Wise Old Elf の小説・ストーリー

Ashton groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. ​I stumbled to the door, squinting through the peephole. It wasn't Sarah. ​I opened the door to find Mateo Velez standing in the hallway. Unlike us, he looked disturbingly put-together. He was wearing dark aviators to hide his eyes, but his linen shirt was crisp, and he was holding a cardboard carrier with four large coffees and a bag of greasy breakfast sandwiches. ​"I bring gifts for the fallen," Mateo said, his voice dropping to a sympathetic hum. He stepped inside, taking in the carnage of our living room. "God, you two look like you’ve been through a shipwreck. Again."

They no longer stung like they did in my former years. Now that I was hearing talks of Odessa, my dragon became angry and possessive. “I bet I could steal her away,” one elf at the far end of the table raised his ale. “She seems to like the dangerous type and I am one of the best warriors! Look at my scars! If I show her one look of the scar on my chest, she would melt into my palm!” My eyes narrowed, looking at the oblivious elf. He did not know what he was getting into.

A veil of shadow, a simple but potent illusion, still clung to their features, obscuring them in a personal twilight. Delicate, pale fingers rose to the cowl of the cloak. With a careful, almost reverent tug, she pulled the hood back. The clinging shadow dissolved like mist in the sun, revealing a woman of striking, ageless beauty. Her hair was the color of dark ink, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Her light brown eyes, flecked with shimmering gold, remained fixed on the ground. But it was the graceful, tapered points of her ears that stole my breath. An elf. Here.

I, Anno, clutched a bag of deer meat damp with dew as I walked along the streets of the elven town, the burning pain from the wolf’s claws still lingering on my right cheek from last night. Whispers followed me all the way. “It’s her—that defective elf with a broken wing, and she’s even keeping a tamed werewolf.” “It’s laughable. That werewolf doesn’t even look at her. He’s always trying to run away, but she still treats him like a precious treasure.”

for a burly dwarf to make quick work of with an axe. One of those delicate nymphs she was marvelling at earlier had put what appeared to be an ogre into a sort of trance, and in doing so, was giving a group of elderly people the time they needed to run back to the wagons and escape, when the other elves arrived to attack those remaining creatures.

Kirou had his hands cupped and gave the elf before him a slight bow during his greeting. "Hoho. Now, this is interesting." The elf in the chair then stood up and approached Kirou before stopping with a foot's distance between the two. "What do you find interesting Elder," asked Kirou as he straightened his back. "You are probably the first recruit not from this village that has recognized the fact that I'm an old man. So of course, I would find it interesting," was the elder elf's reply. As he stood in front of Kirou, he spent some time observing Kirou just as Kirou did to him earlier. As he did so, an undetectable light flashed in his eyes. "Looks like Old Wolf has gotten a talent on his ha

Vanadine had watched in amusement as they came to her one by one while she sipped at the sour brew they sold as ale in the place. “Hello, I do not recall seeing your face in here before,” one old elf had said. “And I am sure I would remember such a beautiful face,” he had added with a grin that showed all four of his grey teeth. He had had a curved spine, possibly some kind of official at one point, the curve coming from decades of hunching over a desk, so was shorter than Horann had been then. Ragged clothing hung limply from his frame as if trying to flee from touching him. His face was a sagging mess of loose skin with wisps of hair sprouting randomly from his chin. All told he was a mess

, Kolafo debated. The elder elf did not reply back. He was in a hurry to leave. After finish packing, he called the attention of Adolfo. “Adolfo, come here”, the elder elf said. “Yes, Master”, Adolfo immediately replied. The elder elf handed him an old thick book. In front of its cover were precious stones with different colors. “What is this Master?”, asked Adolfo. “That is the book of wisdom”, the elder elf replied. “Everything you need to know is in that book”, he added.

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

' Aron knocks a glass over and I know he's overheard us. I turn, and I look at Elwyn with as much dislike as I can muster. 'What do you want?' He tilts his head and gulps his drink. 'Is there anything wrong in a meeting between friends?' 'If there's one thing we are, it's not friends. You're a pathetic, scheming dirty elf, with no regard for anyone but yourself. I am not. We are in fact, polar opposites'. He grinds his teeth and says, 'You're right. You are not. You're a wolven'.