Alkusoitto kuusi; The Pipsqueak
He had been calmly running errands when he was called to the King's throne. He hurried to meet the King, as no one made his majesty wait. The blonde tripped and stumbled, lurching forward slightly, before finding himself right-side-up. Hovering two or three inches off the ground, his small, thin, paper-like wings fluttered furiously. Nodding in thanks to his handy appendages, the Pipsqueak resettled onto the ground, continuing onward to his destination.
"For one, my wine is not chilled, it is room temperature! I demand it chilled, you know this!"
The Pipsqueak sighed, realizing why he'd been called to the throne this time. The King was up to his own antics, and he'd be forced to go on some wild goose-chase for some unneeded item. Great. Shoulder slumped, he walked to the throne, unamused.
"You called for me, my King?" he spoke politely, wings fluttering in annoyance.
"Ah, oui! Oui, thank you." The eccentric blonde perked up, pulled away from his hissy fit, turning his attention to the more reserved blonde, "I have a task for you!"
"Yes? What is my task, your majesty?"
"I would like you to get the Trésor," he said, suddenly serious. The Pipsqueak's eyes widened in surprise, unsure if his King was kidding, or if the possibility of Human and Elven war was that devastating for his people. Sure, he knew they would enter the war with the Elves, but he found this war quite unlikely. The Human and Elves had been displeased with each other for centuries, but never had they fought.
"But sir, the Tr—" he began, but was cut off by the other faerie.
"The Humans attacked the Elven castle not an hour ago. It is war, and we will be joining soon."
He stared in disbelief at his King. He couldn't believe that they actually were going to war! The last war that the Elves had fought in was against the Trolls, and that one had been to assist the Faeries. They had driven the Trolls into the mountains, and it had been relatively peaceful since then. But now it was their turn to return the favor. They would join the Elves in battle, and hopefully some treaty could be made. Some way to end the fighting.
The blonde had never liked fighting. He found bloodshed and killing stupid, trivial, and worthless. It made him sad to see innocents die, even those who had spilt blood, it was a sad sight to see the favor returned to them. He wished to live in a world free of fighting, unnatural death, sadness. The Pipsqueak just wanted happiness for everyone. But he was no fool, he realized this could never happen.
"I… are you sure, my King? The Trésor is how you want to go about this?" the blonde bit his lip nervously, looking at his ruler unsurely.
"Oui. It is the only way to ensure the end of this war without complete destruction," he said, and the seriousness of his King spooked the young faerie, "but it will not be for the Elves, nor the Humans. There is someone who needs it more."
"Who? Who am I delivering it to?" the blonde asked, confused by the King's vague words.
"Ahaha, well, I don't know. The prophecy didn't really tell me!" he laughed, the tense air shattered, "and… I don't know where the Trésor currently is, either…"
The Pipsqueak stared blankly at the King, completely lost. "You… don't know where an item that you want me to find and deliver to someone you don't know who it is…?"
"Haha… Oui."
"…Your Majesty, seriously!" he let out an exasperated sigh, burying his face in his hands, "do you at least have an idea where it is?"
"Uhm… oui! It is in the mountains!" the blonde King nodded, smiling.
"The… mountains… the Troll infested mountains. The mountains where the Trolls who hate us Faeries reside? DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!" he mentally sobbed, his look on life dimming.
"Oh, stop being so melodramatic, my lad!"
"Me! Melodramatic!" he squawked, "you are the man who invented melodrama, sir!"
"Hey, hey! I'm am the best actor, not melodramatic in the slightest!" the King scoffed, offended.
"Sure, sure… so.." he sighed, "to the mountains…"
"Oui! Good luck, don't die!"
The Pipsqueak set out on the journey that would probably be the end of him, with a heavy sigh of suppressed sobs.
a/n: GUYS. GUYS. ARE YOU PROUD OF US? WE FINALLY UPDATED. ouo/