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    The Golden Arrow 18+ (-Hideki-)

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    It was a beautiful autumn day and everywhere leaves drifted about in a flurry. Ascot shook Lord Descartes' hand and bid him farewell. The younger man smiled and wrapped an arm around the neck of his horse, Chestnut, waiting for the chance to get on.

    'Are you sure you must leave so soon?' the man asked. 'I haven't introduced you to my youngest daughter yet. Come, she is very beautiful and has the mind of an angel.'

    Ascot laughed softly and held up his hand in protest.

    'I am very sorry but I must be getting home. The day is wearing on. Perhaps next time, my lord?' he offered.

    'I'll hold you to that, if she isn't taken already,' Descartes said.

    'Thank you. Give the young lady my apologies,' he said, then thought of something. 'The Winter Ball will be held in the Emperor's castle in a few months. Will she be there?'

    'She will if you will.'

    'I will be there with my father and Elise. No doubt they will become good friends,' Ascot replied.

    'No doubt,' the man said with a laugh. 'All right, I won't keep you any longer. I can see you are itching to go.'

    'Thank you, my lord. You know how mother hates it when I'm away by myself. Honestly, she thinks I'm going to be whisked away by the faeries.'

    'Yes, why didn't you bring anyone with you?' he asked.

    'In all honesty, I wanted to see the Dansk Forest and no knight would be foolish enough to bring the heir past it,' Ascot answered honestly.

    'You're mother's right. You are going to be whisked away by the faeries!'

    Ascot laughed. He held out his hand again and Lord Descartes shook it.

    'Make sure you are out of sight of the forest before nightfall and don't stray off the path. I can't tell you what to do but I do wish you'd reconsider,' Descartes said with a heavy sigh. 'The inanity of youth.'

    'All right, all right. I'll be careful,' Ascot said, holding his hands up in protest.

    'Be on your way, don't dally and thank you for the cherry liqueur,' the lord said.

    The two dignitaries parted and Ascot was on his way. Ascot took one look back at Lord Descartes' manor and sighed. What a relief! He was sure he'd have to spend the afternoon with the young lady instead of taking the long way around the mysterious Dansk Forest. Once he was past the main gates, he swung himself up on his horse and flicked her into a trot. It wasn't the most comfortable gait but Ascot wanted to be on his way. With any luck, he would be at the forest before noon tomorrow and have enough time to investigate before leaving an hour before sunset. That would give him enough time to be out of the forest's shadow before making camp.

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    Leif

    Gender: Male
    Height: 1,75m
    Age: 25 years
    Hair colour: blue
    Eye colour: blue
    Race: Elf
    Clan: Abaraxas Clan
    Speciality: Magic
    Sexual orientation: homosexual
    Biography:
    The Abraxas clan is one of the old clans that had once been one of the nobles in the elfish realm back in times the humans had long forgotten but that lived on in the memories of every single elf. They liked to remind themselves about their great achievements and society before the human race had taken over the domination on the planet and forced other creatures to hide from them. Now the clan is doomed to live a nomadic life, wandering through the deep forests and pitch their camp on many different places because they can’t stay at one place too long since if they did the humans were to discover them.

    Leif was born to the blacksmith and a hunter of the clan and due to that no one had thought that he would be born with magical abilities but it turned out that he had been the one of his generation who held those powers at an early age. His parents were both frightened and filled with pride when they figured that out because this meant that he would once become the next guardian of the clan and be the student of the recent guardian until he would take her place.
    He has one younger sister without any special talents who often feels ignored by their parents because they are more focussed on their son who has been born with that gift.

