Carthispire

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I walked back home with regret hanging on my shoulders. Of course beauty is subjective. He probably thinks I'm a dumbass. Who am I kidding? Why would that hunk of an elf date me? I'm not someone who wants to settle down into farm life. I'm so dumb. Why did I trip? Did I really have to add insult injury? You know what! Fuck him! I don't need a man! I mean, they are nice and all, but nope! Done! Why can't I just be gay? Oh, wait, I would act like a dweeb no matter the gender. Talking to girls must be eiser though. I'm a girl, I know what girls like. I don't find them romantically interesting though.

I walked more down the street and suddenly I was pulled into an alleyway. A hand covered my mouth and I met my attackers blood orange eyes. He had pure black wings and tipped ears. He spoke and I could see human teeth, "My, my. Aren't you a pretty thing?"

I struggled and he pushed me up against the wall harder, "Oh, only if it were a different situation, I would love to have such a rebel spirit under me. Unfortunately, this is not the time."

I started to cry and I looked up. He said, "I'm not going to hurt you, elf. I just need a place to stay you see I escaped the dark side and hunters are looking for me. If you help me, I'll pay you a lot of money or I'll give you my name and you can call on me in a time of desperate need. Now that's established, please don't scream or flying vamps will kill us both."

I nodded and he let go of me. I said, "Why should I help you? You're from the dark side."

He anxiously said, "I'll play twenty questions once I'm safe. Please. We need to go. I can smell the hunters."

He put sunglasses on and retracted his wings into himself. I said, "Well, okay. Follow me then."

I walked the shortcut home with the winged elf. We walked quickly and he tried to not be noticed. I asked, "Can I at least get a name?"

He laughed, "Names are powerful."

"Fine," I smugly said, "My name is Brima."

He stopped right in front of me and pointed a finger at me, "I get you're trying to be friendly, but I would only put you at risk if you knew my name."

He turned around and started walking again. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I said, "We are almost there, Mr. Mysterious. My mom is not going to happy when I come home with bruised apples."

"I'm running for my life here. I really don't care about your damn apples."

"You don't have to be rude about it."

"And you can shut your mouth before I make you."

"Try me you bat!" I spat out at him.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'm not a vampire or a shifter you flick."

Did he just call me a flick? A flick is a slow and disabled elf. I said, "I will.. I'll!"

He chuckled, "You'll what? Zapp my ass with some white magic spells? Hell not even Jeeam could've done that."

I turned into my house walk way and we went inside. I said to Mr. Bat , "Keep your eyes low." I yelled out, "Mom! I'm home!"

No one responded. "Okay, we are clear. Now. I want answers." I said putting my bag down on the countertop and sparking a flame in my hand. This guy laughed and raised his hand. Suddenly, I couldn't move. He came closer to me and my hand on it's own came really close to my face. I couldn't move. My breath quickened. What's going on? He said, "I'm a mesmer. I can control people with my mind. Do not try your stupid spells on me girly because it'll make you look suicidal. I will answer your questions, but like hell I will answer them when a stupid, impatient, flick like you tries to threaten me."