Einar : The forsaken

In the realm of my youth, I was taught the fundamental layout of our world. Six territories, each governed by a distinct race, formed the tapestry of our existence. The Human Realm, ruled by the Human King, stood alongside the Elf Realm, the Dwarf Realm, the Giant Realm, the Beast Realm, and the Dragon Realm, each with their respective monarchs. The Elfin Council's disdainful gazes pierced through me as I stood before them, their eyes burning with a fire that seemed to scorn my very presence.

"According to the annals of history, Elves are the most peaceful of the six races," I pondered, my mind racing with the contradictions that lay before me. "So, what in the world is transpiring here?"

My gaze locked onto the Elf King, his regal presence commanding attention. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice like thunder on a summer's day.

I raised my head, a faint smile dancing on my lips. "Is it not polite to introduce oneself before inquiring about another's identity?" I replied, my words laced with a hint of mischief.

The council erupted into a chorus of outrage, their voices a cacophony of indignation. "How dare a lowly human address our king in such a manner!" one of them exclaimed.

The Elf King raised his hand, and the room fell silent. "Very well," he said, his voice measured. "I am Gosu Elenfond, the current Elf King."

"I am Einar Stonbrol," I introduced myself, my voice steady.

As I recounted the tale of my arrival, the council's expressions transformed from disgust to concern. They listened intently, their faces a mask of worry and fear. When I finished, they conferred among themselves, their whispers a gentle hum in the background.

Finally, they decided to imprison me in a cage sealed with magic, the security measures extreme. Four guards stood watch, one at each corner, their eyes never leaving me.

"This is quite extreme for a ten-year-old, don't you think?" I remarked to the guards, but they remained silent, their faces impassive.

As night descended, I lay down, gazing up at the stars, my eyes closing briefly as I willed myself to sleep. Suddenly, footsteps approached the cage, and a soft voice whispered, "You can't be here, my lady."

The guard's words were met with a gentle rebuke, "Leave us." The voice was feminine, and the guard hesitated before departing.

I opened my eyes to find a young elf standing behind me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You're the human, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, my tone laced with sarcasm. "That's a rather stupid question, don't you think?"

She puffed out her cheeks, frustration etched on her face, before introducing herself. "My name is Zuria, and you're Einar, aren't you?"

As we conversed, I discovered that Zuria was unlike any elf I had encountered. Her hair was a rich black, her eyes a vibrant blue, and her ears less sharp than the others. Her face was a delicate, heart-shaped visage, with a mischievous grin that reminded me of my mother.

We talked long into the night, our conversation meandering through topics both mundane and fascinating. Zuria's questions about humans were endless, and I found myself laughing, feeling a sense of warmth I had only experienced with my mother.

As the night wore on, Zuria bid me farewell, her parting words a gentle "Bye-bye." I watched her leave, my eyes closing once more as I pondered the events of the day.

"Mother, Father, are you both okay?" I whispered into the darkness. "No matter the cost, I must find you."