    But while his parents were happy about their son being the one who was granted such a privilege the old guardian was concerned and worried about Leif being the one destiny had chosen to become their next guardian and many of the clan’s people shared her concerns because a guardian had to be humble, wise, compassionate and live for the clan and the elven people and not only posses great talent and gain knowledge as he did but he possessed none of the other character traits. He was arrogant, proud, had a temper, was too restless and was too full of himself and not self-reflective in the eyes of the elderly lady who was their guardian. So she had denied him to teach him the secrets of their clan and their people because she told him that he wasn’t ready yet, pointing at his flaws but Leif had none of it not recognising anything she said to him just questioning his mentors judgement and decisions, getting impatient and angry about her until he made a reckless mistake.
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    He could hear every little sound that came from outside the huge tent of the old guardian and while the birds were chirping Leif was certain that there had been a cold breeze brushing over his neck. The young elf walked over to a huge silver chest that was decorated with ornaments and sapphires and had an incredibly old and mystic aura surrounding it. It was only a chest but it was exuding a form of grandeur and respect and it even made old and wise folks getting humble before it. Squatting down next to it he let his long and thin fingers brush over the ornaments, feeling the cold metal on his skin. His intensely blue eyes narrowed concentrated while he was examining it and leaned over it what led the wavy strands of light blue hair that reminded of the summer sky to fall into his ghostly pale face.

    For a moment he didn’t do anything, he almost seemed frozen at his place taken aback by the majesty of that old chest that contained so much more than one could imagine. There was a spark of guilt arising in him and his face looked tense now. ‘This old hag asked for it! I am old enough and I am good enough, I am the next guardian and it would be her responsibility to inaugurate me and teach me and when she doesn’t do her duty because she has lost her ability to make accurate judgements I have to grant me access to the knowledge that I, the next guardian, deserve.’ He thought trying to convince himself on his mind that what he was doing was the right thing, that there was nothing wrong with it. That he had no other choice then breaking the clans rules because the old guardian was not doing her duties correctly anymore and apparently wasn’t able to make accurate judgements anymore if she couldn’t see that he was more than ready and more than deserving and that he was none of those things she claimed, that he would certainly already be a better guardian than she had ever been. ‘And if you think I can’t open it old lady, you’re wrong. You shouldn’t have underestimated me. Do your meeting, you all do your meeting and in the meantime I will follow my destiny.’ He motivated himself further and then actually did it.

    Leif concentrated before he laid his hand onto the huge blue sapphire that the chest had at the same place normal chests had a lock. His blue eyes were fixated on the chest and the sapphire started to shine before the whole chest seemed to be wrapped in a blue stream of energy. After the stream had passed by the chest opened and it was like looking into another dimension, another time when he looked down into the chest that seemed to have no confined room. It was showing him a path, a path to the capital of the old realm, the ruins still must be hidden somewhere if not on the island itself then somewhere on the planet they still were. His thin fingers clung onto the edge of the chest and he leaned so far over it that it looked as if he wanted to crawl into it. He could see history before his eyes, he could see magical warriors and spells he had never even dreamt of, powerful spells and his mind got hooked on what he saw. He couldn’t hear the birds chirping outside the tent anymore and the question as to whether it was justified that he had broken the guardian’s rules or not was completely irrelevant in this moment. If he had known any of this .... if all the others would know any of this. To know and see this shouldn’t be a privilege of the guardian alone.

    When the pictures stopped moving and their glorious past, the elfish realm that had seemed so close, as if he could have touched it with his hands vanished the chest turned into what it was, a chest, even though it was much larger and roomier than it looked like. There were relics of the past, books, scrolls and other objects lying in there. Without further or ado his hand closed around an ancient, giant book and he took it out of the chest. Leif looked at it in awe as the fingers of his other hand gently ran over the old leather cover before he carefully opened the book and began to read it.

