Following the Reaper’s Destiny world, a young elf with purple hair and a purple moustache is currently looking out at the clouds that part for his airship, the wind swishing in his hair.
“Finch” a male voice rang out. Finch turns to face his right hand man who’s a hybrid between a fox and human “we’ve arrived”
“Good work Gordon, prepare for landing” Finch replies in a cheerful voice as the anvil is launched out the airship causing it to gradually slow down into a stop.
Finch and Gordon made their way through the cozy, bright corridor of the castle, pausing in front of a large throne with king Horace perched on his chair.
A cage sits next to him with a young elf with pointier ears than Finch’s, can be seen. “Meet, slave 1235” King Horace declares “the family he was serving for has complained so it is YOUR job to bring this man to the isles of darkness and get him executed”
Finch glances at the young elf, seeing the fear in his eyes and there’s a hint of empathy for the poor elf’s situation. “Seems a bit harsh, doesn’t it?” He comments in his cockney accent.
“He’s cute” Gordon whispers in his bosses’s ear, making Finch blush and shush at him.
“He killed the queen and refused to receive punishment” King Horace retorts.
Finch glances at Gordon for a couple of seconds “who wants to get punished…unless you’re into that stuff” he adds, winking at Gordon who smirks and raising an eyebrow.
King Horace slams his hand against his armchair, the noise ringing through the whole room “enough, obey me or you will be exiled along with your imbecile of a guard” he orders with a tone that makes it clear there will be no arguing.
Gordon reaches for his sword but Finch stops him then bows at the King before giving out a hand to the young elf which he slaps away. “Wow, feisty” Finch teases as he watches the elf sway his hips with every step.
Back at the airship, Finch is steering at the wheel when he hears footsteps behind him, when he turns around, there’s no one there. His eyes narrow suspiciously.
He barges into the young elf’s guest room, wanting to get more info on him “so..do you have a name?” He asks, the elf grunts in response as he lay on the bed, resting.
“Silas”
Finch sits on the edge of his bed, looking down at the sleepy elf “beautiful name” he replies with a charming smirk but Silas rolls his eyes. “So why did you kill the queen?”
Silas sits up and glares at Finch for a long time to the point that Finch starts feeling awkward. Silas then smirks and leans closer “because it’s fun” he replies but Finch doesn’t really believe it.
“I know that’s not why, what did she do?” Finch pushes for an answer when suddenly there’s a loud bang sound, yelling and the airship tilts to the side in the air, causing the bed to slide across the room and slamming into the wall, pushing Silas against Finch’s chest who wraps a protective arm around his waist and smirks down at the elf receiving a gentle punch on the chest and a scoff.
Finch pulls out his sword, a shiny golden sword with inscriptions on that Silas can’t seem to translate.
Finch rushes out to deck where he sees a bunch of elves in brown leather masks and armours as they hold what seems to be laser guns which he didn’t even know those weapons existed, they must have made the weapon by hand.
Finch lunges at one of them and knocks them out with the handle of his sword. Then lodges the sword into another guy’s hip making him fall to his knees.
Two masked elves approach with those weird laser guns and shoot him on the leg, making Finch cry out and fall the the ground in pain, he turns to notice a woman with bright pink hair holding on to Silas, who’s smirking.
“See ya!” He calls out smugly, the elf next to him pulls a string attached to his bag and a parachute shoots out as Silas and his crew jump off the airship and disappear. Finch stares in shock, realising he’s been bested.
“Silas you little b-“
TO BE CONTINUED
