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"Dorian? Who knows we're here?" An elf appeared wearing a deep blue tunic and brown pants. His long blue hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. His eyes were black, as were his eyebrows. They stuck out from his pale blue skin. He came from below the deck of the barge. In one hand he carried a tray. Two glasses of something deep and red sat on top. "King Dorian. Queen Snow." He bowed. "Happy anniversary." He offered the glasses to Dorian and me. "Please. Drink up."

I raised my hands but indicate I surrender. “Even if… I appear… in front… of you… you won’t… be able to… see me… I am a… spirit after all… but unless… you are an Elf… you could.. see me…” My eyes went wide after hearing it. Holy shit! Seriously!? an Elf!? Arghhh why do I always forget that this a fantasy novel. Of course! Elves won’t be uncommon. Hindi na ako magtataka kung may dragon man. “But there… is an… another method... buy a… puppet body… so I could… posses it…” Droon informed me in an excited voice.

“Good. You two are going to take Hernande to the spires. She’s going to quietly drink her milkshake while you watch over her. When the Elf Lords come back, they can sort out their differences between them.” “What about me?” said the dwarf in my hand. “You’ll stay with me for now. If nothing untoward happens, you get your freedom in a thousand years. Don’t worry, it’ll pass in a blink of an eye.” There was some bickering, assurances given, refuted and counter-offered, but an agreement was reached. “You have fulfilled your part of the agreement, and asked for nothing in return,” said the elf. I had asked for quite a lot in return. Not to be killed, to be left alone, my balls to remain attached

“It’s nice to meet you all.” A man from the elf army walked towards me his dark brown hair was long and braided down his back, but the sides of his head were bald, he had the same high cheekbones and pointed chin that Tyr had but he had broader shoulders and was a few inches taller than Tyr his eyes were a pale blue that almost looked white. “This is General Moon.” Tyr introduced him. “Call me Frey,” he smiled at my sisters and me. “Why are you running from the Goblin army?” Tyr asked me.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.

When Freya stepped out to release a magic chant on Fayot, Dobah stopped her. “You don’t need to stress yourself there, chanting spells..that is draining. You should rest. Let me try this time around. Besides, our way is faster. I don't know why you don’t want to embrace that part of you yet.“ He said, winking at a Freya who pouted her lips and flung her arms across her chest, scoffing when she saw Aiden staring at her like she was ice cream to his tongue. The dude could think of nonsense all the time. She mused, watching as Dobah stepped forward to Fayot.

She giggled, keeping her eyes on me. My hand automatically reached for hers. She took it gladly as Daine and Tangle stood below the platform. “Do you Elves, Tangle, and Daine give away Odessa, once human, to this Dragon?” Daine stood forward. “We do.” Daine, for once, kept his sentences in short exchange and sat down at the front of the crowd as Odessa squeezed my hand.

I’ve been so damn selfish, so wrong. Stunned faces stare at me, but the elf rolls up his sleeves and acts unphased. “Even after all that, I could take you,” he says, grinning and showing off his jagged fangs. With that, Godfrey bursts out into a fit of giggles. The sound is abhorrent and I nearly wish myself deaf. “I do love a show old friend but not now,” Godfrey finally says. The fairy waves him off. “Pen, unblock my scent so he really comes at me. Let’s see what he’s got,” the elf says, daring me.

The Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what. Charlotte was obsessed with handsome men. She'd been attracted by Elwin at first glance and chose to follow him without hesitation. In our previous life, in order to prevent me from challenging her for Elwin, she'd said to me with all seriousness, "You're taller than me, Minnie. That wolfman looks like a better match for you in terms of stature. He'll take good care of you." After our reincarnation, she switched up her lines. "I've never seen such a handsome man, Minnie. This pointy-eared man must be one of the elves of l