Important! and this makes 4. :) please know that my PR will be taking a week to recover and there probably wont be any new chapter's until then. allthough i will continue to write the raw's. Merry christmas Everyone enjoy this gift. Chapter 14 :GG:

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Avrin slowly coughed as he looked around, vision still a slight blur and his body acting as if it had reset and everything was being checked. His vision slowly recovered and he found himself in a dark room with nothing but a column of light with many colours reflecting around and containing him. When he touched the column it had a feeling of unmatched strength, as if he could never get through it. He then remembered yesterday. He had fought someone although he didn’t know who it was, he had attacked without waiting.

It seemed whoever it was had decided to keep him in here. He shrugged it off and sat down on his butt with his hands over his knees as he tried to breathe a bit more, as if he felt he needed it. He gazed at the right side of his body. His right side had a weird feeling, but his arm, oblivious to him had regenerated. He had felt an intense pain before blacking out. After that he couldn’t remember anything else.

He pressed his formerly lost right hand against his face as his heart was beating quicker at his situation. He was captured. Would he be killed or experimented on or even sold? Who knew would what happen? Little did he know, it was the same feeling the fairy he had captured before had, a sort of karma had reached full circle.

"Where is this place?" He continued to look around, opening his eyes wider as if he remembered something. “I wonder if he is alive. I’m sure I did something to help him. Speaking of which…" he raised his hand and began to try and focus his power. It gave his body a slight pain, as if telling him he hadn’t fully recovered. It also led him to cough in a slight fit before he calmed down and laid on his back. "Seems like I’m stuck here for a while..."

Little did he know, a guard would enter just then and gasp before running off to inform Myra. Avrin turned his head and barely saw him leave and kept cautious, as he most likely went to tell whoever it was that caught him he was awake.

"Doesn’t seem like they’re going to leave me here with much free time. I need a plan." Avrin continued to look around, desperate for an escape route, but he knew it was useless without his abilities. After ten minutes, he leaned against the back of the Etilith binding shield and waited for whoever it was the figure had went to get.

He didn’t have to wait long, as five minutes after that, a small creature similar to the one he had caught appeared. She wasn’t tall and had four small wings on her back and she wore a white and green robe with blue trimmings around the collar. It wasn’t a fancy robe, but enough to give the impression of someone important. What caught Avrin's eye was the staff she held. It didn’t take a genius to tell it was either extremely expensive or extremely powerful.

Avrin clicked his tongue casually as he wondered if this was the person who caught him. Myra began to speak to him in a language he obviously didn’t understand.

"Ne arefu ti nieshuk caru isne me biastu?"

Avrin raised a brow as he scratched the back of his head and replied. "Look I don’t know who you are, but I don’t have a clue what you’re saying. If you’re here to interrogate me, I don’t plan to tell you anything. Nor is the language barrier going to help you to do so." Myra was taken aback. She blinked as she gazed at the taller elven man who had a long beard and droopy eyes and held a lesser looking staff. He then stroked his beard and talked to Myra in the same language, to which Myra smiled and laughed, then nodded before looking back at Avrin.

Avrin felt impatient. Even though he was the one at their mercy, he felt like an animal locked in a cage. Of course, he could never share the same feelings as the sylph who felt death around him. The old man then threw a small round glowing crystal through the shield that rolled towards Avrin. Avrin cautiously picked it up and looked at it. It had a swirling grey magic inside it, but that was all he thought it could do. Avrin then looked at the two who seemed to motion to the crystal then at their own mouths.

"You want me to eat this funny looking crystal are you out of your minds?" Avrin spoke in vain, as they didn’t understand him. And continued to motion further for him to eat it. He sighed and went along with it. Surely they wouldn’t keep him alive all this time just to poison him. He placed the crystal in his mouth and it melted and the magic inside it turned into liquid that went down his throat. He coughed again before almost vomiting at the weird electric feeling. He heard the voices again in a more clear tone.

"Ho ho ho, my priestess, he ate it. It seems he isn’t stupid, to say the least."

