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Elf

(LOL, I made that picture on dolldivine.com the other day b/c I was bored as fuck. Then I got the idea for this story. So yay!)

In this land, many magical beings existed. Elves, Druids, Faeries, unicorns, pegasi, trolls, dragons, the typical things you'd read in your childhood fairy tales. But here, humans ran the world, no matter how magical a being was. Magic was a mere slave to humanity. No mythical creature was allow any status higher than 'creature'.

However, Alfred F. Jones, the most respected and youngest General of King Braginski's Generals, thought differently. Magical beings, he liked to think, were his friends, his family. He and his younger twin brother, Matthew, were separated from their parents at a young age and were taken in by kind creatures that had not been shackled and beaten by humans. Alfred grew to love all of them, and hated the term 'creatures'. His Dragon, Emerald, was the first magical being to take him and his brother in, and now he rides her in the skies and into battle. He trusts Emerald with his life. He has dozens Unicorns and pegasi in his very own stables near his house, all of he he cares for and let's free when they want to be. He has Faeries and trolls and elves caring for his home an brother while he is away, and helps them while he is there. All of the magical beings under his name love him as he loves them.

Today was a day he dreaded more than anything.

Slave Auction Day.

Today, magical beings are rounded up an sold to the highest bidder, then given to their new master in chains and old rags if they are elves or trolls or Druids. But Alfred had to attend today, as ordered by his King to guard the 'creatures' from being stolen by greedy humans.

While marching through the stables where the magical beings are kept before they are auctioned off, something had caught his eye. Alfred swiveled around and rushed back to the stall where an elf was tugging at a broken, rotted board, trying to escape. Alfred sighed and opened the stall door, causing the elf to shriek and leap back.

"You're not going to be able to escape like that." The elf rolled around to look up at Alfred, fear in his emerald eyes. Slowly, the young general crouched down in front of the elf. "You'll get caught easily. The shackles will slow you down and hurt you, and when they find you, they'll beat you. You know that, right?"

The elf gulped, and nodded. "I know, you wanker!" The elf snapped. The sudden change in attitude surprised Alfred. "Now get away from me! I need to escape, and I'll do it right this time! So if you're so concerned about these bloody shackles hurting me and slowing me down, unlock them!" The furious elf thrust his chained wrists in front if Alfred, glaring harshly.

Alfred stared for a minute before standing. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

The elf snarled and kicked at Alfred. "Then get the bloody hell away from me! I can't stand another year of standing on the stage, a filthy old git buying me, then bringing me back two days later so it can repeat for another year!"

"How long have you been here?" Arthur furrowed his brows, searching for any more breaking boards.

"... Too long... Five years." The elf breathed in, looking away from the General.

Alfred hummed, then exited the stall. "I have a feeling this year is your last year in this hellhole."

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Normally, Alfred wouldn't partake in the auctions. So when he shouted, '20,000!' no one could say another word except 'sold!'

Even the emerald eye'd elf was shocked. Once the auctions were over, Alfred went to get his new elf. The elf followed silently behind Alfred until they reached the General's mansion.