Search for the Extinct [Last of Elves book 2]

Eleven: Aura

Aura

I like it here.

The quill rested gently, almost like it had finished writing for the time being. After a while, though, it began again, slowly and with great care forming the letters on the page.

It’s peaceful. The two people don’t seem to care that I can’t talk. The man treats me the same as he treats the woman.

I like it.

They’ve given me a room of my own, very different from the one in the temple. It’s a little smaller, but it’s closer to the earth. The walls are made of wood, not stone, and I don’t feel trapped in here.

Absently, the end of the quill tapped the page. Thinking.

The bed is nice too. It’s simple, the way I like things. And there’s a desk that I can write at. With parchment! And quills! There’s so many.

Like they’d known I was coming.

It’s almost scary. Neither of them seems to care that I’m from the temple. I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

I don’t know if I want to know.

Stillness. It was hard to put thoughts on the page when the thoughts weren’t known. The quill doodled absently, trying to work out how to write what needed to be written.

I still want to know my father.

I don’t know why he left before I was born, or why my mother hasn’t told me about him. She refuses to say anything on the subject, looking sad whenever I bring it up.

So I don’t, not anymore.

It doesn’t stop me wondering. I wonder what parts of me is from him, what parts of me are from my mother. What parts are both.

Maybe these people know. They work so well together, like they’ve been living together for years. But they don’t seem like they’re married.

It’s something similar, but not the same.

Once more, the quill stopped, resting in the almost harsh light of the setting sun.

I like the beastkins. The female, Hunaja, is so pretty. She’s honey-coloured, and playful. She likes me, I think. I wish I could stay with her always.

She makes me feel safe.

I can see why the elves liked having them around.

The quill tapped the page, wondering what else to write. It was shaking slightly, still in shock after seeing the duel of the captain and the strange man.

I’ve never known the captain to be defeated. Yet today he was. Twice. My mother told me stories of the last time he was defeated. She said that the last elf had, before he had died. I wonder what the captain thought then, and what he thinks now.

I wonder who they are.

Because my mother said that the elves were dead.