Chapter 3

You know what. I am doing this by myself. No one wanted to do it. So I am doing it by myself. So many low-energy individuals in this fandom. Very stupid people are ignoring the story. I tell you. Very stupid. We need people who are smart. I am officially running for author on this story.

Come on people let us make fanfiction great again. You see those professional authors? They are laughing atus! We bring them fame by putting out stories, expanding their fanverse and we get nothing out of it. We need to overthink our deal agreements. They don't ́t like us. They are not our friends. They laugh at us. No One would be tougher on these authors than me. I like these peoples. It is my job to get along with people. So I get along with them, too. And I like them. They are smart. The problem is that they are smarter than us, while we have stupid people. We need to become smart.

And those reviewers. Very dishonest people. They are only writing about the grammar mistakes. Come on reviewers show them the crowds. Show them the follower numbers. Show them the favorite numbers. They won ́t.

Very dishonest, I tell you.

Make no mistake. The fanfiction dream is dead. But I will bring it back. Bigger, stronger and greater than it ever was. We will make Fanfiction great again. God bless the Internet Fandoms of Fanficion.

„Wow. Not to shady, I must confess."

„Come on, Jonio. Don't fall back. We have to arrive at the launching pad in time."

The man named Jonio, Jonio Rodero Modriguez, looked a last time over the vast base construction side as he increased his march tempo. It was truly a great view. A big base in the middle of nowhere. Situated on a hill that gave them a good view over the surrounding area. Trenches, walls and hidden mines could be seen. Well, except the latter ones. But that was the whole purpose of hidden mines, wasn't it.

"You think Trump will build a wall around the gate? Wouldn't be too surprising." Jonio asked his childhood friend and commanding officer. Marc had been in the military for over 6 six years now. Jonio on the other side had never been the military kind of guy, but the army promised many advantages and adventures. And this...if this wasn't an adventure, then what was?

"If he wanted to build a wall he could have done so on our side of the gate. Or destroyed the gate to begin with." Marc answered without lowering his tempo.

"True."

"Still. There has to be a reason for coming here. Maybe conquering the place. Beats building a wall in my point of view."

"Conquering? Sounds pretty nice. You think it will be that easy? Even for Trump?" Jonio was sceptical. The world was vast. That much was known.

"You are speaking about the man that won the latino vote, when all said that latinos would be his downfall. I think mere concepts such as impossible will have a hard time dealing with Trump, don't you think."

"True. Man, good to be alive in times like these."

"True."

Both made their way to the launching pad. A big underground construction had been built without the knowledge of the native population in the camp. Some water filtration system the local US-administration had told them. Couldn't have been more far from the truth. It was the launching pad for space vessels and nukes. The latter one was classified even for most of the military personnel.

"Why do you think he is sending satellites into orbit. Well, I could have understood if they were observation satellites, but the dudes at NASA told me that they will send geology detection satellites that are solely for analysing the ground beneath."

"Maybe he is looking for gold, what do I know. Now shut up and get in, they won't be waiting too long." Jonio made a sigh and followed his friend.

Trump and his secretary of state Fritzgerald made their way through the camp. They were accompanied by a young soldier in military garment. Both for security and guidance through the encampment. The president was small talking with them about the overall situation, good restaurants, private stuff and bunny ears. At some point Trump excused the soldier. He had earned some free time.

"Are you sure, Mister President?" Trump patted his shoulder and gripped his hand hard.

"We will find our way. You have earned your free time."

Trump had been told that the young man was supposed to have ended his shift an hour ago, but with wandering about the camp they had lost a lot of time. He would not deprive his soldiers of their well-earned free time.

"Thanks, Mister President. It was an honour." Trump nodded knowingly and let him go his way.

Trump and Fritzgerarld continued their walk. "Straight won ́t miss it", the young boy had told them before departing.

"Sir, did you decide who you will put in charge back in the USA for the meanwhile?" Trump smiled.

"In fact I already did."

"I should know who is in charge of the nation, I am your secretary of state." Fritz was getting impatient.