    A shudder ran through him when he heard an old voice behind himself saying his name with utter disappointment and coldness in it. Just how long had he stared into the chest and read in the book? He stood up and turned around to face the guardian of the clan, the book still in his hand. She looked at him as if he had just stabbed someone in the back. “This time you have gone too far Leif!” her old and lofty voice sounded as she was approaching him. Behind her he could see some of the clan’s people and his parents who had been searching for him because he had not appeared at the meeting. “Too far? I have just taken what is my right as the next guardian.” He defended himself and she shook her head with the long white hair that was hanging down onto the ground. “No. You weren’t ready. You are not ready. You have to work on yourself.” She scolded him but in a calm tone. Leif’s hand clenched into a fist and the other one around the book it was holding. “You keep telling me this but you know it’s untrue. I am a great magician and none of what you claim about me is true! Maybe you are the one who isn’t fit to be the guardian anymore because you have lost your reason and the ability to judge accurately. It is my birthright to know this and you have kept it from me.” He argued and his parents as well as some other people that stood in the entrance of the tent flinched and cringed at the way he spoke to the old lady. But on the guardian’s face there was only a sad smile appearing. “And again you have proven me right. With all of what you have done now, you have shown me that I was right about you all along.”

    The male’s eyes narrowed and he felt anger rising within him. “What I have done!?” he repeated. “You have put me off all those years. It was my right to learn about this. And if you asked me we should all learn about this and see that we shouldn’t have to live in tents in the forest and wander around, hiding ourselves from the humans. We should find the path back to the greatness of our ancestors.” He spoke and there was passion mixing with the anger. The old lady in the white fur coat lowered her head and sighed. When she looked up to him again, her colourless eyes looked at him with disappointment and pity at the same time and her pointed, sharp ears went down a little. “This is yet another thing I feared would happen if you were to know and again I was right.” She told him and he clenched his teeth. “What? That someone finally shows some ambition for our people!” he got back to her sharply.
    Gently the old guardian took the book out of his hands. “You leave me no choice Leif. Until you have changed and grown inside, until you possess the characteristics that are necessary it be a responsible and reasonable guardian, I won’t be your mentor anymore and you won’t be my student. You will go with the hunters and be one of them from now on. Leave!” she spoke. “You can’t do that! You don’t stand above destiny. I am the heir to this position! I am the one born with magical abilities in my generation. You don’t get to determine what I am.” He raged and she smiled mildly. “I never claimed to be capable of any of that. I just said I won’t teach you anymore until I deem you worthy.” She said and then ignored him and put the book back into the chest and closed it again.
    Leif wanted to scream at her but he was grabbed by the shoulder by his father and when he looked into his parents faces he could only see disappointment written all over them as well.

    Armed with a bow and dozens of arrows he was strolling through the woods with a group of hunters. They all were excited to have him there as he had magic abilities and they asked him a lot about his lectures with the old guardian but Leif didn’t want to talk to them. He was still angry and he didn’t want to be there in the first place. He was not a hunter, he had never wanted to be one and he felt completely unchallenged. Being bored his mind went off to different places, he was thinking about what he had seen after opening the chest, he was thinking about the past and the future of the elven people and while he was in his thoughts he got off of the way and lost his group what he didn’t realise until he stepped onto something and before he could react or knew what happened he was hanging on a tree inside of a cage.

    There was a storm of rage within in him, both about the trap and that he had let himself be caught in it. He didn’t know how something this stupid could have happened to him and he blamed it on the old guardian. Leif tried to free himself with magic but the cage didn’t break or open what frustrated him so much that he violently tried to destroy it through physical measures and he hurt his own body more than he damaged the cage. After he had been rampaging in the cage he let himself sink onto the ground and let his legs hang through the bars. Why did it neutralise his magic? Were those human hunters some of those few who actually believed in mystic creatures and hunted them as trophies or to sell them as slaves? Or did they want to expose their existence? While he was questioning how this was possible he tried something else and attempted to open the lock with a piece of wire but it didn’t seem to work well either and he felt how this caused a crack in his pride and giant ego.

