Elven Help

The sun was like a curse upon the land, scorching the dried fields and heating the deserted plains. Jason trudged on, ignoring the sweat trickling down between his eyes. His back was pressed down by the weight of his latest prize: the red-and-black armour, emblem of a dragon slayer in the town of Cyrus.

The heated plains opened up to reveal a small oasis of sort. Jason sighed in relief, quickening his pace as soon as he spotted the lush greenery ahead of him.

After refilling his water pouch and sharpening his sword, Jason slipped out of his burnt clothes (which were smelling extremely ripe) and put on the armour. It, like the sword he wielded, felt extremely light. Bending down to pick up his weapon, he found the armour rather flexible. Not wanting to take any chances, he took off the breast plate and gave a quick stab at it with his sword. He made sure he kept the metal-burning light the weapon emitted turned off.

Jason realised the weapon worked with his thoughts. If he wanted the light to turn on, he just had to command it to. Also, it was linked to his emotions. The more emotional he got during fights, the stronger the power of the light.

The breastplate produced not even a scratch. Jason smiled as he put the armour back on. He decided to leave his old clothing behind and buy some new ones at the next town. Withdrawing his money bag, he headed off.

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Elvinio, City of Elves was a magnificent spectacle. Its high-rise buildings and polished streets overwhelmed Jason greatly. He felt out of place in his armour when everyone else were in either traditional robes of fine cotton or the more modern day clothes. Pointy-earred elves rushed from street to street, all going about their work.

Not all the residents of Elvinio were elves; many smartly-dressed humans wearing robes only a millionaire could afford pranced about the streets like nobody's business. Jason's mission today was simple: get the help of Elvinio's greatest mage: Elfin.

Elfin's Corner was easy to spot. A large sign overhead with an arrow pointing to a more remote part of the city hung before Jason. He followed the arrow and approached a well-maintained mini-manshion. Jason jumped across the stone steps of a large pond, nearing the door with each light-hearted step. Finally he got to the door and knocked twice.

"Yes?" said a cool voice as the door opened slightly, revealing a pair of emerald eyes.

"I have an appointment. I sent a messenger from Cyrus a week ago?" Jason replied just as cooly.

"Come in," said the voice, and the doors were pulled apart. Jason stepped in. The room was dark.

The emerald eyes were gone, the room was gone, in an instance, Jason's feet no longer touched the ground of the manshion. He was no longer at Elfin's Corner.