A tall man with jet black hair styled with too much gel paced through his garden, watching the gnomes work as he thought. He wore a silver cape; a sign of nobility in the elven world. Then, he abruptly stopped walking just before a hole opened up in the grass in front of him, revealing a gnome with long braided hair. Like all gnomes, she had big, gray eyes and childlike bodies. They were plant-like and needed very little sleep, and even less food, since they received all their energy from the sun. The man was not surprised. In fact his tone indicated that he was more worried and anxious when he asked,
“Have you found her yet, Calla?”
“I may have found a clue. The roots sing of the forbidden cities, and of a large triangular tower about a thousand feet tall. Not nearly as tall as some of the places the elves have built but very tall in human standards,” Calla replied, “If we find out where that is, we may find where the kidnappers took the Moonlark.”
“The Eiffel Tower,” whispered the man, before he rushed into his crystal mansion to take medical supplies and a pale yellow leaping crystal. Then he stripped of his cape and donned human clothes. He wrestled with the thought of eating a few ruckleberries, but decided against it. Another elf would immediately notice that he was also an elf, and that would complicate things. Having lived in the forbidden cities for many long years he learned many things, including famous landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower. When he exited his crystal mansion, he told Calla
“We’re going to the Forbidden Cities,”
“Shouldn’t we alert the Collective first?”
“Already done,”. He had already hailed Tiergan on his Imparter and told him two words; “swan song”. Calla nodded and latched onto the man’s hand. Using his free hand, the man brought the leaping crystal to the morning sun, creating a yellow beam of light that shone on the ground before them. With no hesitation, the man and Calla stepped into the light and glittered away.
“Where are we?” Calla asked when they appeared on a sidewalk bustling with humans. The people did not even look up when they appeared, due to their Obscurers, which bent and merely walked past them.
“A place called Paris, in the forbidden cities,” the man replied. He pointed to a tall triangular structure that had had a semi-circle at the bottom, forming an arch.
“That’s the large triangular structure the roots sang of,” he explained, “Now let’s continue our search, it’s been 9 days since she disappeared. She should be around here…” He bent down to inspect the ground, looking for clues.
“They covered their tracks very well,” the man stated with annoyance, but he was also slightly impressed.
“Even so, the kidnappers cannot hide from the roots of the trees,” Calla insisted. She took a deep breath before singing a tune. The earth before her split open, and she jumped into the hole she made.
“I’ll tell you when I find her,” the gnome yelled before the ground closed up above her. The man sighed, and walked around the large city, looking for more clues for the whereabouts of Sophie Foster.
“Where are you Calla?” the man grumbled. It had been a few hours since Calla had disappeared, and she hadn’t came back, even though she should’ve found Sophie by now. The man had wandered near the outside city following nothing except his instincts. But he learned that instincts were good things to follow, especially in times of urgency. And his instincts told him this was a time of urgency. He looked around at the street he was on. Not many stores were open since it was nearly midnight. He lingered a bit more on the street, hoping Calla would pop out of the ground with news that she had found Sophie. Sophie had been kidnapped, but that was 9, almost 10, days ago. For the past days the Black Swan had been searching for her whereabouts, but weren’t very effective. Calla’s clue had been the best news he had received all week, and had given him hope. The man whipped out his Spyball and spoke Calla’s name, hoping to check on her. His heart fell when the Spyball displayed one word: Restricted. The same word that had popped up when he had tried to reach Sophie. Calla had been kidnapped. The man hadn’t wasted a second. He reached out his thoughts as far as he could, hoping to track Calla’s thoughts, but none were heard. However, he heard someone else's thoughts.
“Please!” she cried, sending her thought thousands of miles in every direction.
“Sophie!” the man exclaimed, attempting to track where the thoughts came from. Unfortunately, the thought faded nearly as fast as it came, not nearly enough for the man to pinpoint her location. But he managed to get the general direction. He ran west for a few seconds, then called out with his thoughts. Being an experienced Telepath, his thoughts could reach anyone a hundred metres away, but not even close to the range Sophie was capable of. He listened for a reply, but instead, he heard another help call from Sophie, this time much longer. And much louder.
“Please Fitz, I need your help. If you can follow my voice, please find me,” She transmitted. Hope flared in the man’s chest. He had nearly pinpointed Sophie’s location. He made a mad dash towards her thoughts. One more thought. That was all he needed to find Sophie and Calla.
“One more thought! Please!” He begged.
