CHAPTER I
"Hey, patsy! We have been looking all over for you," narked by the mean elves, the human lad outpaces them. The five cunning elves gape by the lad flinches before they start to gambol him cheerly. He runs into the town's depot which was once owned by his father, a priest. He clambers the barrels pantly because his hands get clammy so sudden.
"Watcha' doing?" asked one of the elf that had spotted him on the pile of the empty barrels. The clarion question gravitate his pals. "We does not chase you for nothing. You must pay for the renege, Flick Austern!" "Yeah! We elves never break promises but human does!" the green eyes that are gawking at Flick made him quandaring. He hates himself. He always quails at the elves anywhere at anytime. Such a timid boy!
"Who's in there?" spun around, the elves queer the shaggy greyish beard oldman's pitch before disappearing in the air.
The atmosphere is quiet chilling. Seeing his pampered son on the barrels, he knows what is going on as he mocks Flick in a querulous tone of voice. Flick gets down the barrels and sidles out of the abandoned depot, thinking about getting a stroll seaward near the castle makes his mind relish. He wonders if he can meet any royal maids' children there so that he can join them playing.
It is a breezy evening at the beach. He meanders around the beach when he saw no one there. Feeling lonesome, he lollops on the white sand. Once he stepped on any seashells, he crouched to pick them up and put it into his blue navy satchel tied tight on his waist. Suddenly, he halts. Seeing the moving bushes, he has a premonition that he will be going to get caught by the elves... 'not again. I am exhausted already,' he murmured. He perceives the bushes, stood froze... actually, uncertain of what to do next. Hiding? Chanting? Then, the appeared figure made him astounded.
"Chill... haha. I am an ostler. What's that look in your face, young man?" Flick, again in his world, was mesmerized by the warm gaze of the natty uniformed lassie, piercing his eyes with her sparkling hazel eyes, and he convinces that she is a matey kid. Kid? Why on earth is she calling him a young man just now? She seems to be more younger than Flick. But she looks more manful than him, now this feeling appears again. Such a lack of confidence guy.
"Don't be so febrile with me. I am no crucial person, am I?" the 'ostler' drawled and chuckles by herself.
"Who's in there?" spun around, the elves queer the shaggy greyish beard oldman's pitch before disappearing in the air.
The atmosphere is quiet chilling. Seeing his pampered son on the barrels, he knows what is going on as he mocks Flick in a querulous tone of voice. Flick gets down the barrels and sidles out of the abandoned depot, thinking about getting a stroll seaward near the castle makes his mind relish. He wonders if he can meet any royal maids' children there so that he can join them playing.
It is a breezy evening at the beach. He meanders around the beach when he saw no one there. Feeling lonesome, he lollops on the white sand. Once he stepped on any seashells, he crouched to pick them up and put it into his blue navy satchel tied tight on his waist. Suddenly, he halts. Seeing the moving bushes, he has a premonition that he will be going to get caught by the elves... 'not again. I am exhausted already,' he murmured. He perceives the bushes, stood froze... actually, uncertain of what to do next. Hiding? Chanting? Then, the appeared figure made him astounded.
"Chill... haha. I am an ostler. What's that look in your face, young man?" Flick, again in his world, was mesmerized by the warm gaze of the natty uniformed lassie, piercing his eyes with her sparkling hazel eyes, and he convinces that she is a matey kid. Kid? Why on earth is she calling him a young man just now? She seems to be more younger than Flick. But she looks more manful than him, now this feeling appears again. Such a lack of confidence guy.
"Don't be so febrile with me. I am no crucial person, am I?" the 'ostler' drawled and chuckles by herself.
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