“Not hate. The humans deal with us, but there is always revulsion. As if we are tainted. You are the first human who has not treated me that way,” she says, putting her hand on my leg, “and for that, I thank you. Even amongst my own kind, I am rejected,” she says unhappily.
“What?” I ask her in shock. “Why?”
“Because I am an Elf, yet I take lives. I am an assassin. I use my magic to kill. Not just animals, but whatever or whoever I’m paid to kill,” she says, looking away from me.
I think that one over. I mean, she just admitted she’s a killer. But honestly, who am I to judge? This is not my world. And who knows, now that I am here I might end up doing exactly that. Killing. To survive. I can’t just go to the police station down the road or call them on my smartphone. Because guess what, Alex? That’s gone. Although, if she wants to stay with me, I can’t have her going around doing that anymore, right?
“Leeha,” I ask her slowly. “If I say yes to you staying with me, to destroy this world as you say, will you promise only to kill if you need to protect me or yourself, and only if I order it?”
“If you will take care of me, yes!” she says passionately, staring at me intensely.
“Then it’s a deal,” I tell her with a smile, and bending down towards her, I kiss her lips as a seal. But really, it’s because I just want to kiss her since she’s so fucking hot.
Chapter Eight
Breaking away from the kiss after about a minute or two, I catch my breath and look at her. Leeha’s cheeks are red, and she is breathing hard as well.
“Hmm. The bird,” I tell Leeha, putting my forehead against hers.
“What?” she says, looking at me, still dazed from the kiss.
“The bird is burning,” I say.
“Oh, shit!” she says, scrambling up and grabbing the sticks. She takes them off the fire and looks at them, then looks back at me, blushing. “They are done,” she says, and hands me one of the sticks with half a cooked bird on it.
“Sorry for the lack of plates,” she says with a smile and a shrug.
“Hmm, let me see. If I can make sticks, why not plates?” I ask her with a grin.
With the stick in my hand, I think Earth and then Stone Plate. The stick begins to change shape by melting towards my hand, bringing the cooked bird towards my hand at the same time. As the stone reaches my hand, it flattens into a round shape and actually starts to look like a plate, and then it deposits the bird piece gently on its flat surface. Once the transformation is done, I have a cooked piece of bird on a rock plate.
I hand the plate over to Leeha, who looks dumbfounded as she takes it. I grab the other Rock Stick and do the same thing, and within seconds I have my own plate with a piece of bird on it. Which, I now notice, smells amazing. Almost like cooked chicken, really. I can’t wait to eat it, though a fork and knife would have been good, but then I would also need a table and a chair. Don’t overdo it, Alex. Grabbing a piece of the hot Macoa, I blow on it and pop it into my mouth.
Damn, this is like chicken, but it has a better taste to it. Like it doesn’t need salt or pepper at all. It’s like it’s infused with spices already. I look over at Leeha in surprise, and see she is looking at me eagerly.
“Good?” she asks me, grinning from ear to ear.
“How is that possible? It tastes like it’s been spiced?” I laugh.
“The Macoa is a special bird in that it eats seeds that are spicy, which infuses its meat. We were lucky that one was out here today, as it’s been days since I last saw one,” she declares, biting into her own meat and giving a moan of pleasure.
Damn, what else will I find in this world? It makes sense that I would not find animals from my world because of natural selection. Or will I? I mean, she mentioned the Cat People and the Rabbit People. So maybe there are animals from my world here?
“Are there such things as bears, wolves, sheep, horses, deer, and such here on Boromour?” I question Leeha, taking another bite of Macoa.
Nodding, she answers, “Yes. I assume by your reaction that there is no such thing as Macoas on your world?”
“Nope, because damn, they taste amazing, and if we did have them at one time, I guess we hunted them to extinction. Which, on my world would not surprise me,” I finish with a sigh.
“On your world, are my people there?” she asks me with a mouth full, covering her mouth with her hand.
“No,” I tell her. “Honestly, on my world all we have are humans. Things like Elves, or these other races you mentioned? They are only in our stories and fantasies. The God who sent me here said that there are many worlds out there, each different from the other. Mine has no magic to speak of, or if it does, I have never seen it. We are a society of technology. Though, I always loved stories that involved magic.” I don’t go into gaming, as I am sure that would just confuse her.
Leeha thinks about that before answering. “I cannot imagine a world with just Elves. While you humans find us disgusting and revolting, we Elves do not feel the same about you. Though some of the humans I have met are pigs,” she says with a sneer. “Even those ones would still not touch us.”
“Is there a reason
