Chapter 158: The Elven Kingdom (I)
Everything happened in a blink of an eye. That was the best way to describe it, the whole transition, we all somehow ended up in the Eleven council's room. Throughout the entire trip, my mind was numb, completely immersed in what had happened to me the past hour. We walked through the thick forest as I mind filtered out the constant chatter of Cathy's voice as it droned on in pride, describing everything about her home.
The others, who were interested, were Stryd and completely enamored by the beauty of the environment that his jaws were half hanging out throughout the walk. It was quite unnerving to see because his canine teeth showed, making him look like a hungry orc ready to devour a poor soul.
I was engrossed in my thought over what had happened that I missed all the beautiful scenery that the Elven Kingdom had to offer.
Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. A gut feeling rose in my stomach, telling me that she really was the one who summoned all those legendary monsters. At first, I didn't believe her, and it took a bit of time to settle in. Now, I am sure she was capable. It was unheard of for someone to even summon legendary creatures, but she also killed the Dragon Maiden. Anyone who could do something absurd like that was bound to be able to do something crazy like summoning legendary creatures to cause havoc.
The proof was there. She summoned two right before our eyes. No, let me correct myself. In total, there were the Hydra, Phoenix, Black Gryphon, and the Titan that was out, roaming around the world, causing mass chaos.
It was as if it was just on cue when I heard a voice penetrate my cloud of thoughts.
"Phil, are you implying that you saw the Legendary Hydra and Phoenix all in the same area?" The elderly elf, named Guinevere, who, in my opinion, looked nothing past 25 years old, asked with concern. He had lovely silver hair draped in front of his shoulder as his pointed ear peeked out from the side. Beautiful, like all races of elves. Honestly, a bit more dazzling than Phil himself, which had softer features than Phil.
Even his eyes were strikingly silver, which seems to be a regular thing with the elves. This whole place would make any man or woman drool with excitement or consider it the closest thing to paradise with natural beauty in both environment and the people.
Their traditional clothes were simple, mostly wearing from green to brown with hints of blue.
They weren't flamboyant, but more natural as if even the clothes they were wearing would perfectly blend with the environment itself. While Guinevere had a striking face compared to the other elves that were sitting around him. He had an air of elegance, like all elves usually have, but was more refined, almost heavenly.
We were inside a well carved out large tree that was entwined into a knot. It was a simple room with a rug, rows of plants that looked like tulips that lit up the area were dangling from the ceiling. At the other end were some kind of altar or a shrine that seemed to be in dedication for some deity that I didn't know. Even still, the warm atmosphere that the room gave off was almost lulling to the point where I could easily go to sleep.
"Truth," Phil replied with a stern voice. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with the other seven other elves who were present.
"Impossible," Iaewinth, the youngest out of all the seven council elders, said with a disbelief tone. It was written clearly on her beautiful face that she didn't believe or like Phil, which made me also defensive. Her arms were crossed in front of her as she tapped her fingers impatiently.
"Only one legendary monster is allowed to appear every 6,000 years. How is it possible that there are more?"
Phil rolled his eyes at her and replied. "Haven't you been listening to what has happened these past years?" His voice was calm, but there was a hint of tension between them. "The Black Gryphon appeared first when the Black Dragon fell. Soon after, the Titan appeared."
"Preposterous." Iaewinth waved her hand in front of her. It's just an overgrown, Orc."
The word overgrown made me scowl. We all saw it with our own eyes, and she stated that we were all delusional at the same time, which was impossible. I was quite sure I was sane during the whole incident, which I wished was never true.
"Overgrown Orc." Cathy snorted. "Is your head in the cloud from huffing too much magically dillweed?"
Iaewinth gapped but quickly shut her mouth as she glared. "What I am saying is that in the history of our world, having more than three legendary monsters appeared at once is impossible. The most have been two from past history."
"See, then it means it's possible for there to be even more. If two came out at the same time, why not four?"
"Preposterous," Iaewinth states again, blowing off Cathy's words. This was the second time she had said it, which was starting to get annoying.
"It's the truth," Stryd even butted in on the conversation. His voice wasn't shaking, but was actually confident, which wasn't something that he was always in. "I am the handler of the Legendary Gauntlets Asphalt."
Iaewinth stopped for a moment to take a glance at Stryd, but she glanced away, not too interested in what he had to say. "Orcs….why are they even here…." She grumbled underneath her breath. Her voice was slightly loud, and we all heard it. I was quite sure she said it out loud for Stryd to hear.
"Do you think I'm lying?" Phil replied. He was getting annoyed at Iaewinth. "We didn't just escape death to tell a false lie when we all saw this."
"Pre-" Iaewinth was interrupted by Guinevere as he raised his hand to stop her.
"Enough," He replied. The tense atmosphere was starting to dwindle down, bringing back the cool breeze of air that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I assumed that Guinevere was doing this to calm all the hotheads that were present at this moment. It was as if a small bickering war would start at any moment right now. "If what Phil had stated is true and the others testify this, then the possibility of the prophecy is happening."
The other elders whispered in worry as they talked among themselves at what Guinevere had stated.
"You sure, Guinevere?" One of the few elders with a beard asked. "The prophecy for the end of the world to happen shouldn't be until another hundred thousand years."
"It seems we miscalculated."
"That's impossible. We had never been off by a hundred thousand years before. It was always a week or month, sometimes on rare occasions a year or two."
Guinevere shook his head, "Mistakes happen. You do know our ability to see isn't always spot on. Things changed…." He scanned around the room, and eventually, his eyes rested on me. "Maybe, something has caused that change to happen a lot quicker than expected."
His eyes felt like they were bearing into my soul as he did a quick glimpse and eventually glanced away back to Phil and Cathy. I felt a shiver of unrest as if I had been soul searched at that moment.
"That...could be a possibility…."
"Though, it seems that we also have the presence of the legendary weapon wielders." Guinevere inspected each of us. His eyes meticulously felt like they were heavy with wisdom, knowledge, and understanding. "To see more than one…." His voice stopped momentarily, making the other elders turn their gaze toward him. "Is quite a treat."
"What are you saying? Your saying there is more than one?" Iaewinth wasn't sure if Guinevere was stating the truth or not. Her lips turned upside down, not taking his words to heart. Instead, she didn't believe him at all. "You aren't that old." She sharply replied.
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