Brendanjoke

It was just like any other day, or so I thought at least. The birds were chirping up on trees, clouds were rolling by the bright blue sky and Elves were dumpster diving in the alleyway.

Okay, one of those three didn't sound right...

I had a boring life once. Recently though, it has become less boring... to put it one way.

Finding a random Elf in the dumpster? Heh, must be a Monday.

A normal person would have walked by. A normal person would have ignored it.

I must be a pretty weird guy, then.

Now I have this Elf swearing her allegiance to me. What's next, vampires?

Better not jinx it.

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My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

This felt different from exhaustion, from pain… pain especially. I've trial-ed and error-ed too many times not to expect a stab in the gut, a slice in the neck, or anything really that'll make me wish for nothing else but the sweet release of death.

But this… truly… this was not… I wasn't giving, expending… now's the opposite… I was taking, receiving… like gulping down gallons of… something. Was this normal? Was she feeling what I was feeling? This was the problem with that calm constant on her face - it barely gives anything away.

"Still hanging on?" I heard Mom say, her voice resounding aloud before her lips even move to speak. "Or are you only pretending that you still can?"

She knows. Of course, she knows. Pain like this, sensations like these... how did I expect to ever be able to hide all this as well as she could?

"I can keep... going," I felt myself say, but didn't hear. "Let me keep going."

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