“I’m not dead-yet. Please, they’re going to kill us,” She pleaded one last time. The man was overjoyed. He had found Sophie. She was in the basement of abandoned apartment near the outside of the city. He opened his mind to check if anyone else was there, and shocked to find three elves just about to exit the apartment. He scrambled to hide in the alley beside the building behind some planks of wood. And blocked off his thoughts so no-one could hear them. Other than Sophie, he was the only one with an impenetrable mind, but still liked to block his thoughts just in case. The three elves opened up the front door just as he settled in behind the planks. They moved swiftly and silently through the parking lot and held up a jar of light, which illuminated the area. Each of them took out their pathfinders and leapt to their separate destinations, somehow managing to look ominous while glittering away. As soon as they were gone, the man counted to sixty, then hopped to his feet. He was nearly to the front door when the ground opened up in front of him, surprising the man so much, he tripped over the head that popped out of the hole.
“Ow!” Calla complained.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” the man accused, dusting himself off, “And I know where Sophie is.” Calla’s eyes widened.
“You did?”
“Yes. She’s in the basement of this abandoned apartment,” Calla’s interruption reminded him to do something important. He found his bottle of ruckleberries in his pocket and ate them. Soon he had transformed into a large, wrinkled man who smelled of feet.
“I was worried about you. I couldn’t see you when I used my Spyball,” he grumbled, "Where were you anyway?"
“Oh yeah. I made myself restricted to your Spyball a long time ago. But that doesn’t matter. I found one of the kidnappers' leaping crystal. I gave directions on this note! Now go rescue Sophie and give them the note. We can’t completely rescue them; we’ll be discovered!” The man sighed in frustration. He wanted to place Sophie in her bed at Havenfield. But then they would be discovered, and that would be very bad for him and the Black Swan. He grabbed the note with four vague and disconnected words and hustled into the building to rescue Sophie.
The apartment was abandoned long ago, and cobwebs and dust had taken over the building. To an unsuspecting person, the building didn't look like the place where evil elves took kidnapped children, but the man could see places on the floor where the dust wasn't as thick as other places. He found himself in the lobby, which branched off to the left and to the right. There was no furniture in the room; all of it was taken when the apartment was abandoned. He swiftly descended stairs which led to an open room, which was probably a laundry room once upon a time. He saw no sign of Sophie. The man didn't give up hope. He searched the room for hidden passageways, first the walls, then the floor. He had nearly spent over an hour searching the small room when he discovered a faint line that curved, making a hill shape, on the stairs. Studying the line closely, the man discovered that the line was connected to another curved line, opposite of the first line. Between the two lines was a circle, and surrounding the lines was a larger circle. The symbol: an eye inside a circle. The area around the symbol smelt of smoke. The man took out a match and struck it, then traced the lines of the eye. Where the match touched did not burn, it only smoked and glowed red. When the man finished tracing the lines, the stairs flipped open, revealing another set of stairs beneath them, leading down. The man took a deep breath, and descended the stairs, swiftly and silently to save Sophie, and later leave her to wake up in an alley in Paris with nothing but four words.
(Two days later)
The apartment was abandoned long ago, and cobwebs and dust had taken over the building. To an unsuspecting person, the building didn't look like the place where evil elves took kidnapped children, but the man could see places on the floor where the dust wasn't as thick as other places. He found himself in the lobby, which branched off to the left and to the right. There was no furniture in the room; all of it was taken when the apartment was abandoned. He swiftly descended stairs which led to an open room, which was probably a laundry room once upon a time. He saw no sign of Sophie. The man didn't give up hope. He searched the room for hidden passageways, first the walls, then the floor. He had nearly spent over an hour searching the small room when he discovered a faint line that curved, making a hill shape, on the stairs. Studying the line closely, the man discovered that the line was connected to another curved line, opposite of the first line. Between the two lines was a circle, and surrounding the lines was a larger circle. The symbol: an eye inside a circle. The area around the symbol smelt of smoke. The man took out a match and struck it, then traced the lines of the eye. Where the match touched did not burn, it only smoked and glowed red. When the man finished tracing the lines, the stairs flipped open, revealing another set of stairs beneath them, leading down. The man took a deep breath, and descended the stairs, swiftly and silently to save Sophie, and later leave her to wake up in an alley in Paris with nothing but four words.
(Two days later)
The man who had performed the rescue was now wandering around in the silver tower, the place where the elves in the elite levels studied and lived. He was overjoyed that Sophie had made it back to the Lost Cities, even if she had nearly faded away and was in critical condition. The man knew she could make it.
The End.
That was all! Hope you liked it. If you saw this fanfiction before, you might notice that I updated the fanfic. Even if I barely got any views. I'm really nice. :)
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