Looks like the elves aren’t dead

Our conversation came to a halt "Liliana! We have a new comrade!" Jon called out, "comrade?" I quested his statement. I don't think I ever gave off that impression.

Liliana went down the steps into the shelter graciously, as if the ground were clouds.

Her body seemed weightless.

"She's not from here," Liliana declared in a gentle, stern voice to Jon. He snapped his fingers, "I knew you would let me know with that creepy mojo of yours," he was smirking ear to ear. "Sorry friend, I had to be certain you weren't a spy" he shrugged his shoulder in regret.

"A spy?" I asked him while he spooned food in his face from a massive metal pot. "So, which territory are you from?" He asked while Liliana's eyes squinted up and down my frame. "She's not from here," she explained again, "Uh yeah, you said that, is that all you learned?"

She stepped right up to me. I stood over her, she was small compared to me. While she violated my personal space, "So many memories you're thinking of all at once and yet nothing at all" her eyes glowed a blinding silver with a dash of cyan that accented what was her iris.

"You've never known an elf before" her eyes looking down at my feet. I gazed at the top of her head. Her hair was straight, a rich lavender tint. It ended at her collar bones, twirling over at the ends.

Cute, I thought to myself. Her eyes rushing up to mine, "Your thoughts are becoming distant to me, like you are taking them to a faraway room and locking the door," she whispered. "How are you doing that?"

Tenderly smiling at me. I shrugged my shoulders, "How are you reading my mind" I asked her. Jon with his mouth packed, "She can't read your mind, she can only look at the last couple of events you were thinking of" little chunks of food escaping his mouth. "Do you like the human meal I prepared, Captain Jon?"

She turned to look at him, grinning. "It's um…." He stuttered "Keeda's trying to complete the dragon process, perhaps that's why you can't feel her thoughts easily" shifting the topic as he crammed spoon fulls of the slop into his mouth.

"A dragon?" She turned to me with passion, "Dragons are the only creatures we can't get into the minds of," Liliana spoke, beaming at me. "Is it because of the curse?" She suggested, "and the witch you challenged?"

She went on, "uh" I ponder the thought. "perhaps" I answered, "I didn't consider it was a curse. I assumed it was just her power casting me away. Protecting her from my attack" There was an uncomfortable silence

. "Why were you attacking a witch?" Jon asked me portions of meat flying, revolting. I glanced at Liliana, and she glared back at me, "well" I hinted to her. "Can't you inform him?" I inquired. Her giggle was simple, "Not anymore, I told you. I can't feel the thoughts of a dragon. The process has already started.

The only thoughts I could identify were altogether appalling" her tone was a gentle sigh, "I think she's from the future" she reported to Jon. "I looked at a desolate world, corruption, homicide and greed. Death in every aspect of your existence, ruthless war, but still, it wasn't war. It was your responsibility?" She asked me. "I'm a mercenary," I replied to her, dreading which parts of my mind she saw before it cut her off.

"The future, our future?" He demanded Liliana. She shook her head yes. "It was rather shocking, the entire world under the reign of the golden king" she responded revealing my recollections. "The golden king isn't ruling here?"

They both stared at me in horror. "no" Jon responded, "We're struggling to stop him from taking over the world," he added slowly, like I had bruised his spirits. "We're trying to prevent your world, the one I felt in your memories" Liliana peered up at me, her full eyes discourage by my memories. "Attempting to stop him…" I spoke.

Jon, striking his fist in his hands, "That's it! We lost the war. With your cooperation and knowledge of the future we can easily stop it this time around!" He hollered in excitement, but I didn't wish to stop him.

I love my world of lawlessness and bloodshed. It was the sole thing I knew, and I was good at it. What would I be if I stopped him? What would I do?

Liliana looked up at me with a distasteful expression like she could snoop into the cracks of my mind for a moment.

I wished when my mind flickered into hers it was the thought of me rubbing her blue skin, it's an extraordinary glow. It burned bright like a blue torch, illuminating the night.