The New Beginning
Emile lay in bed, trailing a finger across his left ear. It was an eventful, even frightening day - spent among the Horde.
He was brought into an abbey by Mithos, shrouded by a heavy black blanket so nobody would see him and freak out. He could hear talking until Mithos took off the shroud, and then he saw a pretty female elf, her attractive face suddenly ruined by a glare, and she cupped her mouth to avoid a loud scream.
She forced Emile and Mithos into her office, locking the door behind her. Frightened, Emile just stood shivering as the two elves argued… until he heard a door swing open, another attractive elf entering and staring at Emile in surprise. The new elf, Ace, spoke to Rowaena (the other female) before walking over to Emile.
She towered over Emile, causing the boy to squirm nervously before Ace bent to Emile’s eye level and speaking softly to him in Common, Emile’s native language. Emile introduced himself and his story, which Ace translated to Rowaena. Though still frustrated, she called in yet another pretty female, Rayneylynn.
Rayney walked to Emile, obviously trying hard not to scare him, asking him to twirl for her… something about geometric-whatever. After spinning slowly for her, she applied an illusion of sorts to make Emile appear to be an elf, solving the present problem of his appearance. Afterward, Emile was dragged back home by Mithos.
Emile closes his eyes and smiles, his flashback to the evening finished. The elves obviously weren’t malevolent. Mistress Ace was friendly, and even decided to help him learn Orcish. Rayne, too, seemed caring, and despite Rowaena’s stern ways, Emile knew she cared - even if only somewhat - too.
Emile lets out a squeaky yawn. Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this is a new beginning to his life. He closes his eyes to sleep, resolved to do his best tomorrow.
