Dear All,

I know, I have yet to finish my other fanfitions. But I just can't wait. I've been storing this idea for years!

This just has to go out despite my only managing to churn out 2 chapters for now.

A toast to those who loves Levi Ackerman.

Enjoy.

Artemis615

Kapitel 1 – Elusive El

I solemnly swear upon my soul and the entire Wall Maria's one-third of a human population that I am positively normal.

Yes. Normal. I'm just average.

I'm a short piece of a human. Nothing flattering. Everything screamed Plain Jane and all. Plus I'm an orphan. No parents alive, and I'm the type of human that no one would notice even if I'm swallowed by a Titan or gone missing.

I'm usually tasked with the laundries. Blood can be hard to wash off the uniforms of the soldiers, but I'm good at washing white stuff. They're sparkling white when I'm done, and yeah, I admit, I love it when things are clean. Not as much a clean freak like the infamous Captain Levi, whom I have never had the privilege to meet before in my miserable years in the Survey Corps.

Oh, did I mention where I'm working right now?

I'm working at the Survey Corps.

Yeeep.

Yeah, some cadets and soldiers are given punishments to wash the laundries. It's one of Captain Levi's notorious punishments. It's either that or to muck out the horse shits at the stables. But I'm no cadet. Nah, my small body stature is just not made out for it. I wish I'm a soldier material though, but oh well.

I'm the Wash Maids.

But then again, I'm also the Tea Lady.

I'm also occasionally at the apothecary or the hospitals in case their staffs runs low – as in, their staff got chomped up by Titans so I had to replace the chomped up ones.

Basically, it's easier to say yes than to say no. I know the other girls are taking advantage of me just being nice to everyone. I tried to take it positively – that I'll be better experienced in doing everything than be like them stuck with only knowing how to do one job. Jack of all trades is better than being a master of one.

But I'm never near the cadets. I'm never near the dining hall. I'm never sweeping the floors and cleaning the toilets. The other girls just decided I'm good enough not appearing with them at the halls – swinging their hips and purse their lips in hopes to land themselves a handsome hunk or Captain Levi himself.

Or Commander Erwin himself.

Yeah right. Dream on bitches. These men (as in the Captain and the Commander) are never gonna bat their eyes or mourn for your death if you happen to die on the field one day. Given the situation, if they deem it far too dangerous for the soldiers to retrieve your chomped-up corpse, they will leave you right where the Titans dropped you to rot under the sun out there beyond the wall, far away from your families (if you have one and not an orphan like me). They have too much important things to think and discuss and worry about rather than a lowly server's life who can't do jack shit other than helping soldiers jacking off.

Oh yes. Did I mention that I am one of the Washers who tag along whenever there is an expedition?

Oh well. Now you know.

Yes. I am a listed permanent Washer whenever there is an expedition. I participated in all expeditions, and when I arrived, its either I am there first as the first aider, or I am there to help clean piles of bloodied clothes up, or I am there to simply clean the blood and dirt off all the horses.

But while we were travelling in the expedition, I ride with the Medics. Somehow they have deemed my life a little more precious than those servers and other washers; hence I'm riding with them. They're the most protected ones in the expedition.

Despite my small stature, I am quite a good rider. I'm one of their fastest riders in the Medic group with any horses. Maybe the reason why my horse seems to ride faster is because I'm as light as a handful of feathers.

Being mini is not so bad in the squad. Maybe.

I've been with the Survey Corps for as long as I can remember. I have one huge secret that no one else knows (hopefully no one else knows, really). My huge secret has something to do with the Commander Erwin. I've joined roughly at the same time he joins the Survey Corps. I'm not a spy, nope; just a normal person with an extraordinary relationship with the now Commander Erwin that no one seems to know in the Survey Corps.

I'm actually the Commander's-

"Freya!" someone screamed my name amidst all the washing sound. Dear me, did I did something wrong again?

"Here!" I shouted back, standing up and wiping my hands with my apron. We washers have a kinda uniform that we kind of wear day and night with an exception for holidays and off days. I could bet with all my savings that the creator of this blasted piece of uniform had a perverted mind intact and a well-functioning enough brain to design the crisscross chest openings that ties up into a ribbon depending on how tight or how much cleavage you wanna show. Obviously, the washers who join the Survey Corps all had one thing in mind – a quick fling and quick money.

Too much cleavage equals to a guaranteed hunk in bed every night.

