Milo and Clack: An Elvin Love Story
Part X: A trip to Erime
Milo
I couldn’t breathe. Lights erupted around us, then one of the most handsome humans… no, scratch that, elves… these were elves… I was an elf, landed in front of me and the Beecham’s. We’d just arrived at the area where we’d been told the King’s Guard was going to collect us.
It was some sort of earthquake or explosion. I’m not sure what happened. Then the godlike creature rushed me, pulling me into his arms.
I hadn’t felt an attraction to anyone, so I was almost certain I was ace or somewhere on the spectrum of ace. I mean, I knew what I thought was handsome, at least when I watched television and saw some hunky man. I knew that’s what I found attractive, but I hadn’t truly felt that way for anyone before.
The moment I saw this man, though… it’s like every nerve in my body fired at the same time. Then, gods help me, I was in his arms floating through some rainbow-colored spiral of happiness. His arms held me in a strong, delightful grip. If I’d been able to, I’m sure I would have purred, being held so tightly by this Adonis.
We landed, and when he released me from his grasp, I felt so much loss. I didn’t want to lose the warm touch, but when he looked at me, I got embarrassed. “I’m sorry…” I said like an idiot.
His expression told me he thought that was strange. Of course, he thought it was strange. I was gushing over a man who was… what? My guard? Someone sent to protect me?
Ugh, I was so pathetic.
When I asked where we were, he mentioned the same thing the girl did. A stone, something they called Limbert. When I was obviously confused, he asked me to explain everything I knew about being an elf, then about being the king of elves.
I laughed, “Well, this should take five seconds. I don’t know anything except what I was told yesterday and the events of today.”
I explained how someone had tried to kidnap me, how my foster parents had come out as elves, then sent me to connect with… well other elves. The beautiful girl who met me and then my experience in the underwater realm, with a name I could never pronounce, with a leader who had an equally unpronounceable name.
I felt my frustration come out as I said that last part.
He just chuckled. “That explains a lot…”
It was my turn to cock an eyebrow. “Explains what?”
“Well, why you look human, why you didn’t know to tell Lily to get you somewhere safe, and why the Limbert stone sent us to the Erime.”
“Huh? I… what do you mean ‘The Erime’ and I am human… or at least I always thought I was. I don’t know about any of this… I still think I might be high!”
The elf hunk smiled, “you aren’t high, and if you were, it’d take a lot of the human drugs to get you there. You might be unseasoned, but you are still an elf. We are a bit more, umm, robust, than our human counterparts."
I sighed and sat down on a nearby boulder. “Okay, why don’t you explain whatever it is I’m supposed to know. Everyone keeps telling me I’m a prince, and that my uncle killed my parents… what else is there to know?”
“Well,” he said, and winked at me. “You aren’t a prince; you are, in fact, the king. I don’t know much about your parents; I was never meant to be an ambassador or to be someone who even spoke with the king. All I know is how to fight and keep you safe. But, since we seem to be stuck here for the moment at least, I can fill you in on what I’ve heard.”
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