Myra then replied happily, “I wonder if it worked. It was the first one produced. I’m sure using him as a test subject was not wasted." Avrin felt irritated at their words. He then called out, slamming the shield that stood between them and giving a glare. "Bastards! Who are you calling stupid? And you, you damn little freak, I’m not a test subject!!" The two sylphs stood back in a slight fear as they heard the words Avrin spoke, before looking at each other and dancing slightly in delight at the success of their creation.

"It did work! Very good! We can make more now." The elderly man spoke to himself before Myra gazed at Avrin and huffed angrily at Avrin's words. After the excitement died down, she recoiled at what he had actually said. "I’m not a freak!!! And for your information I saved your life, more or less. If not for me, Syrana would not just have taken your left arm...." she stood quiet as she gazed at his left side, seeing it had healed, as well as his arm. She sweated a little. There was no magic that could regrow a limb and some of the body within days. Something of that level required Divine magic at least to restore it in a month. But for a few days, it was at least deity level.

Myra carefully looked at Avrin before she thought to herself, Could this man be wielding some enigma level magic not seen before? I must find out. She cleared her throat and spoke, "You there. You look like an elf, but also a demon. You also have some strange magic. Who are you?"

Avrin gazed at the small fairy and grinned as he folded his arms. Her sentenced referred to his left arm being destroyed but his body had recovered it. Surely in this world there was nothing like that. He felt special, somewhat. "Me? Why are you so curious and nosey? Don’t you know it isn’t polite to ask others their names before telling your own?" Myra and the old man were again taken aback at Avrin's words. In a sense, he was right, as it was the right thing to do, but logically he wasn’t in any position to speak as such. But the sylph, as they were admiring order went along. Myra cleared her throat again. “I am Myra, fairy priestess of the sylph." Avrin looked down at her as he made a quick expression of awe. "Ahh, I see. So fairies do exist in this world." Myra was confused by his words referring to this world, but shrugged it off. Maybe it was a foreign term. The man then spoke after Myra.

“I am Surven, Advisor to the Hierarchy.” Avrin didn’t hear the man call himself his own race, but he had a guess.

"Are you an elf by any chance?" Both Myra and the man seemed confused, before the man spoke in kind "Uhh, yes I am. Have you not seen one of us before?"

Avrin ignored the question. "Well, I guess it’s fair. My name is Avrin." Myra was delighted to be making some progress and she sat down on both knees and poked the shield. She seemed childlike when not around most of her subjects. Those close to her come to know this.

"Avrin, such a unique name. Interesting. What are you Avrin?"

Avrin couldn’t answer the question even if he wanted to. "I’m not sure I can answer a question I don’t know myself." Myra was confused and her advisor even more so. Perhaps he was some sort of unique being. Although the races of Seleria were created by gods, the gods also created the seeds of life for naturally born races such as goblins, orcs, and even the Nemeans and Hecate gorillas seen before. So it wasn’t strange to discover a new race, but one as unique looking and sentient as Avrin was definitely on a different level.

"Avrin then. Can you tell me, when you were fighting Syrana, your body was different to how you are now. And you used dark magic. What is that magic .and what was that form? There’s also reports of one of our elves nearly losing a leg to an ice-like spell that was made by a strange disk. And why did you kill those Leophats?" Avrin was facing away from them as he listened carefully. By asking questions, he himself was able to get some information of what had happened since he was passed out. Avrin chuckled softly

"Sorry, I didn’t think anyone other than a deadly creature would step on those things. I’m surprised he even managed to keep the leg." Myra wasn’t impressed and she huffed again, wanting him to answer more.

"Relax priestess." Avrin spoke half-heartedly, which made the man feel irritated at how rude Avrin was. Avrin continued, "A lot of questions...but I guess I have nothing better to do. So those lion things are called leophat's? What a shame, I liked the name Nemeans. The thing your friend stood on is called a permafrost mine. A weapon designed for protection, so to speak. It wasn’t my intention to use it to attack anyone other than protecting myself." Avrin spoke in a tone that made it hard to doubt his words.

"Hmm, as for the fight, who is Syrana?" At that moment, a figure stepped from the dark entrance, but not before speaking out. "The one who desperately wants to put you down for good." The somewhat tall female elf, who could’ve put all human models to shame, revealed herself in the same attire as before and glaring heavily at Avrin, almost as if she was about to kill him where he stood.

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