The Prince
The elf stared back at me like it knew me and my grandparents, and yet I had no idea who this elf was. He looked at me as if he were concerned about me and it honestly made me feel very violated. Hermione and Harry helped me to my feet and Harry gave me a tissue to wipe the blood from my nose.
"Do I know you? Am I still dreaming?" I asked sitting in a chair in the library.
"You are not dreaming," Hermione said, "you were transported back here prematurely."
"Yeah by my mother," I said cracking my neck. "She touched my forehead and sent me back here."
"Did she say anything before she sent you back?" the elf asked. Ok, enough of this horse shit, who the fuck was this guy?
"Who are you?" I asked the elf, but before he could answer Hermione cut him off.
"His name is-"
"I asked him," I said to her putting a hand to her face to shut her up. She was the last person I wanted to hear from right now.
"My name is Dachzoms, but you can call me Dach for short," he said with his glistening green eyes. His eyes seemed to take up his whole face which was slender and long. His hair was a slicked back dark blue, his body was slim, but very muscular; he seemed oddly buff for an elf. His clothes were light blue with silver paisley designs on them and out of the corner of my eye I saw a cape of the same color and design draped over another chair in the corner of the room. There was also an emblem on his shirt and cape that pictured a stag in front of fire engulfed olive branches.
"You're their prince," I said getting up, heading over to the bookcase, and throwing a book onto the table. The book was entitled Revolution of Barrington Forest; I flipped through the pages until I found a picture of an elf that looked exactly like him, but it was a woman that had long silver hair, the same green eyes, the same wardrobe, and the same crest. "This story depicts an ancient elf that defeats the Carbadas and saves her world, why do you look like her and why do you have the same crest?"
"That story is not a story," he said breathless, almost with tears in his eyes, "I was very little when that battle took place and that elf is my mother. Her name was Marisol and she saved my entire world. In exchange, I got to bury her myself since I was the only remaining family member left after that battle was over. I went from a mere prince to a King within moments."
"If you're a King, why are you here?" I asked folding my arms.
"Because the Dictator took over my world and has enslaved all of my subjects," he said as I sighed. This dickwad was taking over everything; I needed to put a bullet between his eyes. "I escaped to go find help and that's when I got a call from Hermione that said we could use assistance."
I looked at Hermione, "How do you know him?"
"I sought his guidance after Ron died," Hermione said, "I like to seek alternative methods for dealing with grief. We have been close friends ever since."
"Well it is nice to meet you, but how do you know so much about my mother and where she is?" I asked him; I did not trust him one bit and I certainly was not going to tell him where she was.
"I've known your mother for quite some time," he said, which I found to be utter bullshit, "and I am just curious to know where she is and if she is ok. Did she say anything to you while you were with her?"
"I'm not telling you a damn thing," I said managing to stumble trying to find a chair to sit in. "I do not know you and I do not want to know you. I do not care if you're royalty or not; I'm not going to put my mother in danger so I am going to keep my mouth shut and not say a damn word."
"He is here to help," Hermoine said to me.
"I don't trust you, why would I trust him?" I said as I stormed off. I needed to leave this place and I needed to leave fast; John followed me out and tried to stop me from going. I pushed him away and kept going until I reached the garage and picked the fastest car possible.
John slammed the door shut and got in-between me and door, "What the fuck is your problem? Let me get in."
"Where are you going to go? Where on this Earth can you possibly go without him finding you?" John asked, which made me think. Where could I go without The Dick finding me?
"Probably nowhere, but I know of one place I want to go and I want you to come with me." John looked at me curiously, but eventually took his hand off the door and let me get in the car.
"Where are we going?" John asked as I put the car into gear.
"Home," I said as I punched the gas and let all 800 horsepower roar to life.