Nothing Alike (Part 2)
"Because if you don't get out of my hair right now, we are going to find out."
"Mo-enadion, stop!" Solus rushed to correct herself since there were still people within earshot. "Look, whoever you are, there's nothing we can do. Wait for the call of the new World Tree or whatever your people do when the fucker dies."
"My name is-"
"Not interested." Solus cut Azit short. "If none of that works, here's the communication rune of a fellow elf of yours. Aalejah Eventide. She will care enough about you and your people to help you connect with the rulers of the three great countries."
"But-" Azit exchanged runes with her, yet with the elven villages gone and the fields still burning with Origin Flames, the elves would soon run out of food.
"You tortured me!" Solus yelled with so much fury that her voice blasted the elf off his feet. "Your kind imprisoned me and did… things to me! I made a promise and I am upholding it, but my patience is running thin."