This is a short prelude as to why Sportacus doesn't have a wife. Long before he protected the children and citizens of Latibær, he was a simple elf, living his life the way elves do until one fateful morning he was encountered by a beautiful woman and things go from there.

A Prelude to Sportacus

Latibær,

Zanna stared out her window at the fog, she recounted that early morning when she saw the elf come out of the clouds and sprinkle some dust on her garden, he didn't see her. In a matter of hours all of her flowers grew to adulthood. This man, this fairy or whatever he was, was strikingly handsome. She had never seen such an example before as most men of the town were attractive but not like this. She wondered about him as she looked up knowing that he was up there amidst the clouds beyond the haze. How could she meet him? He surely would vanish like a ghost if he caught sight of her, for humans were not allowed to see elves.

She heard a noise behind her and spun around, a man was standing in the shadows, she could not see his face. "Now I am bound to you, do you realise what you've done?" He said.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?" She raised her voice a notch, scared out of her night gown of what he might do.

But he kept a cool tone, "I am the elf, Baldur. You saw me in your garden."

She pulled her collar closer to her throat and quivered, "what do you want?"

"In our lore, if a human catches sight of us, we are stuck to that being forever. Now I am here to do your bidding. I cannot leave your side. You realise how unhappy you've made me? My freedom is gone now thanks to you."

She stuttered and squinted, trying to see through the darkness. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to SEE you, it was by accident."

He stepped closer and now she could see him a little bit, he was wearing a cap and medieval clothing. He was dressed like he was hundreds of years old. She could see that he had wicked azure eyes but could not make out the shade of his hair as it was covered. His was young though perhaps in his twenties according to human years.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, whispering.

"First of all," he started, his voice was soft and caring. "Tell me your name, dear girl?"

She hesitated and turned away in fear. "And then what will you do?"

"I will be yours."

"I'm not telling you my name, some elves are tricky, you may try to eat me."

"I could, but I won't. Now what is your name?"

She turned to him finally. "It's Zanna."

He smiled, and she could see a thin moustache above his upper lip. "Tonight, while it's still young and before the dawn comes, I will take you to my craft and show you places beyond Latibær."

He held out his hand to her. She stared at it and then at his face. "Do you expect me to trust you?"

"Yes, do you promise never to tell a soul that I was in your room?"

"No one would believe me if I told them."

"Perhaps they would, but what you are about to experience tonight will only sound like the wild dreams of a fanatical girl."

"I will go with you, if you promise not to hurt me."

"I promise."

She put her hand in his and he lead her to the window, they went out and he flew upward. Her hand clasped tighter out of fear he might let her go. They soared hard and fast through the nightly mist and soon a hot air balloon came into view. He helped her into the basket and ignited the fire to sail away through the clouds. Zanna wondered where he was taking her, but now that they were out of the fog she could see him perfectly in the moonlight. He stared at her for a long time and sent shivers down her back.

She never had an elf bound to her. This was too strange. She never had any friends, she was a loner, but this person, this creature was very interested in her acquaintance. She decided to let things happen naturally and let the elf have his way with her, if he promised not to harm her, then what good was there worrying about him?

They ascended into the star-filled sky, it seemed as though they were all falling at once all around them. The moon was spinning like a plate. What was happening? She felt queasy and drowsy.

Zanna closed her eyes just for a second, and that second was all she needed to pass out…