Chapter 9: Bad News
“Is she awake yet?” I heard someone say as I slowly open my heavy eyelids. “Where am I??”, I am moan in pain. I sense tension in the room as I speak. “How's her heartbeat?”, I hear a voice ask. “Perfect, even though the surgery should have her at an un-normal pace.” “Definitely a blood-soul, just as I suspected.”, said a deep voice. Now I really need to know what's going on, what surgery? I don't remember being hurt. Just getting captured! I try to yell but it comes out as a squeak instead, getting caught in my throat. I see a man with long white hair and gentle wrinkles resting on his cheeks approaching me. “Hello, blood-soul. Welcome to the Elvish Territory. We are deeply sorry we had to meet by kidnapping you, but it was the only way to keep you safe.” Is this guy mental? How is kidnapping me when I was so close to the dang tree helping me? What a nut case. “You may recall when the monster tried to stop you from arriving at the tree. We would like to stop you as well, or at least help you for the dangers ahead. Things await you at the tree that you may not suspect. Your greatest fears.” “How do you know all this grandpa?”, as soon as I said it I regretted it. He flashes me a dirty look. Elves are supposed to be clever, they must be trying to help me. Why be so rude? Now I take my time to listen for an explanation. “I believe you have the persipian blade in your waistband at the moment”, he said matter of factly. “ Are you familiar with Alazar the great wizard?” “Well if you mean stabbing him and escaping, then yes I'm familiar.” “Well Alazar stole the blade from the sanctuary; they were after him, but now they're after you.”
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