I haven’t been what I pictured for as long as I lived. I always pictured myself talking to people and being perfect. “Miss Lily, are you able to tell us what the square root of 19 is?” Mr. Mad says. I tremble for a second, then my mind starts its work. I see stars and numbers, glances of memories. I go up to the board and write 4.35889894354. Mr. Mad sighs and says, “Very good, but would you please explain.” He knows I hate writing because I can’t speak, and when I try, my head hurts. I write sentences and sentences until I finish. He reads them aloud and says, “Very well, you may go back to your seat.”
After the heavy ring of the bell, everyone stands up and says, “Thank you, Mr. Mad.”
Then the other kids rush out at the speed of light. The day ends, and I walk home slowly. Suddenly, I see a girl. I glance again and she disappears. “You know that we, elves, don’t stare.” I turn around and see that girl again. I think in my mind,
What elves, crazy girl?
“Hey, that is so rude,” she says.
Wait, you can read my mind!?!? I think in my MIND!!
“Yes, all elves speak through their minds,” she sighs.
“Wait, wait, wait, what elf stuff?” I ask.
“I am here to take you to the world of time and life,” she explains.
“How do you read my mind? I want to think for myself,” I inquire.
“Just look in your brain and say, ‘Time is life.’ Also, my name is Theiry,” she says.
“Neat name! So where are we going in this so-called elf world?” I ask.
“Follow me, and just do what I say,” Theiry commands.
She takes out a shining necklace and says, “Life has turned, change is made.” A blasting blue light shines in front of us. Theiry takes my hand and squeezes it. I close my eyes and pray.
I suddenly see trees, fairies, flowers that change colors every minute, and elves. I thought they would have pointy ears, but most of them don’t. I see a bunch of elves. Then I see one that has leaves and vines for hair and tree bark for skin. There is one elf with pointy ears and strands of white hair. I look all around my hair. I don’t have the strands of white hair.
A bold voice says in my mind, “Who is this uhh, human?”
I flash behind me, but I don’t see anyone. I look around and see a gust of wind swarming around Theiry. Somehow, Theiry is talking to the wind. How crazy can this get? Then I hear something that I remember from when I was little. This song called Little Elf. It sings like an angel.
“Little elf, ride and lie
Take the time to stay in your prime
Little elf, hide and guide
Make a choice of left or right
Little elf, kind and fine
Take a chance to stay all the time
Little elf, ride and lie
Take the time to stay in your prime.”
The song strikes me hard in the gut. I follow the music and start singing it in my mind. Then, I feel a person place a hand over my shoulder. I turn and see Theiry. Amazed, she asks, “How do you know this song?”
“I heard it sung by someone,” I reply.
“Who are your parents?” Theiry questions me.
“My parents abandoned me as a child,” I snap back.
“Okay, c’mon, we need to get to my house,” Theiry says.
Theiry and I walk on a path and see a HUGE mansion. I see three people waiting for us. Theiry walks up to a man and whispers to him. The two other people are stunned. I slowly walk toward everyone. I hear, “We will try.” Then a blast of fire shoots at me. I somehow feel all of the power in my body turn into light, go to the fire, and turn it into ash. Everyone stares at me with amazement.
Then I hear, “All hail princess Lily.” Everyone drops to their knees. I think,
What the heck is going on??!!!!????
“What happened is that you are the princess who was stolen by humans. They stole you as a child because they wanted us to be even. We kinda killed their president. By accident!” Theiry explains.
“How do you know I am this ‘missing princess?’” I question her.
“Only the bloodline of rulers can be connected to the sunlight,” Theiry says.
“Your parents are the rulers of the eleven races,” a deep voice says.
“Lily, this is my dad, Trix,” Theiry says.
Trix is a tall, brown-haired elf.
“This is Jakknas, and this is Amar.” Theiry introduces me to the other two elves.
“Hello, this is the arrow and bow from the elven race.” Amar, a blond girl with long hair, slowly pulls out a silver arrow and a bow with trees and flowers.
“Thank you,” I answer.
“I am sad to say, but the king and queen were assassinated last night,” Trix says in despair.
“You will have to become the ruler of the elven kingdom.” Amar declares.
I take the bow and arrow and say confidently, “I am ready.”
“When the king and queen died, a poison gas went into the eleven worlds. Only someone from the royal bloodline can go to Nexis and go into the light. Because the poison gas started from the royals, it has to end by a royal death,” Theiry says.
“The assassin knew that; it was their plan all along,” Trix says and puts his fist in the air.
“I am going to go there,” I say with determination.
“You will have to go to the other side of the world,” Trix says, after calming down.
“I am going to Nexis, whatever happens,” I say bravely.
I walk for weeks and months until I get to Nexis. I find out Theiry, Amar, and Jakkanas followed me; that is just too annoying. Elves do not need to eat food and drink water for years, but I still do.
Months Later:
I am at the grounds of Nexis. The place where anyone who goes into the light fades into ash. I am looking to Theiry, to Amar, and to Jakkanas. I stare into the light. I am thinking, Should I die and save millions or live and kill millions? I look at my arrow and bow. I give them to Theiry and say, “Take this to my parents’ grave.” I think I am who I pictured. I am who I want to be. I step into the light, I feel a teardrop go down my cheek. I say, “Goodbye.” Then I slowly feel my body turn into ash. I am gone.
Epilogue:
What, where am I? I stand up and see broken cities and dust. I see gray clouds with a beast’s face.