Meeting

When the ceremony was finished Christopher Zotts, and his son Issac Zotts didn't attend the formal dining. Instead the two went into a hidden hallway and entered a secret room filled with dusty books.

"Greeting's your holiness."

"No need, we're friends right?"

Christopher and a man in very formal robes hugged, his every finger had a gem. His body was older but he clearly was still active from appearances, his eyes still had their sharpness too.

"The pope has traveled here in hopes you can display the weapon you uncovered."

Illnor spoke respectfully, both he and Issac stood in the background as these two leaders met. They might have organized the small matters, but now it was serious.

"Issac, open the case."

"Yes father."

Opening a wood briefcase he grabbed when they came into the secret room from a servant, he held it open before the pope. Inside the briefcase was a glock with a full magazine next to it and several bullets, softly held in place by red high grade fabric.

"This, this weapon. Why is it so small?"

"This is a civilian grade weapon in the lands we spoke about, the military grade are far bigger and more powerful."

The pope remained silent as he picked up the glock, Illnor was glued to it. He wanted one, but knew they only had one. Christopher handed the pope a small booklet, he grabbed it with one hand and kept looking at the gun.

"The weapon has been taken apart by us and we documented every piece, with the aid of Rohn we have made a replica. The issue is here."

Christopher picked up a bullet, and held it out.

"We don't have the process to create these, they are both smokeless and perfectly compact. We know they do have this technology perfected to the point where they have cannons that use larger of these."

"Cannons?!"

Illnor couldn't hold it in at the idea, a cannon that could fire non stop?! The idea was terrifying, his mind raced to a scene of his army being destroyed before it could do anything by such a weapon. The pope on the other hand kept holding the weapons, and he spoke seriously.

"This has happened before."

Christopher was confused at that response and waited patiently as the pope gathered his thoughts. He could tell whatever was coming next was going to be vital.

"In the past, there were no elves. Then suddenly one day a group appeared before us, nobody thought much of them. They taught the world many things but after a decade came, it happened."

Christopher had no records that dated back what he thought was thousand years ago, maybe even more than that.

"The world they came from connect to ours, and we at first didn't fight. Both sides shared and aided each other, that balance was soon broken after they realized we had so much more than they could have dreamed of. While their world only had nature, and magic for it we had countless different directions. They demanded our most treasured of magic rituals, the most secret of powers, even land to live upon."

"What happened?"

Christopher spoke for the group they wanted to know what happened, it made no sense any records didn't survive. With it being so severe of a situation he would expect even a legend to be told, but this was all new to him.

"Back then, the church ruled the entire world. Only small pockets run by the Monroe family were left out, it cost us everything. We lost millions of men, territories to new powers, and now some elves still exist in our world. We gave up removing them all when the connection was finally cut, but they must have not given up."