"Sheesh, what a hard day," Ying, a mystic elf hailing from an ancient forest, groaned as she floated miserably down the road. She was currently on her way back to her current living space, a cozy little thing called an "apartment". So many marvelous things had changed in the few centuries since the 1,700 year-old(about 21 in elf years) elf had last left her village. It's not that her people were "shut-in's"! They just couldn't be distracted by the pathetic squabbling and constant fighting lesser beings, such as humans, were up to all the time! Back to Ying. After a long day of practically babysitting her team the poor elf needed a good rest. "I can't wait to get home to my knight in shining armor." Ying couldn't help but sigh dreamily as she thought of her incredible boyfriend. He was fantastic! Handsome, strong, funny, loving, compassionate, cunning, a great cook- and human no less!
Caught up in her daydreaming, the oblivious elven mystic was completely unaware of her pursuer. A man with large trench coat, beady eyes, hands firmly stuffed into both pockets, a fedora, a pair of sunglasses and gloves was trailing her for quite some time. Pretty much anyone who saw this guy should have had some alarms going off in their mind upon laying eyes on him! He pretty much fits the bill for 'possible crazy assassin'. The crowd Ying floated through sometimes gave her ugly looks. This part of town was renowned for having some of the biggest elf-phobic bigots and racists there were in this part of the Realm.
The man stalking Ying was most certainly one of them.
Daydreaming had made the elf slow down quite substantially. This gave her pursuer just enough time to catch up. Finally, the man brought his hands out of his pockets, giving people no time to react to the object in his right hand.
Only when Ying heard a click and people's horrified screams did her blood run cold and her entire body turn pale. Before she could even turn around a huge BANG rang through the city streets. She was shot point blank in the back of the head. Crumpling, her limp, lifeless form lay on the cobblestone road, turning the once fair street red with blood. Grabbing her ponytail and yanking her up by it, the gunman pointed his pistol at the corpse's head and shouted "AND THIS IS WHAT'LL HAPPEN TO ANY OTHER DAMN POINTY EARED FREAKS WHO COME INTO OUR TOWN!". The screaming and crying and pounding of feet almost drowned out the man's warning.
Suddenly, the corpse evaporated into sky blue particles. The man's heart skipped a beat as he frantically turned behind himself to see the supposedly murdered elf standing a block away from him, her mirror floating by her side, ready to summon more illusions and fire a few bolts of magic at the man. Enraged, the shooter pointed his gun at the mystic and gripped the trigger almost immediately, letting three shots fire automatically one after the other. The bullets flew at Ying, but the determined look on her face told that she was ready for anything.
As she was about to summon another illusion, a very familiar lance shield soared down from above and planted itself in the ground before the mystic. The blue shield that seemed to devour the bullets was a welcomed and releasing sight for the terrified elf.
"Hola princesa," Ying's knight in shining armor, Fernando, greeted his lover as he approached her from behind. Overjoyed, the mystic threw herself into his strong arms. "Sorry I was a bit late to the party."
"Oh it's ok baby!" Ying chirped jovially and she clung to his perfectly muscular abdomen for dear life. She'd of floated up to give him a kiss if the man hadn't interrupted their reunion.
"How can you honestly bear to let that... that THING touch you! Much less get anywhere near you?!" The man demanded in pure disgust. Ying seperated from Fernando, knowing what he was about to do.
"Puta." He growled under his breath.
"What was that?!" The man barked at the infuriated knight. That sent him over the deep end!
"LOS HIJO DE PUTA! EL HIJO DE PERRO! How DARE you slander my princesa hermosa in such a way!" Fernando roared. Never in his life would he ever say such things, but when you dared defile the name of the love of his life, you declared war! "I shall teach you a lesson you will not soon forget!" Grabbing his lance, the powerful knight charged at the man with speed quite remarkable for a man wearing such heavy metal armor. Frantically the shooter tried the shoot Fernando, only to have the bullets ricochet off his armor. In a panic, the man scurried off into an alley close by. But once Fernando got to the alley, the man had disappeared into thin air. "Rata cobarde! Show yourself!" Fernando's heavily accented voice boomed in the alley.
Ying cautiously floated over to the enraged knight. Worry was plastered on her face. She'd never seen Fernando get this angry before! It really came as quite the shock. Fernando was breathing heavily and starting to loosen up. His eyes drifted to the ground where they lingered as he took a knee. Ying rushed to his side and placed a hand on his should and his hand. With her face so close to his cheek, the elf didn't know whether or not a peck on the cheek would calm the knight down or not. Just as she was about to take the chance and peck him on the cheek, Fernando looked at her in the eyes and stood up, keeping eye contact.
He let out a husky sigh and wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Oh, my dear princesa, my love. I'm so sorry you had to witness that." He apologized, tired and ashamed. Ying wrapped her small arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug (which looked a bit more like a chokehold). She looked him in the eyes and smiled empathetically. Closing her eyes she pressed her forehead against his.
"Thank you." She whispered.
This was requested by the lovely SuperMastour! Hope you have a nice day and that you enjoyed this chapter!