A Dark Elf who's an ex-adventurer that became a mercenary after her boyfriend and her best friend died on a dragon slaying quest, a half-dwarf-half-high-elf that got her entire village wiped out by the a group of thieves, a master swordsman who vowe...
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III – Escape
ELAIZA
It's been nine centuries since I lost Gallen and eight centuries since I avenged him and Franzine's death.
Two decades since I met Gretzel on a mission.
A decade since I bumped into Xinthia.
The three of us had some past that we want to forget.
And I guess we have different ways on escaping the harsh reality that keeps on hunting us...
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"Okay, I just got the pay from our mission!!" I said as I waved the bags of gold coins to their faces when I entered our tree house in the middle of the Dark Elven forest that I got from my parents.
The same scenery welcomed me, as always. Gretzel was on the kitchen, washing the dishes while standing on her stool. Xinthia is on her phone, smiling as she is swiping and pressing it's screen.
"I already separated our parts and for our expenses. Just get your bags here. And Gretzel, here's the coins for the expenses." I left the bags on the dining table.
"Thanks, grandma."
"Thanks, grandma."
"Fuck you guys." I said as I laughed.
And with that, I went outside to visit my great-great-great I don't know how much of a great she is but yeah, she's my granddaughter.
Being 982 years-old is tough. I've seen all of my human friends die one by one, my grandsons and granddaughters... everyone. And in the end, their faces faded on my memory.
The city changes. All of the places that I once loved, vanished one by one.
The coffee shop that I once visited with Gallen, the ferris wheel that my daughter and I rode to. They're all gone.
"Grandma!!" a familiar voice greeted me once I got to the smiths. "How was your mission? Gretzel told me that you went to a demon's castle!"
It was Kirein. She placed her hammer down and stopped smelting the sword that she was making. "I missed you so much." She said as she hugged me.
"I missed you too." I said.
Although unlike me who was a Dark Elf, she was a human, just like all of my grandsons and granddaughters.
"Mom." Zailie said. My daughter. She's a half-dark-elf who just turned 947 last month. "What brings you here?" She asked with her bored face."
"I'm gonna teach my young granddaughter how to forge a magical weapon." I smiled at Kirein.