"Ron Paul. He will do a fine job back there."

"Actually, this was a good decision."

"Did I ever made a bad one?" Fritz was intelligent enough to shut his mouth. They both chatted on their way to the central base.

A little bit later they came to a halt when they were approached by a stern-looking girl. Looking no older than 18, but with a harsh expression that belied her young age. However, the most distinguishing features were her long ears. A cliché-looking warrior-elf.

"Halt. State your business. You are entering the administration area."

"You don ́tknow who is standing before you, don ́t you? Now stepaside." Fritz warned the young auxiliary security guard.

"No entry for non-military personnel up to this point! No expectations! Now stand down or I will have you arrested! By force if necessary." The elven girls eyes were narrowing and taking in an aggressive stance. Her sword slowly hoisting as to threaten them.

Before these green-clothed people arrived in this world Elinra had nothing in life to fight and live for. The streets of imperial cities were unforgiving and harsh to little elves without any family or friends. Even more so to elves that lacked any proficiency in magic. She was regarded as a failure by humans and elves alike. Trash was the word others would have used to describe her existence. But no longer.

These newcomers had given her purpose. They had given her a chance. They trusted her in keeping the camp save along other natives. She was truly proud of her rank as a security guard. She was fed by them. She was clothed by them. And she was respected by them. Being told you did good work filled her heart with incalculable pride and happiness. She no longer was trash.

Elinra thanked the newcomers by performing her work without any flaw. She was strict as she was supposed to do.

She was harsh as she was supposed to do. They ordered and she would follow without questioning. And the order was

"No entry for non-military personnel!" As simple an order as it gets. She would follow this order even if it would mean her death in duty, because the life she had now was given by them. She pointed her sword at the supposed intruders.

"You are making a huge mistake. Threatening the president with a sword is accompanied by lifelong want to end up in prison, girl!?" Fritz warned her by pointing his finger at her. The situation was escalating until Trump put his hand on Fritzs accusing finger.

"It ́s okay, Fritz. I would not want her to join a cell with Hillary. She is just doing her duty, rig..." Trump was interrupted by a loud shout.

"STOP IT!"

They looked around seeing that a few people, all of them demi-humans had gathered at the shout-out. However, the one shouting was a JSDF-soldier coming from behind the elven girl. She was relieved.

Elinra thanked the gods for reinforcement. They would deal with this intruders and praise her. She didn't turn around so that she would not let the two men out of sight even for a second. In hindsight she should have turned. Because then she would have seen the frightened faces of JSDF-soldiers pointing their rifles at her.

"Auxiliary Elinra! Put down the sword! Now!" Wait, what? It took her seconds to realize that they had shouted at her.

The poor shocked elf was frozen. Her brain processing what was happening in an unfamiliar slow pace. What had she done? Did she do something wrong?

The soldiers in green had hastily encircled her. Her commanding officer shouting at her.

"PUT DOWN THE SWORD! OR WE WILL FIRE!"

Why are they shouting at me? That hate-filled words of her commanding officer who had praised her just hours ago left a cold emptiness in her heart. Something in her just died. She began trembling. Her knees became weak, while the grip on her sword tightened as if to grasp what little hope she had left in this world.

"UNLOCK WEAPONS! THIS IS THE THIRD AND LAST WARNING, AUXILIARY ELINRA! PUT IT DOWN!"

Before the order to fire was given Elinra thrown to the ground, the sword falling out of her hands. Quickly soldiers rushed to her. One kicking the sword away. One putting her hands behind her back. Another pressing his knees against her head. Another fixating her legs. Another aiming his gun in case she tried something.

The commanding officer rushed to Trump and apologized. "Mister President, I am so sorry. If we had known you would come we would have strengthened our security. I am very sorry for putting you into this kind of situation. This is the fourth assassination attempt this week." He saluted to the foreign state chief.

"Assassination? Boy, I think you are mistaken." Trump spoke up. The JSDF-soldier made a questioning expression.

"But she pointed her sword at you. Why would she do that? She is known to be cool-headed in her duty."

