A white-haired elf walks out of the worn-down marble building with an irked look on his face. "Damn that girl, lucky for her I'm getting away from this damn place." He told himself, bringing a large backpack, hidden behind a leaf cape.

"Alvius Sir!" An elf greeted with a salute.

"Greetings, I'll be training in the grounds. Good luck with your shift." Alvius told hastily, finding the few respectful words he knew.

"Sir, the grounds are closed for Elvis' awakening. Aren't we going to guard the dungeon for now?" He asked.

"I'm having a day off."

"Really?"

Alvius bared his teeth. "Just guard the damn dungeon. I'm tired of these questions. Bye." He began fast walking away from him. The guard scratched his head, shrugging it off and entering the dungeon himself.

Alvius walked down the field, looking above the large marble walls keeping them within the castle's grounds. Outside of the walls was the Elven City hidden within the trees. He knew there were no influences of this awakening outside; it was the best place to return to, and he could simply change his identity.

"I just need to get over the damn wall." He hissed. A burst of green light reflects upon the walls. He didn't mind it at first until he turned to see the green beam from the altar, horror covering his face.

The beam showed a white-haired elf with a stern expression wielding a spear.

"What the...I was chosen!?" He gasped, the army murmuring among themselves. The priests, however, stared down at Alvius. He had no choice now.

He began to make a run for it through the wall, unpacking his bag and pulling out wind orbs. "You're a chosen one, Alvius."

The elf froze, seeing his friend with green glowing eyes suddenly right in front of him with his arms behind his back. "You can finally join us." The elf spoke with a distorted voice, holding out his hand.

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"This isn't right, It's impossible for me to get chosen due to my actions, why now!?" He asked, holding onto his orbs.

"You've done good, I've done bad. The awakened ones always go for good, explain this to me, damn it!" He yelled, utterly confused and terrified.

"It's the will of our True God, now please...don't try to run from us."

Alvius swiftly jumped out of his way, only to find himself surrounded by the elves with green eyes.

"Are you sure this is gonna work!?" Bourbon was sweating all over her body, arrows being whizzed away by clouds behind her. Gin smirked, loving her new experiences with the clouds she had in control. "I think I can do it!" She answered, a large cloud appearing before them.

She jumps at the cloud and lands on the fluffy surface, sitting up and giving the elves a finger. "I'll cherish your touch, you pointy bastards!" She laughed.

"Already?" Bourbon heard a voice from behind, and she immediately shuddered.

A green glowing-eyed elf with robes sat behind her, smiling.

"Oh hey...what the fuck?"

"Mistress wait!" Gin called, conjuring a cloud fist right above it. "I'll take care of this guy!"

The cloud fist suddenly splits in half, dispersing back into soft winds. The fairy clicks its cloudy tongue.

"We can talk back at the castle, won't that be fine?" The elf told.

The girl wasn't paying attention, she saw that the cloud they were riding on was descending at a rapid speed. "Gin!? What's going on!?"

"This guy's controlling the wind!" She yelled, conjuring more cloud fists to throw at the elf. Bourbon quickly followed it up with water bombs of her own.

The elf just smiled, the clouds dispersing and the bombs being blown off into the wind. "Oh hell nah!" She quickly pulls out a wand pistol from her bag. "Parry this ya elf!"

The elf's eyes widened as its head was blasted by a piercing bubble. "We... didn't expect that..." The elf said its corpse falling off the cloud. "You had that the whole time!?" Gin asked

"It was an emergency weapon; to be fair, I forgot about it until now." She told. She suddenly gasped as they had landed the cloud right beside a group of elves with glowing eyes.

"Damn you all, nothing terrifies me more than these crazy rituals!" The elf yelled, pulling out his spear. A corpse landed right in front of Avius. They all gasp in horror.

The elf didn't care blasting his wind orbs under his feet and launching him upwards.

"Can you get the cloud going!?" Bourbon asked, seeing elves running towards them. "Hold on a second!" The fairy reassured, and the cloud slowly lifted from the ground, leveling up the wall. "Let's go! Finally!" Bourbon raised her arms. "See ya suckers-"

A fluffy thud soon sounded in their cloud, looking back at the sound.

Alvius looked up, rubbing his head from the impact. "I don't remember the damn wall to be this..." He paused, looking at the girl.

"Aww come on!" She pulls out her water bomb. "Now you're after me too!?" She yelled.

Alvius groaned and held his hand out. "Hey bitch! Hear me out for a second!"

"Oh hell, Nah!"

"I beg of you, I'm not with them!" The sound of gulping his pride was loud indeed.

Bourbon looked at his bag, then looked down at the elves staring at them.

"If you throw me down now, you won't make it through the damn city." The elf told.

"Oh, I can just fly over it!"

"You'll be shot down by wind archers, what the fuck even is this!?"

Gin flies out of her hair. "So this is the dude who hates humans! Now yer sucking up!" The fairy laughed.

"A fairy!?"

"Yeah, I got plot armor!" Bourbon boasted. "I'm still gonna throw you off just cuz I hate your guts."

"Food...I know a place with good food." Alvius groaned, his desperate murmur blurted out. "Shit, it's over."

Bourbon tapped her chin. "Alrighty...what's your plan?"