"Division 9! Guard the cafeteria! The humans will come through there first! Divisions 3 and 4! Guard the front door! Don't let them through!"
I sat in the fourth grade classroom, listening to Kyle give orders to the other elves, who were preparing for the final battle with the humans. I just hoped that Sage's plan was going to work. I know that Dragonborns are known for their incredible ability to get the truth out of people, but I was still unsure whether or not he really could find the Stick. I mean, if neither the elves nor the humans had it, then who did? The Twitter raven had said that Cartman was hiding it in his desk, but the humans had gotten a similar message about Kyle. Either way, this was not going to be a simple fight.
"I'm going to guard the front entrance, too." I told Kyle once the other elves had left. He turned to me and glared.
"Oh no you don't, Stan! You haven't recovered from your fight with the New Kid!" he said angrily, placing himself firmly in my path.
I sighed. I knew he wasn't going to let me leave easily. Ever since we secretly started dating after the Black Friday incident, Kyle has been very protective over me. He is almost always by my side during battle and we've been having sleepovers at least once a week (just to hang out, and maybe a few make-out sessions, you perverts). I don't mind spending more time with him. I had really missed him when our friendship was being tested. But still…
"Do you really think they can hold back the New Kid?" I asked my king, "He's wiped out most of our warriors, and now's he's managed to get the Goth Kids to join his side."
"He knocked you out, too!" Kyle reminded me, poking my chest to emphasize his point as he continued to glare at me.
"Actually, we knocked EACH OTHER out." I corrected him, crossing my arms and puffing out my chest (hey, it's a pretty damn good accomplishment, even if it was planned), "Even if he defeats me, I'll still weaken him. More so than the other elven warriors, anyway."
"No! I forbid it!" Kyle shouted at me, his adamant personality coming into play, "If it comes down to that, I'll fight him myself! I'm not letting you get hurt like that again!"
I sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to give in easily, and grabbed his arms.
"Stan? What are you-" Kyle began, but was cut off as I closed what little distance there was between us, trapping his lips with my own. I could practically feel him melting into my arms. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but the passion behind it could be felt for minutes afterward. I gazed into his emerald eyes as he gazed into my sapphire ones.
"Kyle, you are the King of the Elves." I said gently, tightening my arms as I pulled him close, "And I am the Ranger Champion. It is my duty to protect you with my life, and I will gladly give it for you. Therefore, I have to get out there and fight, or I don't deserve to be a Ranger."
Kyle blinked at me a few times, processing all that I said, before resting his head on my shoulder.
"I hear you, Stan." he said, his voice almost a whisper, "…Very well. You may guard the front door. But don't take any unnecessary risks. That wouldn't help anybody."
I smiled and stepped back, kneeling before my king. I took his hand and brought it to my lips.
"As you wish, my Lord." I said, rising and walking out the door, heading for the front of the school. As I left, I heard the Elf King's last wish.
"Be safe, my love."