It's not that prostitution is around here in the Survey Corps. It's just that the other bitches were cunning enough to hook up to one smitten soldier, get them to hand all of their money and life savings over before an expedition, and prayed hard they die on the battlefield. Harsh and cold-blooded praying murderers, I'd say these bitches are. They just prayed for the soldiers to die.

But that's how they get their money. The Washes pay ain't enough to fuel their expensive lingerie and their powders and makeups. Just flash your boobies and spread your legs a few time for one man, and pray hard they die in the next expedition. Simple money! Those are the words the washes had laughed about while washing bloodied white Oxfords.

I trotted quickly towards the person who had yelled my name. It was the Tea Brewer.

"Is it the usual?" I asked, knowing what I had to do when my name is called by this particular person.

Apparently, the infamous Captain Levi loves my hand brew tea. I actually did nothing to the tea, just following the exact same method the Tea Brewers had been doing all these while. It's just a coincident that the one who brewed Captain Levi's tea had a shitty stomach, and had grabbed hold onto the nearest person to them at that time, all the while clutching to their thundering stomach and pushed the responsibility to them.

That unlucky person is me.

I did as she told me to, and when I'm done, I was pushed back out to wash the clothes. You're filthy. The Captain will flip the whole tea tray at you if you send it up to him.

Well, I found out later the person who send the tea over to the Captain was trying to seduce him. It seems that if he finds you enticing enough, he'd sleep with you. Rumours had it that he's a Sex God, and it's not like those half-an-hour fuck that I heard from the occasional Washers who prayed for the soldiers to die so they can get their money, but it's those all-night fuck that had you screaming for it to end.

So what I thought is, he's just that good that people are begging for him to end it. Dear me, it sounds just as bad as a half-an-hour fuck. Not that I've done it before, but I've heard enough from the Washers that I no longer blush and my mind is officially not a virgin like my body is anymore.

Happiest thing is the Captain liked my tea. Bad thing is, all the credit goes to the one who send it up.

Fuck bitches. Just fuck them all.

I had to tell her how to brew it, and I told her I followed the recipe exactly as it is, and it came from a book containing all the Captains, high ranking Officers as well as the Commander's favourite way of having their tea brewed.

She did it, and it didn't work.

I really laughed when someone gossiped about how the Captain had flipped the tea tray right back at her when the tea he drank is not the same as the ones I've brewed for him. I stopped laughing when the realization came down on me.

That was the day I was given another job – Tea Lady.

They gave me the title Tea Lady instead of Tea Brewer because I only brew for one person and one person only – the dreaded Captain Levi sans Sex God. Fuck, I'm going to die.

Still, I am not the one who sends the tea to him. They still deem me too filthy to be in the presence of the great Captain Levi. Yeah right, like you bitches ain't aiming for that spot between his legs to be in between your legs.

Since I became Tea Lady, Captain Levi has ceased flipping tea trays at those who sends up the tea to him. Gosh, he's a grumpy cat.

That's what I've heard.

"Do it quick. He's pissed that someone else sends him a duplicated fake product of your handiwork," the Tea Brewer said to me. I looked behind her and saw a group of bitches patting the back of one soaking wet bitch, who is crying into her hands with the leftover tell-tale tea leaves on her hair.

"He didn't even look at me!" the soaking wet bitch said, bawling and crying pitifully at her failed attempt at seducing the Captain. Heck, her boobs are all but exploding from the corset! Even I wanna hurl at the sight of those distorted shape of her boobs, let alone the Captain who suffers the brunt of the unwanted attention.

"Understood Ma'am," I bowed just a teeny bit at her and takes a deep breath. God knows why the Captain prefers my handiwork, but I'm glad of the short respite from having to wash so many loads of white clothes. Then again, I could just hear the giggling of the other Washer bitches adding their pile of their work to mine. I take back my words. I'm not glad. I got fucked again.

I took a jar of honey and added one teaspoon to it into the pot. Next, I add three teaspoons of tea leaves into the pot; one for the pot, and two for the Captain. I swear the Captain drinks tea as if he's a much parched man having nothing else other than Tea to drink. He finishes the tea leaves faster than any other officers could! Working quickly, I poured the hot water into the teapot and let it brew for exactly one minute. I don't know why, but it's kind of like an instinct. If it's too long, it'll get bitter. If it's just 30 seconds, the tea would be too bland. One minute sounds just fine to me.

