Final Phenomenon: E-Lunar, Route A (4) (MANUSCRIPT)

4 - Bel, You Wanna Be a Pirate?

     "I don't really understand what kind of situation I've found myself in now... but that hasn't stopped me before." Abellio, the deity of apples, looked around his feet which had been covered by the long white robe he wore. 
      "I do believe we are surrounded by... elves. But yet, they look so human. Their ears aren't as pointy as Danu's or yours." Adalhelm's face was a soft scowl. "I almost can't believe it. We walk merely a few more feet in a certain direction and we're met with elves of these sorts."
      "My, my. You're producing a soft scowl about yourself. That's a rare expression to see on you." Abellio shrugged his shoulders. "Now, where were-" 
       "My name is Taneur Larkon, son of Mylas Larkon, and I wanna be a pirate!" came the young cry of a boy. 
       "Hm. Trust me, being a pirate isn't all it's cracked up to be." Adalhelm quickly improvised, patting the young elf on the head. "I used to be a prince. It could be quite laborious at times."  
       "Get off me!" The boy with the surname of Larkon got hot-headed and swatted a wooden sword at the fair-skinned man in front of him. 
      "Oh no! Wooden swords. My one weakness." Adalhelm satirically cowered. 
     Abellio's face was reddening into the same shade as his hair.  "If you little elves don't mind, we were on our way to find a woman named Morrganne-" 
      "Morrganne. Yes! She's the leader of the SS Wanton... but one day... I'm gonna be the leader! Captain Larkon!" the boy, his hair a blue bowl cut and his eyes a misty white, jumped up and down. 
       "What kind of elvish name is 'Larkon' anyway?" Adalhelm turned back to Abellio. 
      The deity of apples shrugged his shoulders. "Larkon. That name sounds familiar, but I'm currently blanking-" 
       "Oh my gosh! Are you Abellio?" came the call of a woman. 
      Behind all of the pirate elves had been a female with short and spiky green hair. Her eyes were a deep purple, like a sort of gem only found at midnight. Her figure was slightly thick and her bust was amply filled out. 
      She stood confidently, grinning at Abellio and Adalhelm. She had also been just as much of an excited woman as she had been confident. Her dark-emerald hair had been covered up by a red headband. Her sleeveless shirt matched with a pair of cut-up jeans. Indeed, this woman had fit the role of a pirate. 
      "Morrganne?" Abellio blushed. 
      "Morrganne? Ha! I wish. The name's Cecilia. Cecilia Larkon. I'm Taneur's mom... and I help this crew when Morrganne isn't around." the woman with the red headband chortled; she stood taller than the other elves. 
      "I remember now!" Abellio's face was suddenly a starkly surprised expression. "Larkon! That's the surname of the infamous wizard, Mylas Larkon." 
       "You have wizards in this dimension? Is that even necessary?" Adalhelm turned to his comrade just then, his face was not amused. "Why would anyone need wizards? You're all already deities!" the seasoned man's blond hair swooshed around. 
       "Your friend has nice hair." Cecilia nodded over to Adalhelm as she kept her eyes on Abellio. 
      "Thanks. I use conditioner." Adalhelm gave a thumbs-up and a wink. 

      Cecilia simply nodded. 
      "When will Morrganne be returning to this crew?" Abellio put a hand to his hip. He had been quite impatient all day. This didn't come as a surprise to anyone. 
      "In a few hours now." smiled Cecilia, her skin was a beautiful cinnamon tan. 
      "That's promising!" Adalhelm smiled, clasping his hands together. 
      "Almost too promising. Say, this isn't perhaps a different Morrganne by chance... is it?" Abellio crossed his arms as he eyed down Taneur and Cecila. 
      "No." Cecilia put her arms up in defense. "The leader of the SS Wanton is in fact Morrgane Fae of the Unseelie Court." 
      "Whoa. Say, Abellio, why do you think Morrganne is the leader of a pirate crew?" Adalhelm nudged his friend's elbow. 
      Abellio put his hand up and shook his head. "Not certain. You think she could've joined it as a type of resistance group against King Oberon? After all, you remember the story. The Seelie invaded the Unseelie many years ago. Morraganne lost her court. I can only imagine she's trying to regain it." 
       "With such a petty resistance team?" the seasoned Dragonthread tilted his head. 
       "Whoa! We are anything but petty." Cecilia jumped. "I mean, after all... my husband is-" 
       "My dad is Mylas Larkon and he's the only wizard in the Unseelie Court! He knows only the most powerful of magic!" Taneur danced about, waving his wooden sword everywhere. 
       Cecilia, that tan woman, put a hand on her son's shoulder to calm him. "Quite." 
       Abellio shook his head, his ears floppy and leafy. "This is all very nice and such... but I would really appreciate it if you would just take me to Morrganne." 
       Taneur's mother put her foot down just then, stomping it on the grassy ground. "You are going to have to see Mylas first. However, I'm going to need to get a few things from the forest before then." Catalina began to walk off and disappear in some woodlands, leaving the youthful pirate crew behind with two seemingly grown men. Seemingly. 
       "Oh joy. I get to see a wizard." The deity of apples put the palm of his hand to his face. 
      "Fret not, Abellio! We're off to see a wizard! Isn't that exciting?" a smile pushed itself over the man's lips, Adalhelm then suddenly whispering, "Come on. It looks like we'll just have to play along for now." 
       The deity of apples shook his head. "I am not playing along one bit." 
       Adalhelm sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I always did take you for the bashful and hardy type." 

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