The New World

Chapter 8

This is Leafa in the picture above. Hairstyle, eyes, everything. If you don't like the clothes, imagine her in something else. I don't really care. (Yes, I know I used the picture twice.)

Leafa gives me a confused glance.
"You mean, you don't know?"
She asks.
"Obviously." I reply. "I touched a crystal, blacked out or something, and now I'm here. And I have three other friends, one is my brother. I don't where they appeared."

I can tell that Leafa is struggling to understand, and she gives up entirely.
"Well, this is a magical place called Alfheim."

Alfheim.
Alf-heim.
Elf-heim.

Elf?

I glance at Leafa's ears, which are pointed like an elves. However, other than that fact, she just looks like a human.
I feel my ear, and see that mine are pointed too.

"Oh my god!" I shout.

"What!" Leafa exclaims.

"What the crap happened to me?" I shout. "I have elf ears and magical abilities!"
Leafa thinks for a moment, before asking me another question.
"So, you weren't magical before? Was there any magic in your world?"

I shake my head.
"No magic." I tell her. "What magical abilities do I have, anyway? And why do you look so much different than those men?"

Leafa face palms and sighs.
"We have a long way to go." She mutters."