Chapter 2: Great reunions

Commander Leon Black was in his nice office mending some paper work, which were mostly just some vacations slips. He sighed raising his eyes from the boring paper work. He got up slowly and looked out the window, where busy magical creatures were scurrying about and futuristic cars were zooming by. It had been almost three weeks since they had seen some field action. Sayeed, the technical genius was busy scanning for any illegal actions. He missed the good all days where he would have to hack into the most complicated computer systems and devise cunning plans for his friends to follow. He turned back to his work; a huge machine gun with ten revolving barrels was laid in front him. He inserted a minute, translucent chip into the gun and raised it carefully examining it closely. Perfect! Now for the finishing touch; he held the giant weapon on his fingertips that were glowing a feverish red. The huge machine gun now had a red aurora around it, the spell disappeared and the gun was now light as a feather. Leon walked into the room, looking bored.
"What do you think?" the exited genius asked, holding up his precious new invention.
The commander examined it closely and held it up aiming at water pitcher. "The handle is a little rigid and it looks very primitive."
The misunderstood elf sat up and took his invention. "You should turn it on before you criticize it."
The machine now had small, white dots at the tip of the barrels that traced white lines back to the handle that made it glow dimly. The commander smiled and took the now active futuristic weapon; it vibrated slightly loading his statistic information. "I inserted a memory chip that scans your DNA so only you can use it. The potential thief will have about one thousand watts driven through his body as soon as he touches it. It also reacts to the sensors in your helmet so if you hold the trigger down it will fire and trace the hostiles."
"So what does it fire, exactly?"
"Well, it has three settings: warn, tranquilize and kill. These are changed according to the target. The projectiles themselves are plasma balls that change their speed according to the setting. The warn is actually just a flare that goes out with a boom, so you can use it if your lost and communication is down. Anything else?"
"Does it have a manual button?"
The elf chuckled; nothing satisfied his friend like open range shooting. "Yup! Special just for you. Oh and if u push the small grey button it becomes a compact size baton." He said pushing a grey button next to the shooter's thumb, transforming the weapon into a small grey baton. Just then a beeping sound filled the sensitive ears of the elves. A small picture of a black human car appeared on the plasma screen in the Operations Chamber. "FBI. must be an alien sighting." the elf started typing on his keyboard; the characters in scripted on the buttons were in elvish (like the ones in LOTR). "Ah! GPA tracking system, perfect." the genius started typing again and the car on the screen stopped moving. "That- " but the commander was already gone.
In fifteen minutes a full squad of elves was assemble in front of General Drake's office. Wei, Leon and Orias were dressed in white jumpsuits that glowed slightly; this was a mythril coated jumpsuit of nano machines that protected the M.C.P.A. units from elements of the upper world. The nano machines also fixed the suit, if the unit was shot for instance. In the commanders' hands was a full head helmet, also white and also crawling with nano machinery. It included 100 watt lights, a minute camera, so whatever the unit saw was transmitted back to base. It had oxygen tanks that could last for one hour; a dictionary of every language know to man and elf, it could give thermal readings, x-ray images, and could zoom in and out on demand (this was on the visor) plus many more functions. It outlined the mouth, but a ventilated mask could be activated for the face as well, and a small microphone was inserted where the pointy ears would be.
"Alright men" said the general. "You all know your mission: memory wipe the humans and direct the aliens to the nearest port. Lieutenant Wilbert will be accompanying you." A short skinny elf walked into the room, looking very anxious. As well he should've been, not many M.C.P.A. agents got to work with these three legends. He had two buck teeth and large, square, black glasses. The commanders snickered under their breath and clenched their fists trying not to burst with laughter; this was probably the worst one they had seen yet. Seriously. Wilbert? What kind of mama's boy name was that? This would be so much fun.
The elves were fully suited and were now boarding a shuttle, being waved at by the onlookers. The nerdy Lieutenant waved back, allowing his partners a good laugh. The shuttle was ready for liftoff.
"Before we go, I want to say it is such a privilege to be working with you." Announced the rookie. "So let's lock an-" the speech was cut short as the skinny elf was slammed back into his chair. Leon was pushing against the acceleration pedal as hard as he could, curling his lips so as not to give away the great satisfaction he had gotten for terrifying the rookie. He really hated those stupid army lines like "Lock and Load" or nonsense like that, just wasted time in his opinion.
