Aira Lego Elves Novels & Stories

Dante’s POV "There goes the menace." I murmured as I watched Irene walk out of the front door and carefully adjusted a microscopic plastic hinge. "Zia Irene is not a menace, Papa.” Elara corrected me immediately with the kind of tone she had absolutely inherited from me. "She is a tactical distraction.” I let out a soft chuckle, leaning back on the rug. I was wearing dark slacks and a charcoal button-down, sitting cross-legged on the floor, completely surrounded by thousands of brightly colored Lego pieces.

“I want to talk to Silarg! Silarg!” At that moment a small stone elf, with a large beard with no hair on his head, much older than the others Elizabeth knew, appeared in a moment. “Tell me, Miss Harmony. What happened?” asked Silarg, smiling. “One of the children may have been caught by an ogre!” But the stone elf's smile didn’t disappear when he heard these words. “It’s impossible. We don't have that in the Centre of mystical and non-mystical creatures. You’re dead if you meet such a creature, needless to speak about trying to catch it and bring it here. Maybe who said she saw that, got it wrong. Who said such nonsense?”

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

"Not going to work today?" Maisie nodded. "Yeah. It's my day off. What brings you here?" Andrew held out Roblox and answered, "This is El's." Glancing at the robotic dog, Maisie quickly recognized that it belonged to Elio. She accepted the toy and said, "Thanks. You didn't have to come all the way here to return it." "I was just passing by." Igor raised his eyebrow at this, knowing well that they had gone out of their way to come over.

“Got it.” “You’re too good at this,” I said, shaking my head. Jacob smiled and parted his lips to respond, but before he could, a group of young boys came running up. They walked right across our blanket, shouting in excitement. “Oh, my God,” one said. “It really is a Legazeus. I can’t believe this.” There were five of them and they all looked to be about the same age as Tommy. “This is insane,” another said. “We’ve got to tell Alan about this. He’s going to freak.”