Counting down the seconds in my head, I took out the porcelain teacup that I heard the Captain likes and placed it on the tray on top of its counterpart saucer. And at the 30th second, a familiar soft fluffy rub at my ankle lets me know of my visitor.

"Mraawww~" a black cat with shining green eyes looked up at me happily. Purring contentedly, it begun to twist itself around my ankle lovingly, vying for attention. "Mrawwwww~"

"Alright, alright. I'll be done soon," I said to the cat, knowing as well it's time for me to visit the stable. The laundries can wait for all I care. I had orders from the Stable Master himself to clean the stables and feed the horses.

As for why I am at the stables, there is also a valid reason for it. Before joining the Survey Corps, my family breeds horses for the army. I am the only heir to their vast horse breeding business and I was taught everything about horses.

Only that we realized too late until tragedy struck. Apparently, being too successful draws unwanted attention, just like the Captain drawing the attention of all those Succubus in the kitchen and washings department. I was out with my cousin, and when we're back, my family was slaughtered and all the family treasures cleaned out. The house was also burnt down. I was left penniless in the span of hours that day.

Of course, those crooks stole the company's official business registration form and bogusly lied and said my father passes on the business to the other horse breeding vendors. The excuse is a pathetic one; I'm a female.

Fortunately, my cousin's family is all too glad to take me in, an orphan overnight. However, I didn't want to burden them, and joined the Survey Corps alongside my cousin. My cousin is not all that keen to let his only living little sister cousin out there on the battlefield, and had made me promise myself that I am to never join the battlefield.

I promised.

It's just that he didn't know I've crossed my finger in my pocket when I gave him that promise.

He backed me up subtly and introduced me into the stables and washing department. I got both jobs on day one interview.

When the tea is done, I poured the tea into the teacup and press on the bell. The moment it rings, three beautiful bitches with their boobs overflowing over the top of their corset appeared out of nowhere.

"We'll take it from here," one of them smiled at me beautifully. I was hit with a pang of jealousy. I could never be that pretty; plain, maybe - but not pretty.

"Thank you for your hard work," I said to them, bowing slightly as a sign of respect. They are not the ones who had ever tampered with the load of my washing loads. They're just helpers in the kitchen.

"No, thank you, darling! You just made our day!" they said to me, and scurried off with the tray in one of their hands. Their excuse? When the Captain flips, they needed help to carry the spurned one back to the kitchen.

Yep, a glance at the Captain would make them happy enough. Even right now, as they anticipate the Captain waiting in his room, they gleefully giggled and bounced in their steps.

I've never seen the Captain before. Yeah, consider it a funny thing. What I know of the Captain all came from gossips, and I have keen ears so I picked up almost everything. He's 160cm tall, which is deemed as short with all these towering giant soldiers around us, he's good looking as fuck and he's a Sex God. The grumpiness stuck with him as well as a crazy level of clean freak.

Well, who wouldn't be a clean freak considering they killed Titans and saw their comrades die in every expedition? I wouldn't blame the man for being what he is today considering his other title by humankind.

I personally deem being a clean freak is actually a good thing. Some other people took to alcohol and sleep as a countermeasure for depression and trauma. That could create a whole lot of mess and vomit-soaked clothe for me to wash. Being a clean freak is definitely better.

Then again, it's just a suggestion. The Captain doesn't sound like someone who easily takes to depression and trauma from seeing his comrades die. He sounded like someone who would stand back up and continue to fight for the sake of all the dead soldiers as he stood upon the mountain of corpses, fighting still the Titans who loom beyond the Walls with their monstrosity.

He's not known as Humanity's Strongest Soldier for nothing.

And yep, after the tea is well on its way to the devil's den, I am well on my way as well to the stable.

But before that…

"Please take back the laundries that all of you have added," I said to no one in particular, seeing the impossibly tall mountain of dirty laundries while the other washers had their mini small pile of clothes, all done washing while they giggle amongst themselves at me. "I said please take back your portion."

"What portion?" one of them giggled at me. Sauntering up to me with one bucket balanced on her hips while the other pointed right at me, she said in a disgustingly high-pitched tone and smiled sweetly at me, "You'd better clean them all up. If you start now, you might finish before noon. You're the best at washing, aren't you Freya?"

With that, all of them laughed and sauntered off to seduce another poor soul.

I swear all of them are Succubus in disguise of a bitch in heat.

