yiddishet and was my royal guard, it must have thought: maybe this idiot has a vague memory and can give an input to my unfortunate master. It showed me where it is to implicitly tell me to come and retrieve it.

I went into hell where, if any Consort of Oblivion had seen me, it would have been the end for me and I would have marked the extinction of my race. Now I justify Gaz's anger more when she discovered my daring act... I was unintentionally messing everything up. The liberation of the people, her evil plan to reign...

I was an asshole with pointed ears and bird wings.

"Will my ears grow longer?" I ask Gaz, as if it were the central problem, dragging the words.

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