Most commanders were not used to this kind of speed, but Commander Black and his crew were way beyond the level of commander. The mach two speed would of shook the shuttle like it was the end of the world if it weren't for the elf magic applied to it. They were already at two times the speed of sound and it didn't look like the lieutenant could take much more of it. The professionals were having the time of their life. Leon was holding the control sticks tight in his hands; these tunnels were full of twists and curves but he had learned all of them. He was watching the path carefully twitching the sticks every time they hit a curve. He was loving every minute of it; the pedals underneath his feet the great speed and the feeling that he controlled this gigantic machine, not to mention the life of his entire crew. They finally reached the docking bay, to the relief of the lieutenant who was now as green as a two thousand year old sprite.
Here they were met by another elf named Norbert, but they just called him Norb. He was waiting for them next to a chrome arrow like shuttle with small windows. This was used for earth missions; it was cloaked by elf magic to human eyes and quiet as the summer breeze.
"'Sup, Norb?" asked Wei walking past the elf and selecting a golden rifle from a rack.
"Not much." The elf admitted looking depressed. Orias was now holding two silver handguns. He fired one at the wall; a silver orb hit the wall emitting sparks. Wei did the same and fired a silver arrow head that also emitted sparks. It was too bad they never got to use the kill setting, just to see how it was.
"I'll drive this time" said Orias. "I'm the better Land Arrow driver."
"Fine with me." Said Leon raising his shoulders. This was the truth after all.
Once they had reached the field where the aliens were sighted, Sayeed appeared on their screens.
"Alright, the alien ship should be about two hundred meters from your location. Uh."
"What's wrong?" said Black activating his new acquired weapon.
"Wow!" exclaimed Orias. "Get a load at those weapons." They all switched to x-ray vision and saw through the corn field and into the alien ship were hundreds of crates were being unloaded. Two FBI agents lay dead on the floor some where near by.
General Drake appeared on their screens. "Change in plan. Rasool get me the senator of these guys online; Yeng get on top of that mansion near by and pick them out. The rest of you try and maintain peace around the perimeter." Wei Pion Yeng was on top of the mansion and tacking aim at the hostile aliens. He was by far the best marksman; he once shot a bomb power generator the size of a mosquito from five hundred meters away. Leon was rather disappointed, he wanted to try out his new weapon; he sighed and looked around. He switched to thermal and looked around for bombs; nothing. Just the something caught his sensitive eyes; the stupid lieutenant was walking towards the hostile ship with his arms raised.
As soon as the aliens saw him they shot his in the head knocking him out; Wei immediately shot one of them and the other managed to get behind a crate. Orias was running to his fallen partner shooting at the crate, creating huge dents in it. Leon raised his gun and shot about a thousand rounds in two seconds; the projectiles curved around the crate and hit the hostile full force. The agonizing pain created by the bullets made the criminal scream a high pitched scream that could crack your eardrums. Leon ran to his two partners switching to the vitals option on his helmet. A substance was spreading through Wilbert's body killing everything in it's path. He put his hands on the fallen elf and concentrated only on healing. The poison was wiped out but it did cause the lieutenant to throw up and scream in pain. You had to feel sorry for him; he was twitching in pain his eyes wide open, his sweat glands streaming with his stress and pain. Poor guy he just wanted to be peaceful, but that maneuver could as well knock him off the squad.
"Heads up guys" announced Sayeed. "You got a helicopter heading your way."
"Shields on, everyone!" ordered Leon. He grabbed something from his belt and threw it on the alien ship and the two aliens, which immediately made them invisible to human eyes. They had to wait for the aliens' police force to pick them up. The helicopter zoomed over head heading for the mansion and soon landing on a helipad. "Sayeed I want identification on those humans: guns, background, whatever you can find."
"Aye-aye!" responded the elf. "OK there's a really big one, probably a body guard, with two normal handguns, a knife in his left shoe. Weight is about. oh big one. He's about one hundred ten kilos, looks all muscle too, and he's about two meters tall."
"Anything else you could find?"
"They're two smaller humans, weigh about fifty kilos, the male is one meter seventy-five and the female one meter sixty-eight, about fourteen years of age and the male has a handgun in a shoulder holster. What is this world coming to? Kids with guns, stupid humans are their own worst enemy. Wait I'm getting another reading on the smaller ones and it's.What? This thing must be faulty it can't be right."
