"Guess who just showed up!?"
"No. You're joking right?"
"Not. At. All."
"Its Fucking Eddie-"
"Fucking Eddie Mayneder"
"Newt you're joking right??"
"No Phillip, I am not joking. He popped up on that damn blog again. Guess what he is this time."
"Hell, for everything he's already been what can be new this time??"
"He's an Art Teacher."
"I stand corrected, that one is new."
"Phillip, which one of us is going to confront him this time...No one else on the committee wants anything to do with him, and if they find out he's back before we talk to them, they'll probably wind up trying to kill him...Again...With new methods this time. It's been what fifty or so years since they did it last?"
"Newt you know as well as I do it was seventy five years ago. We were forced to watch because they thought we were encouraging him in the war. And I think it's best if we both do it this time."
"Alright. Hopefully he remembers us and doesn't try killing us again." I look back to my phone and re-read the article about Eddie Mayneder~Art Teacher Extraordinaire. He lives in the podunk town of Tirianae. Although as I've searched our history books, I've come to realize it's no so podunk to our community.
Engineered on the highest point of a sea, the village of Tirianae is home to high elves lead by Lord Almon.
This village wasn't built by a sea by accident, as it has an ancient water source, which is of great importance to the people of Tirianae and its success.
The village itself looks stunning. With its slate tile rooftops, pine wood walls and rows upon rows of lucious trees, Tirianae has a entrancing atmosphere.
While Tirianae is no longer solely lived in by just us Elfëin, it seems it is still under the control of "Lord Almon." I still can't believe he used that name. "Phillip, for the love of all things holy please don't bring up Almon when we see Eddie finally. If we're going to die it's because my idiot of a best friend wants to make fun of the eldest Elfëin that we've ever come in contact with. So do not, I repeat DO NOT make fun of him or I will personally raise from the dead and kill you myself."
"IT WAS ONE TIME. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WOULD REACT LIKE THAT?!"
"Oh you mean you didn't SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN YOU EVEN BROUGHT THAT TIME PERIOD UP. I DIDNT WAKE UP FOR THREE MONTHS YOU IGNORANT PRICK. HE POISONED ME AND WE STILL DONT KNOW WITH WHAT. AND THAT WAS AFTER HE BEAT THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF YOU"
"im sorry ok.."
"Oh I'm sorry what was that? I couldn't quite hear you OVER YOUR EGO"
"I SAID I WAS SORRY OK! YOU HAPPY NOW??"
"No because I still have to worry about that happening again. But at least you finally said sorry. Now lets go I've already bought plane tickets and booked us a hotel room. And if they mess it up again I swear I will EAT the manager."
"Fine. But we're not sharing a bed again."
"I don't see why you're complaining Phillip, I was the one being spooned the entire night."
"Oh shove off, you say that as if you weren't cuddling back... AHH! Stop bloody throwing books at me Newt"
"Fine. But you started this. Pack your bag we're going to Tirianae"
"Oh god not there."
"Shut up and pack!!"
