The Four Dimensions of Corey Emerson

Council of Sir Justin

        The rest of that night I slept not next to Emerson, but rather Adophin. Emerson insisted on it and I agreed. I told Adophin that he didn't have a say in the matter, but Emerson then whispered that Adophin wanted me to... Not that I asked... All that I remember of that night was an awkward settling before we fell asleep, and discussions about how cool it got, when the moons came up.

        When I woke, up, though, I found myself in a deep, disturbing cuddle with the elf. I didn't pull away until he did, several moments after I had awoken. We brushed the wet leaves from the snow off ourselves, and I couldn't help but smile at Adophin, yet I couldn't say anything until we had begun walking in the direction that Bran claimed to be 'North'.

        I 'accidentally' bumped into Adophin as we were walking, and he suddenly became red as I started walking next to him “So, did you wake up before me?”

        Adophin adjusted his quiver and nodded.

        “How much longer before I woke up?”

        “A long while, 'eh was!” Fletcher laughed, giving Adophin a heavy hand on the back.

        Adophin forced a deep, hearty grunt and chuckle and I smirked at him as I skipped up to walk next to Emerson who was humming La Vie en Rose.

        “You did not just tease that poor boy...” He muttered, stopping his other train of thought.

        “What do you mean, tease him?” I smiled, “He's madly in love with your darling Marvel, so I don't see how I could be a threat-.”

        “He's no longer with Marvel, if you'd honestly care to know...” Emerson butted in.

        “Why?” I couldn't help but ask.

        “Well, he wanted to go after you... After all of those dead... sorry... Elves came back from rescuing Athos, no one wanted to leave the Camp, yet everyone was furious when they found out you left... Adophin wanted to find you, and Marvel made him choose... So... here we are.”

        I didn't say anything until we continued a little farther into what seemed to be an open field full of nothing but aquamarine grass and little humming purple insects that looked like cicadas.

        “Well, where are we headed, anyways?”

        “The Council,” Emerson replied simply.

        “A Council of what?”

        “Wizards,” he now sounded grave. I had no idea why.

        My eyes shot open and beamed. “Yes!” I exclaimed. I'd read every book there was on Wizards from fiction to medieval stories and incantations and researched everything imaginable on witches, not to mention the Salem trials.

        Both Fletcher and Adophin began laughing heartily.

        “What?” I turned my head and saw them red in the face and rubbing their stomachs.

        “Wizards?!” Fletcher roared. “Aye, they’re MUCH worse than them bastard-Elves Pine broke off from! They’re nasty... clever, ya hear?? Don’t you be messin’ with ‘em any more than you be already! Don’t involve ‘em in anything, Sigurd. Don’t let ‘em push you ‘round, neither. That be worse! They're sneaky... Gettin' what they want, outta ya...”

        I’d guessed the Elves hadn’t had many good run-ins with Wizards; especially the Wizard Council.

        “Fletcher’s right,” Adophin said, as he tried to stop laughing. “Those Wizards are tricky people. But we need their help nonetheless-.”