"Ok that's all we need, thanks. Wei, pick them off if they see anything."
"Gotcha'!"

The young elf was in a limo being driven by his huge bodyguard to school. The boy looked rather depressed. He felt something in him dying, something important, something in the back of his mind that he had to let go. His human parents said it was only a part of growing up, but of course they had no idea. The boy frowned; maybe today he would find out what this thing was, maybe he could save it. His bodyguard was probably the only one who knew how he felt right now. He tried to do everything in his power to cheer his employer up but nothing worked. He had suggested a psychiatrist but his parents would hear nothing of it, using puberty as their pathetic defense.
As you might have guessed, this young gentleman was the long lost son of Commander Leon Black, which he knew nothing about. The thing dying in him was of course his magic, the powerful magic of his mother and father, which pulsed through his veins. He had no idea who he was or even what he was. What he thought he was, is the precious adopted son of one of the richest and distinguished families in England. He drummed his thumb against an armrest looking at the gates of his boarding school. Time for another boring year at the stupid boarding school with all those stupid snobs. He was rich too but he wanted to be as normal as possible, wearing jeans and thinking about girls and video games and stuff like that; these kids wore suits and carried briefcases around and talked about business and the stock market and other such nonsense. The car stopped in front of the large wooden doors of the boarding school; the car door opened and he stepped out sighing. The young elf saw his doom before him and scowled, turning to his only friend and bodyguard.
"Do I really have to go?" he asked.
The giant body guard smiled gently; he wished his master didn't have to go as well. He liked showing him how to shoot or teaching him various martial arts over the summer and going to exotic resorts and cruises. "I'm afraid so sir. It'll be over soon enough." He said not knowing that it will end very soon.
The young man sighed and grabbed his bags, hoping for a silver lining. In an hour he was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling, feeling very weak all of a sudden. He needed some fresh air, he decided, getting up from his hand carved bed. He walked around the old Victorian stile building about five times until he reached a group of snobs crowding around something. One of them moved a little and a girl could be seen being held down by a rather large thug. For one of the first times in his life the young gentleman was overwhelmed by anger something in him came to life all of a sudden. And even though he had no idea what it was he knew that it was the thing that was killing him earlier. Then he turned to the group of unfortunate children and thought of only two words: speed and strength. He rushed up to the thugs and punched the large one in the stomach, projecting him about three meters in the air. The rest scattered in various directions; this was it, the young elf thought, this power. He then realized what he had done and ran to the boy he had punched, who was now scowling in pain. The head mistress came into the yard walking as fast as her skinny legs could take her. She gasped when she saw the large boy on the ground, looking she had aged ten years.
"How dare you?" she barked. "What did you do to him you delinquent?"
"They were hurting the young lady over there Madame." The boy replied with an unusual degree of calmness. He then started walking to the injured girl who was looking at him kindly. A few scratches darkened her beautiful appearance; her hero bent low to her and smiled. "Are you alright?"
"Yes thank you." She replied kindly. This boy was so unlike everyone else she knew at the school.
"Young man I shall be calling your parents tonight." Interrupted the skinny old headmistress. She was trying to raise the large boy but failed and called some other staff member to do it.
"Please do Madame." Replied the boy coldly. He turned to the girl and grabbed her hand gently; if only I could heal those bruises, he thought. Miraculously the bruises disappeared, making the boy gasp. This was all too strange, what was happening to him? He was brought back to reality when the girl kissed him gently.
"Thanks again." She whispered. "I'm Kira, and who are you?"
"I'm Robert, but my friends call me Roby, or Rob." He replied calmly helping her up. "So what were you doing out here Roby?" "Well I was gonna' take a walk, would you like to accompany me?"
"Sure" she answered softly. "It'll be my pleasure." The two teens started walking slowly, hand in hand, through a garden of roses. It was now starting to get darker and the roses were soon crawling with fireflies, making the seen very romantic. The girl bowed her head and looked depressed.
"What's wrong?" he asked kindly.
"Well, you might think I'm crazy but." she paused biting her lip, she made up her mind and continued: "there's something at the back of my mind-"
"Trying to get out?" the boy suggested.
She looked at him surprised. "How did you know that?"
"Because I had the same feeling. It just got out this afternoon when I was trying to save you."

"You have to help me let mine out. How did you do it?" she said her calm voice growing more exited.
