Riding the dark box, Duncan lay in his shackles, wondering how on Earadun did the State Secret Service know about that... place, and why did they capture them. Geh, I hope they don't know who I am... Otherwise, it's gonna be shitshow... on my end!
Shrugging off his discomfort, he peered at his companion, who lay on the opposite side, deep in meditation.
Hands and legs folded in a lotus position (Duncan didn't know how someone could do this in a tight, confined space like a carriage with finesse), Titus lay deep in his thoughts. Sensing his gaze, Titus withdrew from his meditation, staring back at Duncan. "Always knew they were there. The only reason I did not attack them was that they were of little strength, as well as that I thought they were part of the Port Patrol. Turns out I was wrong..."
Sighing once more, Titus went back into meditation, going along with the flow. He knew better than to cause a commotion here, not since he lost the majority of his powers years ago due to that betrayal. I hope he still rules this land...
Just when they thought this couldn't get any worse, the door to the dark carriage opened, allowing the blazing Sun to illuminate its dark interior. Despite being blinded by the sudden influx of light, the SSS did not give a dman as they poked and prodded the prisoners to march forward. When they could see again, Duncan fell into deep despair.
Oh fuck, how are we in the Elven Royal Palace!?
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Despite both being there in the stone courtyard, weirdly enough, only Titus was bound to strong Durasteel chains. Hearing the clinks as he walked the ground filled Duncan with hate for his jailers. Trust me, if you only knew who he was...
Just before he could lodge his complaint, they arrived at their destination:
A giant wooden door, carved with murals of ages gone by–
One corner had the image of Aeldwyn the great, shooting the unholy beast that forced anyone near it to dance uncontrollably until they died.
One corner depicted Eseldir the Matron planting the seeds of what would later become the World Tree.
One corner showed the Elves dancing as the days passed, joy radiating brightly.
But it was the final corner that sucked Duncan's breath away. Despite him seeing it millions of times, he still cannot forget it:
The final corner showed the Elves being saved by their saviour, a tall being clad in ancient armour, reminiscent of the mythical powersuits he once heard of in his past life.
Before he could gaze at it any further, the large door opened itself, revealing it to be full of Elves, all visibly placed in high positions. "How dare you intrude upon our sacred sanctuary, and how dare you bring a filthy outsider to our holy land!"
Unable to sit still any further, one of the Elves, an old man with a wiry moustache, immediately began berating Duncan, recognising him as one of their own (despite his rough stature visibly marking him as a Dwarf), by virtue of his ears.
Taking it as a signal, everyone began chastising Duncan, their complaints getting more and more vulgar. Just as he felt he could not restrain himself any further, a cold voice stopped them. "Silence! I shall handle him from now on! Everyone, for your insolency, get out!"
Hearing the anger in her voice, they all realised they had stepped too far. Realising that any further attacks on Duncan would cost them their seat (and possibly their life), they all hurriedly escaped with their tails tucked in.
Oh crud...
The vast canopy opened itself, revealing one of the, if not the most, beautiful women to have ever lived.
Her luscious platinum hair cascaded down to her shoulders, reflecting light onto her diamond-like face. Striking green eyes gazed upon him, filled with myriad emotions. Her striking red lips filled men's desire to hard it for themselves, a treasure comparable to the Antyrus Ruby of old. Her curves were all there in the right places, inciting men's lower regions – tbe golden ratio for eroticism and desire.
"Hey mom, how's it going..."
Duncan scratched his head guiltily, shame filling his heart for not talking to her for the past 57 years. Titus, on the other hand, had his jaws drop to the ground. He's that little pipsqueak's kid!?
Unable to retain her cold demeanour, the Queen of the Elves, Celestial Von Titania, lunged from her throne, flying through the air, before grabbing ahold of Duncan in a Koalun hug, bawling her eyes out.
"Bwaaah! Why didn't you call mommy all these years!? Bwaah..."