Elves

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Blood is familiar with me. As I am familiar with it. I see it in small amounts, and big amounts. Sometimes red sometimes blue,

though not to many royal oblivions are murdered these days.

People of the pixie world do not hate shadowers, nor do they like them. They deal with botherers as oblivions deal with flies, or spiders. Or guinea pigs. Though they don't really "deal" with guinea pigs. They choose to keep them. They must be mad. Guinea pigs may seem harmless. But the way they look at you makes me shiver. It doesn't matter if I'm small, even for an elf, even if I were as tall as a giant I would still never touch another guinea pig, ever.

Mermaids and fairies may have no problem with people of the shadow world. But we do. Shadowers are creatures that live closer to to the earths core as any oblivion could ever reach in there drilling machines before their skin and bones melted. They can stand any extreme heat, or cold. Most shadowers spend their life in the... shadows, but some come up, and that is when a shadowers changes to a botherer. That's where our problems lie.

Elves are creatures that people of the oblivious world may call munchkins or oompa-loompas, I alone, a short, (Just under 3 foot) 16 year old, girl, with red hair that falls to my shoulders, and grey-blue eyes, have the ability to kill five botherers in two minutes armed with only a gram if pixie dust and my elm wand. I am only ranked second out if my year of 136 elves.

"Hello"

I heard the voice as I walked over to my desk in the huge hall. It was made completely out of wood, with the green flags of our learning base hung along either side. I spun around elegantly.

"What do you want?" I said bitterly, scanning the boy infront of me.

"Okay stressy, I was just wishing you luck"

"Luck is for leprechauns, besides why on this earth would you want to say good luck to me?"

"Just a friendly gesture. You never know what might happen."

I stare at the top ranked student in the hall. One space above me, beat him and the glory is mine.

"One, we are not friends. Two, you know I could never beat you. Three, luck doesn't exist. Four, that was a rhetorical question."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"About what?"

"That you'll never beat me I know you, your determined"

"Stop mocking me. You know nothing about me."

"I meant that as a compliment"

"And do I care? What's with you today? You hate me. We've been rivals for years." I say. What is wrong with him? We barely talk and suddenly now he's acting like we're best friends.

"Rivals doesn't mean hate" he says.

As hard as it may be to admit it, he's right. As he usually is.

"Whatever" and then I sit down, ending the conversation. I guess that he senses its over because he walks away. I don't stop him.

Aspen Jasper is the most popular boy in school. He has loads of friends and just about every girl is head over heals for him. He has short brown hair and sea blue eyes. Although I can't help noticing that he has never had a girlfriend.

I am not. Although I may be top ranked girl. That doesn't make me popular. Pretty, blonde, dumb girls are popular, not me, the ginger, short girl. The closest thing I have to a friend is Pepper, the girl who sits across the aisle from me, Aspens sister. We often share looks when a popular girl is flirting with Aspen, or someone is caught passing notes in class. I have barely ever heard her voice.