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    Re: The Golden Arrow 18+ (-Hideki-)

    After several hours of sitting in the cage, there was whistling through the trees as the men surrounded their trap, crossbows and bows drawn. They approached the cage with caution. It was iron, known to disable or even burn fairies, and there was a ward cast over it to disable magic but they were still cautious. The leader of the group moved into view of the cage and approached it, aiming straight for the creature's chest. It was unlikely he'd be able to hit the elf through the bars but he wanted to prove that he was a threat.

    'A lonely fae wonder'n through the woods,' the man called. He sounded northern, far from his homelands. 'Didn' ye maa e'er tell yer not te go wonder'n off alone? Or 'haps ye're nought alone...'

    'Any sign of the others?!' the man shouted at his team.

    'No sign! Whatever was here, they're long gone!' called the tracker, a heavy-set man with a short, greying beard.

    'How long have ye bin sittin' in tha' cage, little blue eyes?' the leader asked. 'Can ye spik*?'

    The man finally lowered his crossbow and leaned over the cage, looking intently at his prize. He was evaluating, gauging the condition the elf was in, his age and how much he was worth. The man smiled. A pretty face like that framed with exotic blue locks was bound to fetch a high price. The man was tempted to reach in and stroke that unnaturally coloured hair but knew better than to trust an elf. It might bite or attack and he didn't want to have to retaliate. He wanted the creature in good condition.

    'There's men who'll pay an 'andsome fee to 'ave ye in their bed or crouchin' by their side as they entertain guests. Or mayhaps ye'll get a sorcerer or medicine man wantin' te study ye. I ain't give two fucks what 'appens te ye, so long as I get my fee,' the lean fellow said. He unhooked his crossbow bolt and poked it in the cage at the creature. 'What ye think 'bout they, hey?'

    'All right, men! Get the cuffs!' he called, standing back and straightening up. He'd seen all he wanted to. He would let his men take over from here.

    'Wait!' called the tracker. 'I hear something!'

    It was true. There was a shift in the bushes. An arrow shot out from the forest, followed by another. There was a scream as one man was shot just below where the neck connected with the left shoulder. The men took their positions behind the trees and scanned the area. More shots fired as they retreated. Another man was shot through the back near the spine. That left three, including the leader, and Ascot only had so many arrows in his quiver.

    'Set that creature free and you will leave with your life!' Ascot shouted.

    'We captured 'im fair n' square! Ooo are ye te deny us our quarry?' the leader shouted.

    'Ascot Phillipe Laurent de Mercier, heir to the lordship of Mercier... and his men! Lay down your arms!'

    'Shit!' someone cursed.

    'Silence!' the northman demanded. 'You're not in Mercier, Ascot! You have no power in these woods!'

    'And you have no right to capture and sell free men, no matter what their race!' Ascot shouted back.

    It seemed they were at a stand still. Neither would leave without their requests met. Ascot was going to have to do something if he was to get out of this predicament uninjured. He muttered, pretending to talk to his people, as he decided what to do next.

    'I challenge you to a duel, mano a mano! The winner claims their rights over the elf!'

    'I thought ye said I ain't got no right o'er a free man! What makes ye think ye do?'

    Ascot sighed. 'I have no intention to keep him. If I win, he goes free!'

    There was muttering from the forest as the northman's troupe discussed what they should do. To Ascot's relief, the shaggy northman left the safety of the forest with a fauchard. Having only once seen this type of weapon, the prince stared at it from his vantage point in the forest. He took a deep breath to steady himself and strode into the small clearing holding his short sword and hurlbat. There wasn't much room to move so the fauchard would be at a disadvantage. Ascot raised his blade and got into a defensive position. He wanted to get to know the man's style a bit better before committing to an offensive stance.

    'Ready?' the northman asked.

    'Ready,' Ascot replied.

    The two circled at first, neither wanting to make the first move. Surprisingly, it was Ascot who attacked first. The blades clashed and the fight was underway. Steel sang as it struck steel over and over again. Despite not knowing much about the northman's weapon, it was clean Ascot was the better trained fighter. Whatever disadvantage Ascot had was short-lived. His shortsword didn't have the reach the fauchard had but he was able to get underneath the two-handed weapon with his sword then swipe at the man with the sharp axe. He struck again and against at the man's chest until it lodged deep into the flesh. The man grunted and pull back.