Just because I am the best at washing doesn't mean it comes easy. I've washed so many clothes that I just become good at it. My cat, Freiheit, is a little young kitty that sauntered up to me and deemed me its mistress. Or rather, I'm its personal human slave whom obeys with anything it asks with the way it sat on my shoulder and plopped against the back of my head with its two front paws dangling in front of me. It's too young to fend for itself, and hence it latched onto the first human that showed it kindness – me.

In all, I'm glad for a little furry friend with me. I had one in the forest around Wall Maria – it was a little baby Elk. It got smuggled into the Wall from the Outside and escaped from the ones who had smuggled it. Seeing my friend all grown up would be the happiest thing that happens for an expedition, that that is one of the only things that I am looking forward to.

Sighing, I sat back down on my wooden stool and start on the monstrous pile of dirty clothes.

"Why didn't you fight back?" a deep voice asked in a lazy tone to no one.

That surprised me so much I almost toppled right into the wash basin myself.

I turned around. The man himself is not as tall as all those soldiers I've seen before from the point of view of a Washer. I am always at the back of the building or at the forest picking herbs or at the hospital as an anonymous nurse. I'm invisible, so I see more things than most people do. The Titans are the worst sort of existence out there that ever had the galls to get breathed into existence, but the kitchen ladies and the other laundry washers are a nightmare to behold every day.

But all in all, we're safe. We're not the front liners. We get to survive.

I see most of the soldiers from where I am usually at – washing clothes. They would fly in with their 3DMG gears into the forest to train, and came back with a satisfied tired look on their face. Flying sounds fun, but you can't all enjoy it all the time with eyes closed. You'd get chomped up by Titans quicker than you can yell your mom's name.

This guy is their version of a short. I'd say 'their version', because I am in fact shorter than this guy is. Hell, I only came up to his nose I think, or perhaps his chin. But by god, this man is beyond beautiful.

His black hair shiny and clean, with a neat undercut that gives him a very clean profile... Everything he is just screams clean. He's wearing a white Oxford shirt, and it's so white that it seemed as if he is glowing in it. One hand in his pocket whiles the other just rest languidly by the side of his body. Gods…he's so cool.

Wait. That shirt. No one can wash that good except me.

"That's the shirt I washed," I said, pointing my finger at his shirt. He cocked one elegant eyebrow up and looked down onto his shirt. I just couldn't help it. I washed all shirts, and I recognize the ones I've washed. Just take it as a weird thing of mine. "Please don't dirty it as much. It's really hard to wash off stains from white shirts."

"And yet you did it just fine," he said to me, gesturing at all the white laundries hanging on my side of the laundry lines. White linen and white clothes, white pants as well; they're all sparkling white and clean.

"I like to see things clean," I answered, shrugging my shoulders and continue to wash. Dumping the now clean shirt into a pail of clean water, I rinsed it off soap and stood up to hang it up to dry. "It's a pleasure of sort to see clean crisp whiteness hanging on the laundry line. They give me a sense of tranquillity to see them dry from afar."

"You still haven't answered my questions," the guy asked again, persistently stubborn for an answer from me.

I blinked, feigning innocence.

Apparently, that didn't work for a guy like him.

"I was asking for an answer just now, why didn't you fight back? Its not a fair game they're playing there," he said again, walking nearer to me and looked down on me with his cool uninterested eyes.

Except that they glinted with interest at me.

Wait. At me? Really?

Damn. This man makes heart flutters around easily enough.

I sighed.

"Shit happens. I know my limit. I'm not strong enough to go against all those bitches. I stayed in one room with them. If I insist and things got worse, I could end up sleeping on a soaked filthy bed," I answered, picking up shirt number 16 as I begun to wash again. This one is not as dirty, good. I can just give it a few scrubs and rinse it up.

"How about reporting?" he asked, sauntering closer to where I am sitting. "The investigations for bullying are thorough, and the punishment is swift and heavy for it."

I sighed again in defeat.

"Don't do that," he chided me.

I widen my eyes.

"D-Do?" I asked, not sure what he meant by 'don't do that'. Was he referring to me not reporting or allowing them to bully me with all the extra pile of clothes?

"Don't moan like you're a defeated person. You haven't even start the game yet," he said to me, his grey gaze strikingly hard, as if he wanted me to not feel defeated and instead defend myself.

Defend myself…sure…if I could join the Survey Corps as one of their soldiers instead of a washer or a Tea Lady.

Freiheit meowed at him loudly and suddenly, I don't feel my cat's weight on my shoulder anymore. Turning around, Freiheit is sitting on the guy's shoulder instead!

