Elves Surrender: Kiss of Devour

Past Tales.

"You know, Vanish, some day we will grow old in a few thousand years, have a family of our own and they will be loved like how we should be. They won't bring shame to their family like we are to ours. Life won't always be like this for you though, Vanish." Frost looked at me.

"What makes you think that?" I turned my head from looking up at the clouds changing patterns, from a Nikker to a Lion, and straight at her.

She gave me a brilliant smile, "because you are meant to do great things, Vanny. You don't know what you are able to do yet but you will."

"How can you be so sure?" I wondered aloud. "I am an Elve with a lame gift that can't do much. I can't do what most Elve's can. I get to disappear. That is the most coward gift anybody can have. It's nothing like what you can do. Yours is cool, threatening, even intimidating. Mine? I go poof!"

"Oh Vanny, you don't know what you are meant to do." She giggled.

"And you do?" I challenged, looking back at the clouds above.

"Yes, Ma'am. You know who my Aunt is!" She poked my arm, "Aunt Seeker saw what you will come to do in a few months. She told me and I know what you will do!" Her excitement marinated her voice. "But it won't be easy for you. You will do things you wouldn't think you would ever have to do in your life."

The sadness that clouded her tone, brought my eyes to her like a magnet. What did she mean by that? "Frost, what aren't you telling me?"

"Just keep in mind, that no matter what is asked of you to give up, there will always be another way out. You are so important to the Elves and they don't even see it, yet. They will though, they will." Frost sat up and looked at the river. "Vanish, the Elves view you and I differently than other people, even differently than each other. They see you as these great warriors grandchild, you are expected to be great at fighting, be wise, be compassionate and to top it all off, to be clear headed even as a kid! You are all these things, but your race puts you to the side and makes them all blind to your talents. It is sad."

"Then they see me, Frost with the super blonde hair, perfect complexion and a complete dud. My Aunt saw that I would do something in the future that would destroy the Village and that is why they hate me. For something I have yet to do. They say they are trying to change my course, my life's path. But they make me resent them as much as they resent me and there is no stopping what is to come, I feel like. They are pushing me towards it." She admitted.

"What are they pushing you towards?"

"Leaving, mostly. But I don't want to destroy everyone here, so I don't. I mean, who in their right mind can leace when knowing that there is a possibility that it would make the Village rip to pieces. Honestly, though, I am not even sure I believe that the fate of the Village is based on me.

"You know what's funny? My Aunt says you and I are best friends whose fates intertwine but are opposite. I destroy, you mend," not that what she said actually told me made any sense. "You and I are best friends, right?" Frost asked.

There was no hesitation, no second thought, no pausing, "always."

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." I answered back.

"Then listen to me, okay. The one thing you value the most, do not ever give it up. There will always be another option for you." She jumped up, yanking her spear out of the ground. "I have to go, but listen to what I said."

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"Vanish," Fenrir grabbed my chin and yanked it towards him. "What would you rather see wither away? A dying, innocent Father or an Elvish custom?"