The Scar of the Dragon (Youtubers AU)

Chapter 7

Cry moves towards the large iron gate first with Felix close behind. It would have been nice if they had even the fleeting start of a plan as to what to say. Neither of the two mountain elves knew how to approach another king other than their own, and if King Liam is anything like King Ethral, no amount of deep bows and inverted eyes would be enough.

"Best to just get this over with," Cry mentions, surging forward to call at the gate. Even if there was anger from the the Forest King for two outsiders like themselves, no elf would start off with killing another. Especially ones who visit their front doors unarmed.

"Visitors with urgent business for your king," Cry's deep voice rang out.

Within a few moments there is hushed whispers and the familiar sounds of feet heading toward them. Even Felix could tell the difference between the two races of elves by such a small thing like how they walk around. Mountain elves almost floated as they moved, like a feather on water. The thudding of forest elves were heavy, as if their very heels were rooted like tree roots.

"State your business," grumbles the slender guard at the gate. His lips were curving into a sneer when he takes in the light hair and eyes of the elves at his door. The blonde hair of the taller one is unmistakably a sign that these are definitely higher than mighty mountain dwellers.

"Our business is with your King Liam," Felix snaps back, ignoring the groan of Cry. "Open up the gates, and be quick about it. The matter is of great concern."

The snort of laughter from the guard is astounding, as he leans heavily on a thick bit of tree next to him.

"Matter of great concern?" He repeats. "I think that I'll be judge of that, stone tosser."

Cry is barely able to control Felix as he lunges forward at the slur. How dare this common Forest elf call him such a nasty thing.

"Please forgive my friend," Cry mutters quietly, his muscles straining to keep the other elf in place behind him. "He's dealing with the after effects of a Dragon's Scar."

The guard satisfied grin becomes a very worried look. His dark blue eyes shift towards Felix, and regards him with much more concern and interest than before.

"He's got...the scar too, does he now?"

Before Felix can stop him, the other elf is pulling down the shirt fabric on his shoulder. The scar has become slightly darker during the last day, and striving against the pale skin of its canvas.

"We heard that your young prince has the same affliction," Cry continues, glad that the guard is taking them much more seriously now. "So please allow us to see your king. All bearers of the scar need to be with each other to finally start their quest."

As if they had become the guard's list long best friends, he hurriedly opens the gate with a few clicks and ushers them in. Felix covers his shoulder again as the move quickly through a grand set of thick wooden doors. The hallways echos as they carry themselves rapidly through to the royal corridors. Cry gasps at the deep undertones of every part of the forest. The huge paintings of lovely female forest elves, their long red hair flowing in the wind. The rich sweet smells of sap of the trees. It's almost too regal for words.

The guard makes a right down a hall peppered with oil lamps hanging on the sides of each wall. There is a small amount of talking about that Cry realizes of the prince's condition. The chatting stops almost at once when their eyes fall on the two outsiders. Some of them look towards the guard for an explanation or to perhaps ask a question, but none of them get a chance.

"Phillip, what is the meaning of such an interruption? My son needs to rest after such a trying ordeal."

The guard gives a quick bow to King Liam, his hands pulling at Felix and Cry to move in front of him. Felix almost slams into the King's chest in Phillip's excitement to show his ruler what had fallen on their doorstep. Both of the mountain elves expected King Liam to shout at them for their insolence, or at least recoil at Felix's touch, but they were startled as the King placed his hands on their shoulders and smiled.

"You are here about the scar, young elves of the mountains?"

Cry blinks, his mouth opened almost comically.

"I have been having dreams of your kind over the last few days," King Liam admits. "Forest elves always respect our dreams. Which one of you has the calling?"

Felix raises his hand meekly.

"Then you must be his second heart?"

"Yes, your majesty," Cry softly replies.

"Very well," the King sighs, as he guides the two frightened and confused elves further into the halls. The other subjects mutter and whisper as they continue to walk on their own.

"Forgive their ignorance," the King says, the barely hidden annoyance in his face. "They will not bother either of you while you're here. Now, to let you both meet my son."