Page 37 of Wings of The Wraith
“Okay.”
I retracted my wings and helped her to stand.
“Where are we? Looks like the jungle.” She sighed looking around at our very green surroundings.
“I wish we were princess. I really wish we were.”
“I never read about elves. Are they like witches?”
I wished that too. That would have made life simpler. Witches and mages I knew, and I knew how to deal with. Elves on the other hand were a race of people who hated anything outside their realm.
They were part of the old world and wanted to keep it that way.
We would not be welcomed here. They would most likely consider us trespassers and kill us on sight.
“Alyssa, we have to be very careful here. Very careful. Elves are...they’re very powerful. My magic will only work within reason here. That means you too. Stay close to me.”
“I don’t plan to leave your side.” She nodded.
I took her hand and held it tight.
“We have to try and find the portal. It’s where the lavender grows. I know that could be anywhere, but we have to try and find it. I’ll use my magic as best as I can to track it.” And hope like hell our presence went unnoticed by the Elf Queen.
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This was the fifthtime we’d past the same God-awful plant with the purple tassels and bright yellow blossoms.
I growled in complete frustration.
Alyssa pressed her hand against a tree and turned to rest her back against it.
“Shit!” I snapped.
The fucking elves had for certain known that we were here and decided to toy with us. Screwing with my magic so I’d get mixed up and go around and around in circles like a fool.
Now I was tired, too.
I didn’t get tired. Ever.
That was them too.
“Can we rest? Please. I feel strange, like my legs are about to fall off.” Alyssa asked. “And hot.” She backed off her jacket to reveal a white vest top that made a great show of her breasts.
Then she loosened her dark mass of locks from the band that held it together.
“Sit down.” I told her.
She hadn’t slept yet. She’d slept a little back at Catharis, but that was over a day ago.
“You must be exhausted,” I added.
“I am,” she pulled in a withered breath and sank to the ground.
We must have been walking around for hours. We’d seen some fruit I was wary of her eating, but it seemed okay, so she ate it. It looked like a cross between a banana and an apple.
She’d said it tasted like that too.
I didn’t need to eat, but I remembered what it felt like to be hungry. I didn’t want her feeling hungry and tired and unable to continue with everything so messed up.