"She was merely performing her duty. I think the fault is partly on our side, too. Right, Fritz." Trump answered.

"Yes, of course." He gulped.

"Still... We can ́t be sure." He turned back to his soldiers and gave them orders.

"Up with her." The dragged her up. Slowly, she realized that she had done something wrong.. The realization made her bawl. She was crying now. Unbefitting for a warrior.

"Stop crying, Elinra. And answer my questions." She tried to calm her. Order was order. Still sniffing she forced herself to calm down.

"What were you thinking? Pointing your sword at an unarmed man?" The harsh question put her out of delirium.

"I-I was following your orders, sir. Please, sir. Please pardon me. I will do anything. Anything. I don't want to go back. I am yours. Please." She was pleading now half-crying.

"This is not for me to decide. You threatened the president of the United States of America, Elrina. The most powerful man in the world. I cannot decide this. Mister, President." He turned to Trump. Trump gave him a nod and turned to the elven girl. Her pleading eyes meeting the man. Warmth filled her guts. This man was strong. So very strong. And bright. For the first time in her life she could see the aura of someone. A trait every elf should be able to have. With her exception, up to this point. His aura was bright, golden, overflowing. This man was high-energy, no doubt. A minute ago she was so focused on the man called Fritz that she overlooked this man entirely. Her eyes widened. She had never seen a man like this. More tears flowed down her face. It was beautiful. The moment was beautiful until it dawned to her.

She had pointed a sword at him. She realized her mistake.

She had pointed a sword at the ruler of her saviours.

Only death could absolve her now. She waited for the verdict.

It never came. Instead she got something else.

"Elrina, is your name?"

"Y-yes, my lord." It was a silently whispered answer.

"Lord? No need for that, girl. You can call me Mr. Trump." He stretched his hand so that she may grasp it. She hesitated. She did not want to soil his hand with her tear and dirt-covered hands. His hand waited patiently in the air.

She grasped it. It was overwhelming.

"I am sorry, my lord... Mr. Trump. If I had known I would have..."

"You did a good job, Elrina."

Wait, what? W-what did h-he say...?

"What?" A quite what? fled her mouth.

"You fulfilled your duty. You really did a good job. Unflinching, unyielding. If more guards were like you this country would be much saver."

Her mind did not believe what she heard. He was praising her, when she was instead expecting death by his hands.

"How about working for me, girl? I will need a bodyguard for the time being. You up for the task?" She could not believe it. He wanted her to work for her.

"Y-yes, Mr. Trump. With my life. I am yours. Every fiber of my mind and body is yours." Trump laughed.

"No need for that. I only need your duty. You can keep your soul. You are hired."

Slow and steady progress. True for Jeb. True for this fanfiction. Expect more high-energy in the following chapters.

Extra:

"Elinra dear, meet this guy." Trump guided his elven bodyguard to the side. It was a little dinner party for leading individuals of this YU-ES-AI. The proud elf shifted her intention to the mentioned men. She turned to the dark-skinned man.

"I am pleased to meet you. I am Elrina Sounenguard of Osterfall - Mr. Trump's bodyguard." The proud elf presented herself with dignity befitting an elven elite warrior. The man smiled warmly.

"An honour, Elrina of Osterfall. Carson, Ben Carson. Secretary of health." The black man slightly nodded as a greeting and sign of respect. Elrina sensed that the man's sleepy attitude could have been misinterpreted by others as low-energy, but she sensed there was much more to him. Without doubt a high-energy individual.

Trump chose his allies well.

But there was another man. He tried to introduce himself.

"Oh, yes. Ehm... Jeb. People call me Jeb. I am... Jeb. Just Jeb." The last part only a whisper. She wondered. Normally these people would introduce themselves with their full names. Why didn't he do that? Maybe he doesn't have any surname. Maybe his surname is linked to great dishonour. Maybe the son of a servant or something like that. Not that Elrina would judge him upon lineage. She was a petty thief herself before the arrival of these people. This man was definitely low-energy. What was Trumps connection with this man? They had a history so much she could tell.

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