Should I succumb to his wishes that easily? Well, if I stay here, I won't last long so I don't really have much of a choice. But the words that pass my lips aren't the ones I'd expected,
"I would love to join you Blodgharm."
Smiling, Blodgharm traipsed forward, with me following behind helplessly. To me, it seems that we walk aimlessly; we are always surrounded by the same oversized trees. While we walk, Blodgharm describes each race living in Alagaesia and my incredulity lessens, because I've always loved the fantasy genre and now, it's just a dream come true. Apparently, all races are sophisticated; even the dragons! To be honest, I'm actually glad that they are, because otherwise, it would be even harder to survive.
A while later, I am stood gaping at the entrance of a magnificent fortress, huge but exquisite in every detail; eerily perfect. The whitewashed stones are all exactly the same size, smooth and radiant, the marble beams supporting the structure have tiny pictures embellished on them and each window is at least double my size. There is no way that this had been built by humans. And so, all my doubts are vanquished because I know that magic really exists – it has to. Meanwhile, Blodgharm stands there, entertained by my bewilderment, however, after a few minutes, he strides forward and with a click of his fingers, the polished wooden doors, which had carvings that seemed to change every minute, open obligingly.
On the other side, there is a stunning garden, with an infinite array of beautiful flowers, some of which I'd never seen before. I feel slightly irritated as Blodgharm marches on, declining me the pleasure of this lovely garden.
"You will be given the opportunity to observe all this later on," he says, "Right now, your priority should be reaching the castle."
When we reach the castle, there is what I assume to be a welcome party made up of people who look human-like but when observed closely, were clearly elves. I am painfully aware of my messy state, still wearing the same snotty sweater that I'd worn when I returned home from college that blasted day, with the elven ladies a hundred times prettier than me and all. Despite this, I receive the warmest of smiles and for a moment, I am deluded by a notion of "happiness" but it doesn't last long. Shocked, my jaw drops open as I glimpse a man with tangled brown hair and resplendent blue eyes and my skin tingles, however, i look down swiftly. Blood rushes to my face as I try to block out the agonizing memories. Tantalizing, they attack mischievously and I sink to my knees with a gasp, clutching my temples. My feeble attempts to resist fail miserably and I remember, remember.
My parents died for me. But I am nothing.
A/N: This is pretty short so I'll make sure to make the next one longer. Thanks for reviewing fredo747, it was helpful :D I love reading the reviews, so please do leave one!