    'Yield. The elf is not worth your life!' Ascot demanded.

    'Men! Defend me!' the northman shouted in his thick accent, pulling back.

    Ascot swore in a very uncouth fashion. It would have made his mother blush. Now he had to fight the two others alone. He backed off as bit as he watched the men approach. He wasn't too fatigued yet but these men were fresh to the fight. He had to work harder to keep up with both of them at once. Luckily these men weren't disciplined and didn't very well know how to fight as a unit. Unlike Ascot, they hadn't spent their lives training and hunting with the provincial soldiers. It was a workout but eventually the battle turned and Ascot was able to drive them back. Just when he thought he was close to winning, the leader of the group raised his crossbow and fired. Ascot took a bolt to the chest and grunted. He couldn't stop now, however, he had to defeat these men not only for the elf but for his own life. Only Descartes knew where he was and would no doubt assume he was elftaken if he did not return to Mercier. The provincial heir kept going until he manged to knock one man back. He managed to get behind the man and walk him backwards to the edge of the clearing. He held the sword to the man's throat and hooked his hurlbat into his belt. He pressed the sword in deep enough to cause a gash that would no doubt leave a scar. Blood ran down the man's neck.

    'Give me the keys or I slit his throat!' Ascot shouted, panting a little.

    The northman came forward, crossbow raised. He was breathing heavily and leaning towards his injured sighed.

    'Ye've disarmed n' injured all m' men. If I give ye the keys, d' ye promise to leave us be?' the northman asked.

    'You have my word,' Ascot said.

    Once Ascot had the keys, he kept the blade up against the man's neck and walked him over to the cage. He glnaced at the man in the cage but didn't let go of his hostage.

    'You are to back off. When you leave the clearing, I will let your man go,' Ascot announced.

    The men obeyed and Ascot released the man. He was well aware that they could wait in ambush or go and take his horse but there was nothing he could do about that right now. He listened to them leave then exhaled heavily. He put a hand to his bleeding chest then snapped the crossbow bolt. He couldn't pull it out here so he'd have to get home soon so it could be tended.

    'Well, mister elf, you've caused me a lot of trouble,' he said with a sigh. 'I always thought elves were clever creatures who could get out of any trap. How did they catch you unawares?'

    The bright-blonde man smiled as he looked at the elf. He sucked in his lip. Under different circumstanced he would have loved to get to know the man better... intimately even.

    'I don't suppose you know healing magic, do you?' he asked. He laughed, then winced hard at the pain in his chest. 'Forgive me, where are my manners? I am Ascot Phillipe Laurent de Mercier. Who might you be?'

    *Can you speak?

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    After hours of sitting locked in that cage the boiling rage and anger caused by his hurt pride was gone. Nor did he attempt to free himself anymore. He wasn’t a hunter or a craftsman, he was a magician, an incredibly skilful one but his magic didn’t work in the cage and his physical strength wasn’t near enough to break the bars. Leif also couldn’t tell just how many hours he had been already trapped in there. Time seemed to stretch endlessly and at the same time blur. It was an odd experience, something he had never experiences before and frankly hated, hence he could have easily renounced that experience.

    Suddenly there was something to hear in the bushes but he didn’t look anymore. He had given up the hope that the hunters would be coming back to find him long ago since every time he had turned his head in anticipation when he had heard a noise it had been some bloody rabbit or fox or bird and he certainly wouldn’t move and lose his bearable position in the cage again for some stupid rabbit. When the ‘something’ came closer though he could hear whistling and his muscles got tense since none of their hunters whistled like that. This had to be humans and humans never meant anything good.

