True Elves
16 Then approaching the old man's forehead, still hanging over the crevice, he literally dug into his head, biting into the frontal bone, and then into the brain. Having broken through all the obstacles, the ball reached the pineal gland and began mental processing.
At the same time, the old man remained alive, because the memory eater knew exactly which parts of the brain could be damaged and which not, so that his victim would not die.
The body of the old man, which had subsided and hung like a whip, marked the end of the memory-eating procedure. The black ball flew out of the hole in her forehead and returned to Leiko, clearly demanding praise and affection from her for a job well done.
Having let the immovable old man fall freely into the crevice, the girl took the blackie and gently stroked him, praising him in a sweet voice for the work done.
The delighted lump flew up to her forehead and, beaming, conveyed the information that he could get from the old man, and specifically: knowledge of the language of the forest inhabitants.
In fact, the memory eater could easily extract up to fifty percent of all his memories from the unprotected mental sheath of a person, but he could only convey as much as the mind of the recipient could comprehend.
And even though the elves were strong in mind, and surpassed most of the living in its power, even they could not comprehend at once everything that the eater could get, so they decided to limit themselves to the most important, namely, the language of this primitive race.
- So, what's your name? Leiko asked in the native language of the forest dwellers.
Lucas, who was in real shock from everything that was happening, came to his senses a little from the soft and gentle voice of the girl.
"Mistress Ancestor, do you know our language?" asked Lucas respectfully, who wanted to bow, but could not do so, as he was still hovering over the crevasse.
"Now I know," Leiko said with a smile, "So what's your name?"
"I-I am Lucas, I am very glad to see you, ancestor. I'm sorry I can't fall at your feet, it's because, it's...
- Don't worry so much. Tell me, Lucas, who are these vile, uncultured creatures that dare to attack us, the kings of the elven race? - by the end of the sentence, the girl's gentle baritone distorted with anger.
The guy was terrified, Lucas was ready for anything in order to calm his ancestors, but he was sure that even the head removed from his shoulders could not atone for the guilt that the fools, whom he had previously considered the elite of his people, caused them to be great.
Tears welled up in his eyes,
"I don't know why they did that!" I swear, everyone in the settlement I know reveres their ancestors above the sky! Please have mercy on my people!
The girl was satisfied with the sincerity that the forest dweller showed her, she lowered him to the ground a little far from the edge of the crevice.
* * *
Asia, rushing at full speed towards the settlement, did not understand what was happening.
Recently, she felt a surge of mana of monstrous power, followed by a trembling of the earth, and before she had time to understand where this power came from, she felt several more bursts of mana, hardly inferior in strength to the first, at intervals of less than a minute.
"The Secret Garden is in Danger!" As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Asia rushed towards the settlement, urging her sled dogs with all her might.
"What is happening, who could attack us? None of the forest dwellers possess such power of magic, so it is used by a stranger? But who? You need to be careful and not make hasty decisions without understanding the situation. Where are grandparents now, have they returned already?..."
"So many questions and not a single answer, damn it!"
Approaching close to the settlement, Asia felt two terrifyingly strong auras. Of course, she already understood that beings capable of such strong bursts of mana must be very powerful, but such a level of power was a revelation to her.
Never before had she met such powerful creatures, her body was literally shaking, and thoughts of escape began to swarm in her head.
"Not! I can't leave my people and run away, I have to do my best!"
Gathering her courage, the girl stepped forward ...
A huge cleft, oval in shape, opened up to her gaze, the bottom of which she did not see because of the angle of view from which she looked at it.
Suddenly, a man whose strength was beyond Asia's comprehension soared from this crevice.
The girl staggered back, her beautiful eyes widened under a bird mask, she did not expect that one of these mighty auras would belong to a person.
Looking closely, the girl sank to the ground. The man who soared was what her people called the true elves, the kings of the race, the great ancestors, famous for centuries for their incredible magic.
A man hovering above the ground with a fierce expression immediately noticed Asia and raised his hand, beckoning her with his finger.
Asia swallowed, she wanted to run away as far as possible and never come back, but she could not forget her duty to people, to her people.
Rising, she put her dress in order and, dismissing her sled dogs, which, despite their large size and formidable appearance, pressed their heads to the ground, whining in fear, afraid even to look in the direction of the soaring true elf, from whom they did not flee only from -for great devotion to the hostess.
Asia, taking off her mask and lowering her head, went towards the one who seemed to have exactly come down from the pages of the books that her parents read to her.
Having reached the break in the ground, the girl stopped, thinking about which side it would be better to get around.
Suddenly she felt someone's hand on her shoulder, sharply turning around, she saw a fabulously beautiful girl in a magnificent black dress.
Without a doubt, this woman was of the same blood as that great husband who now soared above the earth and, apparently, was also an ancestor.
To be honest, the images of these two were so exactly a repetition of what was described in the legends that for a moment Asia doubted their authenticity, sinning that someone simply decided to pretend to be their ancestors, having learned from somewhere how they are described in books.
Only now the monstrous power emanating from the beautiful body of a woman instantly brought her to her senses.
Without a doubt, these two are great ancestors, true elves who fought on countless battlefields along with dragons and giants, muggles and demons.
- Who are you? the girl in black asked with a smile.
Asia was not at a loss, immediately knelt down and, bowing to the floor, in a tone on the verge of politeness and pleading, said:
"I am Asia Borni, the first heiress of the Borni family and the tenth member of the council of elites. With all respect and respect, I bow my head before the great ancestor, appealing to his mercy and favor.