Chapter 4-Where Do You Come From, Where Do I Go
"Away with you and come not again. Accursed beggar. " An angry elf threw a hard rock at the confused elf with which knocked him to the floor.
"Please you must help me. I--I know not where I am. And my heart aches." The young male elf pleaded.
"Begone!" The angered elf cried once more sending the confused elf down a dark path.
The moon had risen above the dilapidated elf village. Many an elf were driven out of their forest homes that now occupied a country club. How could the humans take advantage of the beauty that Earth gave them in its au natural state. One elf however had the right idea: take back what was theirs. He could remember the speech perfectly. The way Prince Nuada had came to the elf court with his proclamation of the war to end all wars with the pitiless humans. But the entire royal family was gone, just as it was with the Romanovs. He had nowhere to go, and time was running short.
"Red let's think about this for a second." Liz urgently tried to get Hellboy's attention as he was prepping up his behemoth of a gun, Big Baby.
"What's there to talk about babe. Abe's in trouble and--"
"A moment ago we believed Princess Nuala to be dead, that she has been for over a year. This just all doesn't seem right." Hellboy stopped and cupped Liz's chin in his hands.
"Listen, I know you're worried . . . about Abe and--"
"I'm worried about you." Liz's eyes began to glisten with tears.
"Hey, hey. I'll be alright."
Liz wanted so badly to believe in Hellboy's promise of his health, but that wasn't what she was worried about. The Angel of Death's warning loomed over her shoulder everyday since he was saved. Why couldn't she put it past her? She knew Hellboy. He was the father to her children, a friend to her friends and most importantly, a great lover in the sense that he cared so much for and about her. "There's something I've got to tell you." Hellboy got the same feeling he had one year when Liz tried to keep her pregnancy a secret.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked both overjoyed and nervous.
Liz shook her head. "No, it's not that, it's--" the words, why couldn't she find the words. Hellboy patiently waited, but Liz couldn't tell him, try and try again as she did, it was too much for her to bear to see him withdraw from the world because he was destined to be its destroyer. "Don't be long because the children miss you when you're gone."
Not truly satisfied with Liz's hesitated response, Hellboy thought twice about what he was about to do. "I can stay if you really want me too."
"Abe will need you." Liz only said this because they both knew Abe was not that great of a fighter, even if he was asked to be one. And so Hellboy hugged and kissed Liz, Trevor and Anya farewell, then stepped out into the dark night.
Abe was exhausted from breaking out of the British Paranormal Defense Base as he realized that all this time Hellboy made it look so easy. However, the night did provide a comfort that the sun unfortunately deprived of him. It began pouring down just minutes after Abe was far from the gates. Where was he to go anyway? Where would he look?
"Ask me," Abe now knew that the voices were beyond understanding but he went with them all the same.
"Where do I go from here?" Abe shouted as he witnessed in the distance a flash of lightning.
Nymueline jumped at the roar of thunder. "It's alright. Rest my lady." The shaman entered the tent with fragrances that calmed her nerves.
"I must leave." She called out and fought any protest that came her way. Nymueline stepped out of the tent for the first time and looked out at the moon. The Sons of the Earth had their forests and the Children of the Sea had their waters, Nymueline often stared up at the moon remembering their moon Goddess, a being of exquisite beauty and love, very much like the Earth Goddess.
It was the people of Africa who understood it best. The love between Earth and Moon, was a bond between sisters but was broken with the jealousy of Earth's lover, Sun. Nymueline had met a Fire child once, and he frightened her. He frightened her about as much as Prince Nuada had, she'd be lucky not to cross paths with him again on her path to discovery.
"Will no one help me," the young elf growled as he passed from house to house, when lowe and behold a stranger came upon him.
"What troubles you?" The elf looked at the man and disregarded him. Who was this human to approach him anyway? A human that trespassed on Elven land. "Please, I know you don't trust humans, but I am more than that." The elf continued to ignore him. "The Prince has chosen you you know." The elf stopped and took out his blade.
"How dare you speak of the prince," the elf raised the blade up to the stranger's neck, but then another stranger, a masked one, twisted the elf's arm causing him to let go of his blade.
"Kronen, please." The masked stranger, Kronen, released the elf.
"Who are you?"
"No no, the question is, who are you?" The first stranger asked. "I will say again that you are the new prince for your people." The stranger went on, "You were chosen to lead your herald into a battle with the humans. The herald that bested the old Prince, but will stand at your side and defeat anyone in your path. This I say from that which has already been written."
"And what is my herald's name?"
"Anung un Rama, the son of the Fallen One."
This name burned within the young elf. Of course he knew that name. The demon was known by all Fey. "How do I know what you say is the truth?"
"Perhaps you would like to come with me, and I then maybe I can help you recover who you truly are." Hesitant at first, the elf soon went with this human stranger.