    It didn’t take long and he could see the humans approaching the cage he was caught in one of whom pointed a crossbow at his chest. It made him raise his head high as he watched them getting closer. That guy wouldn’t shoot. If he had wanted to kill him he would have used other traps, not this stupid cage. Next thing he knew was being surrounded by the human hunters one of whom started to speak to him. Leif didn’t move, he just looked down on them with a disgusted face and a screwed up nose, saying nothing at all. Not even when he was asked whether he could speak. Of course he could, he could speak in many more tongues than that subject was probably capable of but he wouldn’t waste a word at those humans. They weren’t worthy of his words and his voice.

    When that guy lowered the crossbow and leaned over towards the cage the elf had to restrain himself from spitting into those eyes that were examining him as if he was some piece of meat he had just shot and he hated that. Though he didn’t make a noise or moved he observed the men closely and he listened intently. What he heard didn’t surprise or shock him, it just proved him right about what loathsome, despiteful beings the human race was. Money was what they were after apparently wanting to sell him as a sex slave or a specimen for their medicine men. His expression didn’t change, he didn’t move, still didn’t say a thing. But inside of him his pride was roaring, telling himself that he’d rather die than lying with a human who thought he could buy him like a whore. There generally were two outcomes, he’d kill whoever tried to buy him or lay a hand onto his body or die trying.

    The human hunters then wanted to handcuff him it seemed and that was when he was straightening his back, smelling an opportunity, maybe the only opportunity to flee and get away. If those humans made one mistake he could pulverise them and be gone. If he failed and they accidentally killed him, well, he would at least not been sold for prostitution. Before any of the men could get to his cage and handcuff him there was something to hear and before he could see anyone or gasp what was going on one man after the other was shot by arrows. His facial expression now lit up and showed curiosity. At first he had thought that their elven hunters had returned and found him after all but when he saw the arrows that had struck the humans down he knew this was not the case. Those arrows, they definitely were human made and the elven hunters didn’t shoot with human made arrows.

    It confused him that a human was shooting at other humans in this situation but maybe he wanted Leif for himself to get all of the fee or something like that. This certainly was how humans thoughts, as they were naturally greedy. When the man showed his face he obviously didn’t belong to those hunters. He was much better dressed, he looked cleaner and there was even something in the way he moved and walked that was different. It was a man with slender bones, light blond hair and blue eyes. For a human he was not even bad looking. He wondered what this man wanted him for, whether he wanted him as a trophy or to sell him as well. When he heard him speak though he couldn’t believe what the other said and for a moment he thought he had something in his ears so that he hadn’t heard correctly. The human wanted the men to set him free, he called Leif a free man? Humans usually didn’t grant them the status of men. Nor did they view them as free. Did he have ulterior motives? Did he try to fool those hunters?

    Plenty of questions were running through his mind when he heard them making a deal for a duel. And even though the blond man said he would let him go if he won he didn’t trust that. Why would a human risk his life to set him free? To set free what they had banned deep into the forest? Whose realms they had destroyed ? Whose world they had set on fire? It didn’t make any sense to him. The duel would have soon been won by the blond human in the - for a human - nice clothing but the other human cheated, breaking the rules of the duel asking the remaining men to interfere. Leif watched with breathless attention his eyes following the blond man’s every move. He wanted him to win even though he didn’t trust his intentions, there was a chance that if he won this would have a better outcome for him then it would have did the other humans win.

    There were critical moments but in the end the blond defeated them and they ran off, although he couldn’t understand why the man had shown mercy to those hunters. Leif shifted in his cage so that he could see the human better and he saw the bolt sticking in his chest, the fabric of his clothing soaked from blood. The elf’s blue eyes were staring at the wound then wandering up into the man’s face, curious to see what he would do with him now. Would he really free him?