"Freiheit!" I hissed at my cat. It's rude to just jump up to someone's shoulder and rub your head on someone's cheek!

The guy held up one of his hand to me, his expression nonchalant as he waves off my frustration with my cat. "It's alright. I know this cat… didn't know it has an owner and a name."

Oh, Freiheit knows this person. Lucky pussy.

I blinked.

Lucky? Since when I've deemed it lucky to know this person?

"It's pathetic, but he's kind of my only friend around here in the Washings," I explained, relaxing a bit as Freiheit enjoys rubbing itself on him. Lucky bastard.

Wait. What?!

"What are all those around you then?" He asked again. Gosh, this guy has a lot of questions for a man who has an expression of a frozen peapod! He gestured towards the empty stools of the other Washers and the Tea Brewers and Servers. "They're humans. Surely one of them is a friend of yours rather than having an animal as your only friend?"

I chuckled and shake my head in disbelieve at the questions he hurled at me. Me? Being friends with them? Well fuck me.

"It seems to them I am not beautiful or tall enough to be their friend, let alone pretty. I'm just a normal plain Jane around here. Not having a friend is not a big deal."

"You've underestimated yourself, teacup," the man said to me, the wind picking up just a lil bit to ruffle his hair fondly. Damn, that looks sexy. "If I'd say," he continued his voice in monotone while glancing at me sideways. "They can't even be compared up to you."

I'm stunned. What did this guy mean by that? Did he just say none of the other girls are prettier than me?

Dear me, I'm hearing things today.

"Now, go and prepare another pot of tea for Captain Levi. Send it to his room later," the man said and turned around with Freiheit on his shoulder, walking forward without another beat. "Freiheit will be with me until then."

"W-Wait!" I called out to him. "I didn't get your name, Sir-?"

What a way to pick up a line, girl.

The beautiful man turned around and looked at me intensely with his greyish-blue eyes. They were sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight. His whole profile is just so beautiful I wanted to cry. I talked to a beautiful man today. And he didn't scorn me like the rest of the soldiers did – bet those bitches tell tales behind my back with all the giggling after I walk pass them.

"I'm L," he said to me. El? No family name? Oh well, might as well just accept it and don't pressure him.

Lest he ran away.

Good God, what happened to me!? I know he's beautiful, but this instant attraction is just too much! Get it together, Freya Walker!

"El? Like E and L?" I asked stupidly, wanting to drag the conversation longer. It's refreshing to talk to someone sometimes instead of asking questions to a cat who only meows back at you. "I'm Freya Walker."

"Whatever. Just get the tea ready." El said to me, walking back through the back door of the castle.

Standing up and wiping my hands on my apron, I entered the back door and realized that no one is in the kitchen. Everyone is at the dining place, helping and serving food and tea to the hungry soldiers. So that's why he sought me out. Bummer, and here I thought someone sincere finally dropped from heaven to me.

I took out a pot, put honey and tea leaves and poured hot water into it. Waiting for exactly one minute, I poured out the tea and lifted up the tray.

For once, I'm stepping out of the back kitchen.

"This way," El said to me suddenly from behind my back. I almost jerked my tea tray. Lucky me, I'm the kind of person who just lifts their shoulders when they're surprised. Like a turtle tucking in their neck when danger is near.

El is danger enough. Danger, danger, pants on fire. I'm no liar so I think this will do.

"Please don't do that next time," I said to El, chiding him a little with a glare. "Or I might just flip this try of tea on you like the Captain did to the servers."

El gave out what sounded like a snigger. "Serves them right for admitting into something they didn't do. There is only one right flavour for the tea, and yours smelled just right like it."

I chuckled. "What? Have you ever tasted my tea before?" I said to El and chuckled again. El seemed to be silently contemplating something as I continued. "For all I know, they only ask me to brew tea for the Captain Levi and no one else since everyone is okay with anything. But not the Captain, he's just fussy with who brew his tea."

"Maybe it just shows how much of an expert in tea tasting he is then," El answered me, looking at me sideways as he leads me up the stone halls and up the stairs to a series of corridors.

"Good thing this is only a one-time thing, or else I'll just get hopelessly loss in here," I said to him in relieve. He snickered again.

Somehow in the short time frame we are together, I managed to define some of his actions meanings. If he raised one eyebrow, it either means he is impressed or he is surprised. If he snickers, it means danger.

Dear me, he is looking at me sideways.

