The Gyfted

Gala

They arrived at a large European style castle in the middle of the island. The castle was heavily guarded on every side. There were spotlights illuminating the dark sky with signs that pointed to where everyone should go. large limos, Carriages led by six horses pulled up, Elves on winged and nonwinged horses.

"Seems like the best and most famous of the Elves, Vamps, Lycans and Fae are all here. This is amazing. Oh, Thats Sir Pinliko of the Light Elves of Eastern Europe. He's like Two Thousand years old! His writing is how I learnt my... technique from. Though I don't get to use it." Tons chuckled as he stared out of the window.

Irene scowled at him. "Hey you work a sweet tech job making over One Hundred and Fifty thousand dollars. What do you need to fight for? You left that 'other' job three years ago, and they hooked you up with this one. Don't screw it up. You know you are on tight restrictions." Irene scolded.

Tons pouted and leaned into Aistel. "She is being mean to me! Tell her to stop Angel." He said playfully nuzzling Aistel's hair.

Aistel simply pushed him away and pointed to the door. "The car has stopped. So get out." She said dully.

Irene and Tons but got out the car in a huff. with Aistel following behind. Aistel's dress was long and glistened in the lights. The back was entirely exposed and her hair was flowing behind her like strings of silver. Her amber eyes sparkling just like the eyeshadow she was wearing. She was also wearing diamond drop earrings and a pedant necklace.

Irene's green and gold dress also sparkled in the lights. Its tall neck and long sleeves gave it a regal look. She looked like a queen. Her hair was a perfect bob with light makeup and diamond stud earrings.

Tons was wearing a black suit with silver accents to compliment Aistel's dress clothes. He had slicked back his hair and was wearing black leather shoes. His shades were nearly black to the point one could not see his eyes glowing.

They made their way into the Castle and towards the large banquet hall. They were greeted by Fisle. He was dressed in the most intricate outfit. His long hair was had been straightened to perfection, and he was walking with an overly large specter. Fisle had a large crown made from gold resting on his head. He was also smoking from a long thin pipe.

"I'm glad you three made it. Sebastian has been a pain in my ass with all the safety protocols. Aistel, you haven't noticed anything unusual nor seen anyone unusual. Have any of you seen someone who looks suspicious? Apparently we have an unregistered guest snooping around the isle." Fisle said as he took puffs of his pipe.

Aistel was staring at the crown on Fisle's head, not paying attention to anything he had said. Slowly she turned and walked away from them, leaving Fisle shocked.

"Ignore her. I did notice, that someone was watching us. I thought at first he was Fae, but I could tell by his scent he wasn't. He was tall, pale, had straw like hair and his eyes were a dull blue. Is that who you lot are worried about?" Tons asked was a straight face.

"I was wondering when the assassin in you was gonna show it's self. I heard your unofficial nickname was Asura. Am I correct, Gabriel?" Sebastian had appeared from a corner and was dressed in shiny silver armor. He had a long spear he was holding at his side that was wrapped in beautiful silk.

Irene was clearly upset and threw up her arms. "He did two years! Two years he worked for the government. He doesn't do that anymore. Right?" She asked Tons.

Tons avoided Irene's eyes and turned to Sebastian. "Shit. You two did a lot of research on Aistel and those around her, huh?" He said glaring at Sebastian.

Sebastian smirked at Tons. "You should know why. We didn't want for the wrong type of people to surround her. Though, you aren't someone they would normally let into Faeland. We tend to avoid all human military personal as well as secret agents the United States sent all over the world. Granted, you and your crew got rid of some bad seeds. So how many arms can you produce at once?" He said, staring Tons down.