    This time the man’s voice spoke to him and there were plenty of things that Leif didn’t like about what he said. First thing was being called Mister Elf, second thing was questioning his intelligence and reminding him that he had run into this stupid trap completely mindless and unaware. It was a sting into his hurt ego and pride again and it made him frown and look away from the man, shifting a little, showing him half of his back now. But although he had turned away from him he could hear him sucking on his lower lip making him glance over to him again and he saw that the man was looking at him.

    At the next question the blond male asked Leif had to stay disciplined to not yell at him when he said he didn’t think that he was capable of doing simple healing magic. He stayed calm though, the man had at least seemingly saved him and just now he didn’t know if he’d actually keep his word and if he did he’d owe him his gratitude although he didn’t like owing anything to a human. “Of course I do. I am the chosen one of my generation, the next guarding of my clan.” Leif’s low and sonorous voice sounded, pride swinging with every word he said. “That I am in this situation is solely that stupid old hags fault, she’s getting senile.” He couldn’t help but to rant as he was more furious about the old guardian now than he had been before he had been caught in that trap. “Small wounds like these are easily healed; it doesn’t take long or much energy either! I could already do that when I was three years old. But I obviously can’t heal you as long as I am still sitting in that cage.” He pointed out.

    When the man introduced himself to the elf he raised an eyebrow in question. “That is a pretty long name. Do all of you humans have such long names?” he asked since it really was ridiculously long. “And do they always say Ascot Phillipe Laurent de Mercier to you when they call you?” the elf wanted to know. Then he sighed, stroking a strand of his light-blue waves out of his pale face. “My name is Leif. Leif of the Abraxas Clan.” He decided that the man to this point had shown himself worthy of knowing his name, although he was a human.

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    Re: The Golden Arrow 18+ (-Hideki-)

    Ascot chuckled and clutched his bleeding chest when the elf turned his back to him. He was pissy, wasn't he? The human couldn't possibly understand why the man seemed offended. Surely it was a relief to be out of the hands of those hunters?!

    'Forgive me. I don't know what I've done wrong. I'm not going to sell you on like those men,' he said, inclining his head slightly. He leaned on the cage a little more and took a deep breath. While he wasn't going to complain about it, he was in pain.

    'In that case, you know more magic than I do. Please, I would be ever so grateful if you would use your magic on me,' he said in as restrained and polite a voice as he could manage. He had a puzzled expression on his face as the man started to rant about some old hag. Were hags and elves in league with one another? What had the hag done to get this elf in trouble?

    'Well, I only get called by my full name when I am in trouble. My friends and family call me Ascot and I get called Mercier when I'm acting as ambassador overseas. Most humans only have one or two names but most humans aren't the heir to an entire province,' he explained. Really, he needed to get introductions out of the way so he could get himself healed... if not, on his way home where he could be tended.

    'Lief of the Abrazas Clan, it is an honour to meet you,' the young blonde said, bowing slightly in respect to the elf. 'I'm going to let you out now. Would you be so kind as to heal me?'

    Juggling the keys in one hand, Ascot turned and unlocked the cage. He opened the front of the cage out wide and walked far across the clearing to show he was no threat. He then sat down with his back against a tree and just watched the elf with curiosity. He wanted to know more about the beautiful creature but he wasn't going to keep him imprisoned against his will.

    'If you would be so kind, I would be interested in speaking with you more,' Ascot said as he sat there against the tree. His eyes were appreciative and he very much wanted to see what the elf looked like when he wasn't huddled in a cage. While he was not a pervert, he did admire the male form. He would not object to seeing more of the man's body but given his attitude, he highly doubted he would ever get the chance. He'd once heard elves made good lovers. They were wild, passionate and unrestrained in their desires. Was it true or was it simply drunken men talking about their own desires?

    'I have never met an elf before and you hold my curiosity,' he said, then took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably. You needn't fear, you have my word that I will not tell anyone of what we have discussed.'
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    Re: The Golden Arrow 18+ (-Hideki-)

    ‘The heir to an entire province huh?’ Leif thought when he learned that the man was a noble human with a lot of power and as the elf mused his face became a lot darker than before. This was a human leader, one of those responsible for holding his people small and forcing them to live in the forest like some nomads if they didn’t want to be enslaved or serve them in the cities.