"Who ever said this is only a one-time thing?" he said to me, snickering again.

Gods above, I sensed this man is a devil.

"I'm a Washer," I defended. "Like you said, I'm doing a good job at that. I'm just so good with washing that they're never gonna let me go that easily. They'll kick me out to wash as soon as I've done brewing the Captain's tea."

He snickers again. What the hell… I've begun to suspect that this guy main reason to snicker is to hint on some evil master plan that he's going to carry out soon.

Never mind his snickering then. If he doesn't believe me, then so be it. No one will let me get away from Washing. As he leads me along the corridors, I walked by him marvelling at the stonework and the view outside the windows. It's a marvellous view up here. The wind is blowing in so pleasantly that I wish I had a room somewhere up here.

"Never been up here before?" he asked. His eyes are glinting in some way, and I again sensed another wave of strange motive from him. Freiheit seems to be fine by it, and then I guess it's just me overthinking.

"Nop," I said to him, walking faster to keep up with his long legs. Mine are rather short since I'm so mini short. Damn, I really came up only up to his chin. "There is no reason to send a Washer up here. I might be the Tea Lady, but at the end of the day I'm just a nobody down there behind the castle. If I were to get chomped up by Titans during an expedition, no one would be bothered to look for me. It's just my fate."

"We're here," El said suddenly, stopping in his tracks. I almost bumped into is arm, thankful that I managed to stop at the right moment with everything intact on my tea tray.

I was gonna start chiding him again when he opens the door and motioned his head into the room. "Go on. Place it on the table."

"Y-You didn't knock!" I stuttered, mouth gaping widely as all sorts of thoughts went through my head. This is the room of the Captain Levi. The Captain Levi. No one just opens the door and walk in! They'll be dead before they can breathe their next breath!

"Relax, teacup. It's fine. See for yourself," El said to me, pushing my back into the room and gestured to the desk where I can settle the tea tray on it. I visibly relaxed my tense shoulder when I realized the office is empty and set the tea tray down. El plopped himself on a nearby sofa and crossed his leg.

Casually.

Like this is his office.

"God be damn, El," I started, eyes wide with terror at whomever that is going to walk through the door. Please don't let it be the Captain. "Let's get out of here before you're toasted alive by the Captain!"

El ignored my warnings and gestured with his hand towards the small desk beside the huge desk set in the centre of the room. "What do you think about paper works, teacup?" he asked, while Freiheit languidly strode down from his shoulder and curled up in his lap like it's the most natural thing he had done in its entire 6 months life. "Or better yet, can you read?"

It sounded so insulting I almost exploded. "Of course I can read! Erwi- I mean, I grew up reading books!"

El cocked one eyebrow up at the sound of the almost-name that I nearly pronounced with my stupid spur-of-the-moment anger. Honestly, this guy goes prancing around asking people if they could read. Honestly, everyone goes to school or at the very least can read!

R-Right?

Damn, now I ain't sure about it myself. I never knew if there is anyone in the Survey Corps who couldn't read.

"Good then," El nodded his head and patted Freiheit abdomen. Freiheit seemed to understand the signal for it to scram the hell away from El's lap to allow him to stand up. "Now you can go back to whatever it is you're doing, teacup."

"I don't need you to tell me that," I bite back. This guy wanna play? Game is on then. "I'll never come back here again anyway."

"Oh, I beg to differ," El said with a snicker. There, there, that feeling again whenever he snickers. I just know that he's up to something with that snicker of his. Freiheit climbed my skirt and sat on my shoulder with a small 'meow' before starting to purr with delight at my body warmth. I'm walking out of the door and ignored him wholeheartedly.

"Whatever that you beg from me, you shall be granted it," I said to him while walking out, knowing I will never return here again, lest to see him again. He's short. He'll not survive the expedition.

Surely.

I can make a mountain full of promise and none of them will be fulfilled by me. This guy will be gone by next expedition. If not, the next expedition. "I can give you ten promises and agree to everything you want and you will not even live up to getting me to fulfil my first promise."

"I'll take your word for it then," El said with a glint in his greyish-blue eyes. "10 promises." Gods, they're so beautiful.

I wanna slap myself.

"Go on," I said to him. "You'll not survive in the next expedition for sure. I'm not afraid of a little promise."

"Mark my words then, Teacup," he called me with that nickname again. But then again, I am teacup size. "Your fate will change from henceforth."

End of Kapitel 1: Elusive El
Updated on: 24th March 2020