Part XX
Milo
I stared at the castle that stood before us. Clack had come back with two elves he referred to as General Olcarlamon and his mate General Litlebeigh. When I fubbed her name, she smiled. “You may call me Bay, like the tree. I know it’s hard for humans to use the Elvin language.”
I nodded, but didn’t respond, even though I was almost sure referring to me as human was a slur of some sort.
This was just too overwhelming. When the Generals returned to wherever they were from, Clack filled me in on all the details. “You’ll have your memories of being a king wiped. In your mind, you’ll have gotten a scholarship to work in a historical museum that reenacts the Middle Ages of human time.”
I listened as he went through the details. It actually sounded fun, except the losing my memories part. “I… I didn’t want to be king, it still feels like a dream more than reality,” I told him, “but that doesn’t mean I wanted to lose... to lose the memory of all this. It’s been… well it’s sorta been fun.”
Clack smiled, “It has for me as well, and I’m surprised to learn I can like a Royal, but the Generals are correct, if we are to do this safely, and help you survive until you get your powers, we have to think outside the box. You’ll get your memories back when your powers manifest. All spells cast against you will automatically dissolve when that occurs anyway.”
That sounded fair, I guessed. “So, can I talk to my friends from back home? Will they get to come to Scotland?”
Clack shook his head sadly, “no, their memories of you have been wiped by now, I’m sorry Milo, it’s just not safe. However… would you like your foster parents to join us? That could be arranged. From what I was told, their identities have already been changed to keep them safe from Atticus’s vengeance. They may love being a part of the adventure.”
I smiled thinking of my beloved foster family. “Yeah, but only if they want to. I do miss them.”
“That’s perfect for me as well, we need staff to pull off the reenactments. Would your foster mom make a good cook?”
I nodded, "I… yes, she cooked for us, but her best skill is her love of the people in her life, she should be a counselor or something like that.”
“And your foster father?” Clack asked.
Again, I couldn’t help but smile. “He’s really good at fixing the stuff I break. I’d say you should make him your all around handyman. I think he’d like that too.”
Clack seemed to be absorbing all I was saying, “Okay, we’ll reach out to them. I believe General Litlebeigh, um, Bay, knows their location.”
We sat silently for a few moments before Clack cleared his throat drawing my attention back to him. “So, um, I need to ask you something that’s a bit embarrassing, but before you lose your memories, I need to know your desires.”
I looked at him confused. I hadn’t ever seen the giant-muscled elf look embarrassed before, but the look made him that much more adorable. I cocked my head and waited for him to proceed.
“So, General Litlebeigh, Bay, I mean, said she thought there was something happening between us, something more than just friends. I won’t be just your soldier when we go to the castle, I won’t be anything but your contemporary, so, if something happens, would you want that, or should I keep things… cool?” he asked.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, my head screaming to jump him right then and there. I’d been so craving this man, and since we’d spent so much time together it’d only gotten stronger, but I didn’t think I could, or should pursue it.
Before I could stop myself, I leaned over and took his mouth with mine. A move I would’ve never made just a few months ago. He drew back, shocked at my touch and I blushed deep purple.
“I’m sorry, I… I shouldn’t have…” I was just about to jump up, when Clack took my arm and held me in place.
He leaned over and took my mouth hard and shoving his tongue into my mouth. My heart lurched forward as if it were trying to get closer to him. I reached my arms around him putting my hands into his hair and returning the passion he had shown.
He pushed me back, and laid on top of me, grinding me into the earth and I swear I heard angelic music. Then just like that he stopped. “Ugh,” I literally cried out when he pulled away from me.
“W…why? Why did you pull back?” I asked.
Clack shook his head. “I…” He didn’t finish his answer. Instead, he got up and walked away.
I sat up and put my head in my hands, trying not to cry. I liked this guy too much, and he’d almost, almost let us be something more than just whatever it was we were.
That moment of connection was the most I’d had since the attempted kidnapping, I almost felt human again. Or Elvin or whatever I am. I almost felt complete. Then, then he rejects me?
I got up, hurried to the tent and crawled into the shower, where I let the tears flow. I'd already felt alone, but after this my heart was completely broken. How could I be someone in a world where I had no one?
Join us next week for more adventures from Milo and Clack.
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