    Both Leif and him were much too young to have any ties to the fall of the elven realm long ago but he hadn’t had to see what the guardian had wanted to keep from him to know that this man, a human leader, could only be an enemy to his people and to him. Then again he had said ‘heir’ what basically meant that his father now was the leader and he’d become the next one. Maybe it would be useful and beneficial later on for him to speak to this man some more, to figure out who this Ascot de Mercier was who’d once inherit the province and his facial expression got more neutral again as he watched him with a raised eyebrow.

    It was when the blond human bowed before him after he had introduced himself too that led Leif to widen his eyes in surprise and to lay his head to the side a little and examine the other closely. He had never seen nor heard of a human bowing his head before one of them as a sign of respect. He had seen elves forced onto their knees in front of humans but this, this was something unheard of. This man, to Leif he seemed peculiar, his actions made no sense if one considered the elves knowledge and view about how and what the humans were and he could feel curiosity arising within himself although he’d never admit it.

    His clear blue eyes were laying on the man when he was opening the cage he was captured in before he saw him stepping back from it walking over to a tree sitting down under it. To Leif it was clear that those wounds were worse than this man made it seem to him. It was clear to sense and to see from how his energy behaved and yet he didn’t demand to be healed in return for saving him. Saving him! Gosh, he, Leif, the chosen one, the next guardian saved by a human. How embarrassing. He’d take this story with him to his grave! No one in the Clan would ever hear it!

    Had it been incredibly easy to march into the trap and get caught it was considerably more difficult to get out of this small cage and he had to bend and sprain his body quite a lot leave it behind. As he finally sat his foot onto the forest ground again and straighten his body it was like he was unfolding before the blond male’s eyes and Leif had to stretch his slender, elegant body as the fabric of his clothing was falling in place again.

    The elf could feel the human’s eyes on his body, he was clearly looking at him as though to study him and his features but he wasn’t sure why and with what thoughts and intentions in mind he was looked at. Leif met the man’s eyes with his gaze unyieldingly and it was blue staring in blue, just that Ascot’s eyes weren’t quite as pale and significantly rounder and larger than his own. He really wasn’t bad looking for a human was he?

    Shaking his head internally because this was the second time this thought had come up on his mind now he moved and walked towards the wounded man with his head held high, ready to heal him although he had never thought he’d ever get into a situation where he’d heal one of them. But this one had saved him, he had let him out of the cage and he seemed genuine about not wanting him any harm, plus considering his status he could be useful later on.

    The man expressed that he’d like to speak to him more and then, soon after, told him how he had never met an elf and that he sparked the other’s curiosity. Leif was standing right in front of the blond by now, looking down to him, his eyes narrowing, turning into small slits as he heard that. “I don’t exist to entertain your curiosity, human!” he hissed, screwing up his nose, throwing the fabric of his robes back as he squatted down in front of the man who promised him to not tell anything of what they might discuss.

    As if he’d tell him anything compromising. As if he’d trust him. Then again, although his motivation might be more calculated and strategic Leif wanted to speak to him more as well. “Alright.” He agreed. “We can talk as I heal you. You can ask your questions, Ascot de Mercier, and I will then decide whether I’ll answer you or not.” The blue haired elf stated and then he reached out his hand.

    For a moment he hesitated, looking into the man’s face with the huge eyes, before he touched him, his long, thin fingers brushing over the wound on Ascots slim chest. White, clear energy was then starting to surround his hand that turned red as Leif was sucking out the centre of infection until the energy’s colour didn’t get darker and deeper anymore and he was cutting it off, making a throwing away motion to the right before he was laying his hand onto the other man’s chest another time, green energy surrounding his it this time, as he was constantly looking into the man’s eyes.




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