Influential Elf

(Arthur POV)

Two dwarves, Drake and Josh, have quickly become the MVPs of our computer project. Their extensive knowledge of the Ward Engine from Stonecraft Kingdom puts them leagues ahead, even outpacing George in computer logic. With them leading the team, our progress has been remarkable.

Their expertise allows me to split my focus, dedicating more time to the upcoming release of "Lord of the Rings" with the Lava Brothers.

Today, Fart introduces me to a potential partner. "Mr. Morningstar, we've secured a distributor for the Moonlight Kingdom," he says, gesturing to the elf beside him. "This is Kyle Love."

Kyle greets me with a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morningstar."

I nod, returning the smile. "Likewise, Mr. Love."

"I've had some enlightening discussions with Fart," Kyle continues, his eyes bright with excitement. "He invited me to view the film at his studio, and I must say, I was thoroughly impressed."

"Oh?" I lean in, genuinely curious. "What were your thoughts?"

Kyle's smile widens. "It was exceptional. In fact, I was wondering if you'd consider premiering the film at our kingdom's most prestigious event - the Moonlight Film Festival."

My eyebrows shoot up. The Moonlight Film Festival is no small affair. It's the kind of platform that can launch a film into the stratosphere of critical acclaim.

"That's quite an offer," I say, my interest piqued. I turn to Fart, "Are you on board with premiering at the Moonlight Film Festival?"

Kyle and Fart exchange a glance before Kyle speaks. "I've discussed it with Fart, and he's supportive. He believes your studio's film is worthy of our prestigious festival."

Fart nods in agreement. "Absolutely. 'Lord of the Rings' deserves to be part of such a renowned event."

I consider this for a moment. "When exactly does the festival take place?"

"It begins two weeks from now," Kyle replies.

My brow furrows. "Two weeks? Will the festival committee even accept our film on such short notice?"

Kyle's face lights up with a hint of pride. "Don't worry about that. I've been pulling some strings at the festival. I can fast-track the submission process and ensure it gets a prime slot. The committee owes me a few favors, and your film is exactly the kind of groundbreaking work they're always seeking."

As I listen to Kyle's explanation, I start to realize this elf might be more influential than he initially let on. His confidence and connections could be invaluable.

"I see," I say, reassessing Kyle. "That's quite impressive. You seem to have significant pull in the festival circuit."

Kyle's smile turns a bit mysterious. "Let's just say I know how to navigate the industry. So, what do you think? Are you ready to take 'Lord of the Rings' to the Moonlight Film Festival?"

I lean back, weighing the pros and cons. It's a risk, but the potential payoff... "Tell me more about the festival's reach. How could this impact our wider release?"

Kyle chuckles softly. "Is that even a question? The Moonlight Film Festival is the most prestigious event in the elven film calendar. Critics from across the world attend, not just elves. A strong showing there can set the tone for your entire release."

"Imagine the buzz when human and dwarf critics start raving about a demon-made film. It'll break down barriers, challenge preconceptions. Plus, the festival has a history of launching international hits. Films that premiere there often see boosted ticket sales across all kingdoms."

I nod along, mulling it over. Kyle's points are solid. This could be the perfect launchpad for "Lord of the Rings."

"Alright," I say, extending my hand. "Let's submit the film to the Moonlight Film Festival."

Kyle grasps my hand, his grip firm and grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Morningstar. This film will definitely resonate with the elves."

I chuckle. "I hope they do."

"Oh, they will. No doubt about it," Kyle says with a grin. Then, his expression turns curious. "By the way, those rings in the film - the ones with immense power, forged by elves, coveted by all races - did you draw inspiration from ancient history? Do such rings exist in our world's past?"

The question catches me off guard. For a moment, I'm transported back to my previous life, to the books that inspired this story. But here, now, in this world of magic and multiple races, the line between fiction and potential history blurs.

"Well," I say, choosing my words carefully, "let's just say that in a world as magical as ours, who knows what powerful artifacts might have existed in the past? The rings in the film are fiction, but they're inspired by the kinds of legends and myths that exist in all cultures."

Kyle nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer. Then his eyes light up with a new thought. "You know, watching the film reminded me of some ancient history from this demon kingdom. There's an old legend about a crown belonging to a great demon lord."

Fart, his interest piqued by the mention of demon history, chimes in. "Oh yeah, the great demon lord. Some say he's just a legend, but I believe he really existed." He leans in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I've heard his ancient crown and power pole are hidden somewhere in the royal castle—"

Suddenly, Fart's eyes widen as he remembers who he's talking to. I can't help but chuckle at his expression.

"Sorry," Fart mumbles, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

I wave off his apology. "It's fine. Go on, you can talk about it. I'm not part of the royal family anymore, remember?"

Fart just shakes his head, clearly uncomfortable. "Nah, let's change the subject."

I don't push it. I can't blame him for feeling awkward.

Truth is, I've heard those rumors too - whispers about the great demon lord's crown and power pole hidden somewhere in the castle. But in all my years living there, I never saw a trace of them. Then again, as the black sheep of the family, there's a lot I probably wasn't privy to.

***

After seeing Kyle and Fart off, I check in on the computer project before heading home. The evening air is cool as I drive to my apartment, my mind already shifting gears.

Once inside, I settle at my desk and pull out my sketches. The familiar figures of Goku and Bulma take shape under my pencil as I continue working on my adaptation of "Dragon Ball". It's become my evening ritual, a way to unwind after the chaos of the day.

I've been at this for a few weeks now, whenever I can steal a moment in the evenings. The pages of Chapter 1 are almost complete - I'm on page 30 out of 32. Goku's innocent face and Bulma's exasperated expressions are starting to feel like old friends.

As I shade in the details of Goku's power pole, I can't help but chuckle. The irony isn't lost on me - just hours ago, I was discussing similar mythical items supposedly owned by the great demon lord. Life has a funny way of drawing parallels.

Despite the late hour, I decide to push through and finish Chapter 1. The familiar characters take shape under my pencil, each panel bringing this world to life. It's a different kind of creation from filmmaking, more intimate somehow.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, I put the finishing touches on the last page. Flipping through the completed chapter, I nod to myself. Not bad for an exiled prince turned filmmaker turned manga artist.

But I'm not done yet. Riding the wave of creative energy, I start sketching out layouts for Chapter 2. The story's really starting to take shape now, and I can't help but wonder how this world will receive it.

Two hours later, my eyes are starting to burn and my hand is cramping, but I've got a solid start on the next chapter. Stifling a yawn, I finally admit defeat and head to bed.