A/N: Hi again! The previous chapter was very short, which is why there's two chapters in one day. Enjoy!
Chapter one: The talk
It was midnight in the village of Lüfaen, but there were still voices to be heard from one house
Seven elves were sat around a table, six of them arguing, while one of them was sitting calmly.
"There's no point, staying here increases our chances of death, we must flee north." Phineas said.
"There are the other villages to protect us." Baljeetolas replied.
"The elves won't protect us, they'll protect themselves. I agree we should flee." Isabelle stated.
"Fleeing means we will starve and freeze. And we'll need to go through the desert." Ferb-a-lot commented.
"We have enough experience to survive." Bufavalous said.
"And say we do survive, how do we reach the Masters? For that, we will need to go through desert, then across half the north part into the icy capital. How will we get that far without being immortalized in ice? Since we have to travel some hundred kilometers, near a thousand." Hissed Candavere.
The final elf, who looked no more than twenty, stood, and everyone fell silent when the village elder stood; he spoke in his deep, ancient voice, "Why fight? While hunting, we collected animals' fur for exactly this: an emergency where we might suffer months of snow. There are enough trees in between us and the desert to make sleds for the elf villagers and we have enough horses to pull them. Before you comment, the horses will wear extra layers of fur. We have enough firewood, fruit and vegetables to bring with us. We cook on fire, so that will not be a problem. Finally, we have enough hunting experience to get meat even in the icy desert. It is decided, we flee. You cannot persuade me to stay. If we stay, we die. We have enough experience to survive therefore we go, hopeful-"
"But elder Rüzeika," Ferb-a-lot butted in, "our sleds will not be strong enough to take four hundred some elves through the desert."
"But the nomads in the desert, they can care for our horses and we can buy new sleds off of them," replied Rüzeika the elder, "I mean we have loads of gold we don't need. As I was saying, hopefully, we will find master Perrable and he will help us defeat Mallifischmirtz."
When the elder finished, everyone fell deep in thought. Baljeetolas knew he could not persuade him, so he asked, "When do we leave?"
Rüzeika sat down and leant back in his chair, "from tomorrow, everyone has two weeks to take everything that needs to be taken, which I will announce at breakfast tomorrow, load it onto wagons and in twenty days, we meet at the northern side of the village, and we head off."
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