Ah! Seems like I'm gonna have to go and... update now ...bleh
Jedea was a small town near the ocean. Shenter regally made himself down the streets dressed in black slacks, a dark blue dress shirt, and Elvin leather boots.
"How to find Ansem…" He put his slim fingers to his lips as he thought. "I have absolutely no idea where that man could have taken him. Or why." He sighed and ran his fingers through his thick and slightly unruly hair. He made his way down the allyways. Quite dangerous for a 'king' of the 'Elves'.
Shenter stopped when he heard the soft thud of boots hitting the dirt road. "You can come out of the shadows now, Sephiroth."
Scoffing, Sephiroth revealed himself and walked towards Shenter, pleased he was a full head taller than this 'elf.'
"I don't believe you."
Shenter looked up at him, smiling. "You don't?"
Sephiroth narrowed his poison-green eyes. "No. Elves can't be real. Your ears aren't even pointed."
Shenter still held the pleasant smile. "I realize I don't have the trademark of an Elf, but rest assured, I am one."
"Stop smiling like that! It's damn near creepy!"
"Mm. But I like to smile."
"Ooo, that's it!" Sephiroth drew his Masamune and pointed it at Shenter. "I'm sick of you! You get on my nerves you know that! Let's just find Ansem."
Shenter was calm, his smile remained...
Sephiroth slashed his sword, figuring if Shenter was truly an Elf, he would move out of the way. But he didn't.
Shenter raised his right hand, smiling still. A purple light shot out from his delicate hands. The light stopped Sephiroth's sword on the spot.
Unimpressed, Sephiroth continued pushing into the light, trying to break the shield Shenter had set up. But he soon found he couldn't.
"What…is this?"
"It's telepathic energy. Or Psychic Energy if you prefer." He brought both palms together, facing Sephiroth. The shield faded for just a moment, but a chain of light and darkness weaved together shot out at Sephiroth, knocking him off his feet. The Masamune flew out of his grasp, the blade digging into the dirt.
Shenter looked at him, tilting his head, raven bangs falling into his face. And he smiled much more pleasantly this time. "Now do you believe me, General Sephiroth?"
Coughing, Sephiroth sat up and slowly got to his feet. He looked over Shenter. He was petite, elegant, his hair moved almost as if it were inhuman... his eyes were intense sapphire colored... and his control over matter were amazing. But that still wasn't enough. He would have to see this 'Varden' with his own eyes.
"Not until I see with my own eyes."
"Mm...That might be a while. Perhaps at the very end of your life."
"What do you mean?"
"Humans are not permitted and Varden…"
"At least tell me why your ears are human."
Shenter's eyes softened as he looked at Sephiroth. "I suppose…in a way…you are correct."
"Correct about what?"
"Me not being an Elf. But you see…I am an Elf in a sense. But I am only…half…elf."