The Real Plotters

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“Where am I?” Jack asked Beth.

“Don’t recognize it?” She asked.

“The last elven kingdom?” Jack asked.

“That be the one,” She smiled.

“Trying to get me killed?!” Jack said quickly.

“No, they told me to bring you here for a negotiation,” She snapped back. Jack flinched back. “Follow me big brother,” she said calmly. He followed her down the shining white corridors. They finally reached an open room. Six elves sat at high seats circling the room. “This is Jack,” Beth said to them and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

“We have a deal for you, lad,” The highest elf said.

“What’s that?” Jack asked, “And why would you need a ranger?”

“Ranger? We wish you to do something for us, and the death penalty on your head will be lifted. Kill the ranger you’re living with, and you will be redeemed,” The second highest elf said.

“Kill Edward?!” Jack hesitated.

“Yes, lad,” The highest one said.

“Never!” Jack snapped.

The highest elf lifted his hand and the upper area filled with elven archers. “You will, or die,” He said.

“I’d sooner die!” Jack said.

“So be it,” he said and signaled to fire.

As the arrows filled each bow, Jack stood there accepting defeat. As the archers aimed at Jack’s chest the third highest elf said, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, and I’ll take my punishment as a proud elf,” Jack said.

The third highest elf only nodded. The archers pulled their bows back again, aimed, and shot. Jack covered his face with his arm as Beth came up from behind. She held a metal shield in the arrows path. “Go!” she said. Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room.

“Take us back to Felicity’s!” Jack said.

"Okay! Hold on!" she said.

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