"Well it probably has to be a very powerful emotion, like anger or love, to let it out. But mine didn't work. I think it just slowed down."
"You have to meet my parents; maybe they can help us they're psychiatrists."
"Alright, let me get our ride." The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone dialing his body guard's number. "Hey, you still have that helicopter near by? (Pause) Ok good; bring it over pick us up in the rose garden."
In five minutes a helicopter came hovering over head the tall body guard was steering it gently a few streams of sweat on his face. Both of them were used to these dramatic exits; last year Robert was on vacation in Austria and remembered that he had school the next day. He had to buy a jet and parachute down to get to school on time. Robert looked to his girl friend smiling; would she come, he thought. She was so surprised; how many fourteen year olds run away from school in a helicopter. But she decided to suck up her courage and take the risk, taking his hand. In an hour or so they were flying over the country side, admiring the beautiful sights; the two youths were suddenly depressed, feeling that there was something missing from the scenario. This had been the country of their people, filled with wonder and magic. The humans now controlled the land and had forced the elves to leave it, taking the elves' peaceful ways to push them out. They knew nothing of this long, hard history of course.
Robert was thinking of what his parents would say once they found out he had beaten up someone, and ran away to a stranger's house in a helicopter. He then looked at Kira sleeping on his shoulder; how peaceful and beautiful she was. He then thought of the power inside him weakening him and torturing his mind. It was worth it, he knew it, it had to be. They flew over Westchester passing it quickly, at about thirty kilometers away from the city a mansion aroused. He was very anxious to land and begin conversing with Kira's parents about their condition. He looked at the field, looking at the vast rows of corn; all thoughts of agriculture were drained from his head once he saw what was in the corn. Two futuristic spaceships and many men with strange weapons running about. Was he going crazy, were these dark thoughts all just insanity. Kira started moving on his shoulder, when she looked in the direction of the strange scene, her jaw dropped. They were now landing; two figures were awaiting them, probably Kira's parents. They seemed to be very calm about the man with a rifle above them. Was this a set up, why didn't anyone else see this?

Sayeed Rasool was standing in the Ops Chamber, starring at the screen dumbstruck. How could this be? These humans had magic in them, and then the thought of Leon's son struck him.
"Leon that's your son." The words left his lips without him realizing it.
"This is no time for idiocy, remind me to punch you when I get back."
"No I'm serious, look." The elf transmitted the visual on his screen on to everyone's helmet.
The commander stood shocked, his knees shivering below him. He fell to his knees, on the piles of broken corn stocks, not believing what he was seeing. Both humans had a small amount of magic in them. The commander came back to his senses and concentrated very hard; the thoughts of a young elves appeared in his head. The young mind was analyzing what he had just seen. Images of him and his partners came into the commander's head; he could no longer control himself. He ran towards the helipad as fast as he could, he threw a golden orb at two humans waiting on the helipad, knocking them unconscious. His son was out of the helicopter and aiming a human handgun at him; couldn't blame him. The huge human walked out of the looking at the boy as if he was crazy. What was his employer doing pointing his handgun at thin air, he was beginning to think his employer's problem was insanity after all. Just then a voice broke the silence from nowhere.
"Hold your positions." The commander transmitted to his friends. "You can see me, can't you?" he asked his potential son.
"Clear as crystal." the boy replied coldly.
"Get back behind me, sir." Said the giant human, walking towards his employer. He was hit by a blue orb and his senses were knocked out of him, he had no control over his body. A calm voice broke the awkward silence taking, if possible, even more control of the manservant's body.
"OK, ape man, step away slowly." Leon's voice sounded like sweet music into the bodyguard's ears.
"NO! Donovan!" screamed the boy, firing the bullet at this strange hostile. The bullet hit the commander full force in the chest, ricocheting of his suit.
Leon thought for a short moment, a stream of sweat running down his brow. He couldn't get exited; he saw his son's magic depleting. Then it hit him; he concentrated hard, tapping into the boy's memories. There it was! The image of him and his wife cuddling around him. The boy's knees started shacking; he realized what was happening and who that was standing before him. He fell to his knees sinking his exasperated face into his sweaty palms. This was his real father, this strange creature with inhuman powers, this was why he was adopted and why he felt the way he did. He looked up to see his father walking towards him, making him feel so strange maybe a little frightened. The commander had dropped everything and was walking towards his son, seeing for the first times in so many years. Donovan came rushing towards the elf and punched him in the stomach, sending him five meters across the helipad.
