“How can you look so happy?” Felicia sniffled, “We’re about to be killed.”
“Valandil is nothing without me,” assured Quoorin. “He wouldn’t let me die.”
“What if he did?” Felicia asked, looking at the small gathering of people.
“Then I would be angry,” he mused.
“I don’t want to be an elf anymore,” she sobbed.
“Shush now,” Quoorin countered. “Elves have their purposes. They’re one of the most respected races. Well, not amongst humans. Pixies aren’t fond of them most of the times either.”
“You sound like a blithering fool,” muttered Felicia.
“Say what you want but it’s true,” Quoorin shrugged.
“Silence prisoners!” A guard shouted, waving his spear like he would stab them.
“As you command,” Quoorin mocked, but the guard didn’t seem to pick up on this. Then in a whisper, “What is your name?”
“Felicia,” she whispered back, her eyes watching the guard.
“Well,” mumbled Quoorin, “that makes our job slightly easier.”
“What?” Felicia replied, for him to merely shake his head.
“Look,” Quoorin motioned with his eyes, “but don’t attract the guards attention.”
Felicia’s eyes moved slowly to the wall surrounding Selindion. A figure stood on top with what seemed to be a bow aimed at them. The guards had yet to see him as an arrow pierced through the helmet of the guard who ordered them silent.
“Get the murderer!” The captain ordered, his eyes searching for the figure who was now gone. “He shall be executed with these two!”
The guards scrambled off to find the shooter, leaving them with the nooses around their necks and hands tied behind their backs. The shooter had bought them few minutes before their deaths.
“When shall you learn Shortcloak?” A small voice chimed. Felicia nearly shrieked as she saw a small, with wings, person standing on Quoorin’s shoulder.
“By now one would think,” smiled Quoorin. “Now, get these ropes off my hands.”
“Don’t order me to do things,” the creature countered, fluttering behind his back.
“Oh!” Quoorin realized, “Felicia! This is Thereriss Seaskipper, a fairy. She was sleeping in Valandil’s quiver when we bumped into you.”
“You’re an elf,” noted Thereriss, fluttering up beside her face. “Quoorin, is she the one the soothsayer refereed to?
“That will be for later,” Quoorin promised. “For now untie her.”
The fairy fluttered behind her, and moments later the ropes fell to the ground. She loosened the noose and took a relieved breath. Quoorin grabbed his sword that the guards had left so generously on the platform.
“Dimwits,” Quoorin muttered, pulling a sheathed dagger from his boot and tossing it to Felicia. She fumbled with it in her hands. “Just in case. Stay close. We need to get out of here and find Valandil.”
“Right,” she nodded, unsheathing the knife with her right hand.
She followed the anthro through the now quiet streets. There was yelling to the left of them.
“That would be Valan,” noted Quoorin.
“Are we going to help him?” Felicia asked, hoping the answer was no.
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Champion
FantasyFelicia, a sixteen year old elven girl, has grown up in the city slums for most of her life. She has no idea what it's like to be an actual elf. One day, she runs into two travellers, one of which is sent to be executed with her, who change her life...
