Fate of The Three

A New Visitor

I sighed. I hate burns. I took the bandage off the Elven girl's arm and replaced it with a clean washcloth, soaked with cold water. I placed another, identical washcloth on her head, hoping to bring down the fever. Then I turned my attention to the bed across from the Elvish girls. A man lay in it, his blonde hair swept to one side. I frowned. He was trickier than the girl. He had no burns or cuts, although the way he sometimes wheezes in his sleep indicated he'd been in the fire too. I'd found them when I was searching the burn sight, which was nothing but burnt ground and an occasional dead tree. The odd thing was that they were found in the center of the burn sight, and had almost no injuries. I brushed my brown hair out of my eyes. Looking up into the mirror, I realized I looked exhausted.  I had dark circles under my eyes, although you could barely tell by my right eye. Perhaps I should explain. I'm an Enderman hybrid. The right side of my face is black, and my eye is purple. Hence my name, Ender. At the moment, I wore a turquoise T-shirt, blue jeans, and a black jacket with turquoise lining. My left eye was light blue. I sighed. I hated being different. Never knowing my parents, I never really had any real family. My past is kinda a blur. All I really remember is a strange purple glow, and a brown-haired figure. I groan turned my attention to the girl. She sat up, gazing around with leaf-green eyes. Her blonde hair (with pink streaks!) was pulled back in a ponytail, though a few strands escaped and hung lose, framing her petite face. She wore a brown long-sleeved shirt and a grey-and-pink Elven skirt. She blinked at me, looking confused. "Hi." I said softly, so not to startle her. "My name is Ender. What's your name?" She blinked at me. "Um, Mia." She looked around, confused. Her eyes fell upon the blonde. "Grayson!" She gasped, running to his side. I blinked. "You know him?" I asked softly. She nodded. "We were together when....when..." She gasped, backing up with a panicked expression. "Thea!" She exclaimed, looking around wildly. "Have you seen another elf?" She asked me. I shook my head. There were no people, well, no living people, besides those two. "Sorry." I muttered. Mia shook her head. "I never should have let her come!" She exclaimed. I awkwardly put my hand on her shoulder. I'm not usually ok with physical contact, but Mia looked like she needed it. Mia looked at me, and her eyes widened. I flinched. "Here it comes..." I thought bitterly. "Your an Enderman hybrid!" Mia gasped. I blinked. Her tone wasn't filled with disgust, like I expected. It was filled with admiration and amazement. I nodded, self-consciously pushing my hair out of my face. "That is so cool!" Mia exclaimed. I stared at her, puzzled. Most people thought the exact opposite. In fact, more often than not I end up being chased out of a town for being "demon spawn". Mia was grinning at me. "Oh, wait until Grayson wakes up!" She exclaimed. I blinked at her. She blushed. "Sorry." She said. "We, um, knew someone... You remind me of him." I blinked. "What do you mean?" I asked. She gazed at me. "Are...Are there more of you?" She asked suddenly. I stared at her. She blushed. "Sorry." I frowned. "You mean Enderman hybrids?" Mia nodded. I shook my head. "Not that I know of. Why?" Mia blinked. "I...We know one." I stared at her, shocked. "Another Enderman hybrid?" I asked. Mia nodded. "His name is Drake. I was just wondering... Well, he's never seen another one either. At least, he's never told me." I was silent. Another hybrid?!?! Was that even possible? Well, i'm here, I suppose, but I assume my race is very rare. After all, most people I come across, who don't try to kill me, that is, have no idea what I am. I usually have to explain. A groan broke into my thoughts. Mia ran past me to Grayson's bed. The blonde was sitting up, his gloved hand holding his head. "Ow." He muttered. He wore a long, thin black jacket over a dark green shirt. His jeans were faded, like he'd had them for a long time. He removed his hand, and I found myself looking into the fircest eyes I'd ever seen. His dark green eyes held a flicker of surprise before he hid it behind a fierce glare. "Who are you?" He asked bluntly. Mia grinned. "Grayson, this is Ender. She healed you!" Grayson eyed me. Something told me he was not as friendly as Mia. "Hello." I said cautiously.  He raised an eyebrow. "Your an Enderman hybrid." He commented. "Just like Drake!" Mia interrupted, looking excited. Grayson shot her a look. "So she is." He stood and glanced around. "Where is my bag?" He asked. I walked over to the closet. "In here." I said, opening the door and grabbing the backpacks inside." "Here." I held one out to Grayson and one out to Mia. Grayson took his immediately, opening it and searching its contents. Mia sighed. "I apologize for my friend." She told me. "He's not usually this rude." I glanced at Grayson. "Nevermind." Mia said suddenly. I glanced at her. She smiled sheepishly. "Now that I think about it, he's always been this rude." Grayson swatted at her without looking up from his search. "I haven't survived this long by being nice." He muttered. Mia laughed. "True." She agreed. Grayson, satisfied with his search, swung his backpack over his shoulder. Mia sighed. "Seriously though, Grayson, Whats wrong?" Grayson glanced at me. "Drake is in trouble." My eyes widened. Mia inhaled sharply. "Are you sure? How do you know?" Grayson sighed. "He was in that fire last night Mia."  Mia's eyes widened. "How do you know?"  "I saw him."