"No, Donovan he's my father." The boy's words penetrated the manservant's angry mind, shocking it beyond belief. It must have been that strange power, the same one that took over his body was now taking over the boy's body.
"He's right, Donovan. He's my son, who was taken away from me and my wife fourteen years ago." The elven figure started walking towards the manservant slowly, turning off the invisibility cloaked created by his magic jumpsuit. Before the jumpsuits M.C.P.A. units would have to use their own magic to turn invisible, which took out a lot out of most of them. "Take it in real slow I know it doesn't make sense, but it will." A few space ships came out of the blue with an emblem in-scripted in them. "Orias take care of that, please." He turned to his son and said: "Quick there isn't much time; we have to get back underground."
The boy nodded, and remembered something that froze him in his tracks. "What about my friends. Can they come?"
"Sure, let's go!" They walked to the Land Arrow, getting in as fast as possible. "Sorry guys, I'll send back a ship for you."
The ship took of with amazing speed, Donovan was astonished by it. They reached Norb and quickly got on the shuttle that would take them to salvation, leaving a surprised elf behind. Leon Black would have grown a head full of grey hair that day had he not been an elf. They were zooming through the tunnels, at three times the speed of sound, making everything seem like a huge blur of color. With amazing maneuverability the commander docked the ship in ten seconds and signaled everyone to follow him.
Sayeed's voice sounded in Leon's helmet, breaking the tense silence. "Leon we've got a prophecy."
"Not now! This is important."
"It involves your son." These last words stopped the stressed elf in his tracks.
"What?!"
"Heads up!" the words were soon followed by blinding light that broke throughout the whole city. Definite prophecy, thought the commander. This was powerful magic, and if it involved his son, he was pretty sure he didn't want to know what it said. He turned towards the two young elves, with the vitals option still selected. They were regaining all their magic, to it's full extent. At least it had saved the young elves; they could not live without their magic. Now for the bad news.
Prophecies were powerful spells that involved two sides. It was usually along the lines of: only such and such can banish a certain person and vice versa. They could not be broken unless the prophecy was fulfilled. They were banned by the council about eight hundred years ago, because they were too powerful and dangerous. Not anyone could do them either; it took a great amount of magic and many had died trying to perform the complicated spell.
"What does it say, Sayeed?" Leon asked, hoping.
"You better get down here this isn't pretty."
"I can't I have to take my son home. Please just this once." He had pleaded, there's something you didn't hear everyday. But today was different, today he just wanted to celebrate finding his son.
"Yeah, go on." This was the general.
"Thank you, sir."

At the Black house hold, Kayri was holding her son in her arms crying her head off. She had never felt so happy in her entire life, she let go, sobbing and looking him over. Leon and Donovan looked on from nearby, feeling very strange. What would happen to Donovan now that his employer had found his family? Maybe he could stay as well, he liked the elves anyway. He sighed with grief; Robert was his only friend, he didn't want to leave him. The manservant had to ask:
"So. what are you gonna' do with me?"
The commander looked at him thinking for moment. He knew this human was kind of heart and a good friend of Robert's. Ah of course, his face lighted up with delight. "You can probably live with us, you'd have to take a drink from the Fountain of Youth from time to time, but you could stay here."
"Thank you." Donovan said, gracefully. He was trying to think over the fact that he would have to drink from something he had heard of in fairytales.
"So what's up with the prophecy, dad?" asked the young elf.
Leon had to wait a moment to analyze the fact that he had been called dad for the first time in his life. He smiled and said: "Don't worry about that, we'll catch the guy. You on the other hand need to get acquainted with your new world and your powers. Kayri can teach you the basics."
Kira walked in wearing a blue bathrobe that was a little big for her, looking exhausted. "So who are my parents?" she asked.
"Well you'll come with me tomorrow and Sayeed will help you find them."
The elven girl smiled and thanked him. It was gonna take a while for the two young elves to "get acquainted" with their new world and powers. Leon was troubled by this prophecy; he remembered Sayeed's words about how it involved his son. He sighed and stared at the ground, thinking hard for a long while. He had nothing to worry about, the lunatic was probably dead anyway. Hopefully. It will all be sorted out tomorrow, he thought. He got up and started walking to bed, to join his wife; everyone else was asleep already. All he could now was to sleep on the problem he was tired anyway.