Flame the Elf by Amber Riel (reading like a writer TXT) 📖

especially Flame because she was his one and only daughter. Of course he worried about his two sons as well just more for his daughter. He wondered into the woods, assuming that she would be there talking to his mother. He had remembered how Flame had told him she would be there but somehow he knew that it was a way for her to look for John. He wanted to see if his mother could be of any help though. “Mom…. Do you know where Flame is?”         

“Yes,” his mother answered. “She’s looking for John.”         

“Oh no….” The king felt his heart drop as he began to tense up. “She’s going to get hurt because of John.”  

“Flame is a smart girl, James,” the king’s mother replied. She had faith in her granddaughter. She had more faith in Flame than in John. “She’ll be safe you just have to believe in her. Don’t go looking for her. She’ll be safe. I know she will.”         

“You know, mom, you’re right,” James replied as he began to relax a little but the fear was still there hiding. “It’s just I don’t want to believe in her. Well, starting today I will.”         

“That’s right my son.” James’s mother smiled.

“Bye, mom.”         

“Bye, James.”

 

          

The queen stood in the throne room, holding the baby in her arms. She waited for James to return along with their two children. She was panicked by the thought of anything bad happening to her loved ones.

When James finally walked into the room, he knew he had to tell her what was going on and let the words slip from his mouth.         

“John did what?!” the queen asked as fear and worry grew stronger inside of her.         

“He’s on the bad side now, Elizabeth, and there’s nothing we can do about it.” James watched the worry grew a thousand times stronger in his wife’s beautiful eyes as tears and pain slowly took over her body.         

“And what about Flame, James? What about her?” Elizabeth asked, trying to remain strong but losing it. 

James took a moment before saying anything else. “She’s going to look for John but she won’t betray us like he did. I know she won’t because my mom told me to believe in her so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Elizabeth broke down when Kate and the butler walked into the room. “Sir…. May I ask what is wrong with your wife?” Kate asked, softly.         

“Yes you can…. See John ran away,” James spoke as he pulled the note out and handed it to the maid, “to do whatever and left this note on his bed. Flame found it there. Here you can read it if you want.”         

“Okay.” Kate took the note and read it then handed to the butler.

The butler was confused by what he had read.

Villains

John took refuge in an old, abandoned castle. The place had been deserted for centuries. It needed to be fixed up but it was perfect for the evil prince. He had placed a sign on a window which let the world know that he was looking for help.         

Humans, elves, and other creatures gathered from all parts of Tyrannrex and other surrounding places for work. John interviewed each person one by one, displeased with each one he had met. None of them had seemed fit for the job.         

“Your name is?” he asked a human man with blue hair and purple colored eyes.         

The human was someone of no importance and the prince would easily have him put to death for no reason at all. “Sir Bye….” The man replied. “Bye Tendo at your service, Prince John.”         

John knew instantly that he didn’t want the human around. The man’s unique name hadn’t helped either. “I’ll get back to you on this, Bye,” he lied, hoping the man would leave. “Yea right,” he muttered under his breath.         

“What was that?” Bye asked.         

“Nothing…. Nothing at all.”         

“Okay.” The human left without another word.         

John sighed with relief glad that the human was gone. He wouldn’t have stood another moment with the man.         

“John? John Caution? Is that you?” a familiar voice had asked from behind.         

John turned his attention toward the new comer and recognized the other elf. The new comer was about his age with red spikey hair, a beard growing with a noticeable mustache attached to it around his mouth. “Timmathy Titan?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”         

“I want to help you,” the other elf replied. “That’s why.”         

“Good.” John and Timmathy had been friends for a few years.         

As a matter of fact Timmathy was the prince who Flame was supposed to marry the year before where as John was supposed to marry Timmathy’s sister, Star, the year before then. Obviously neither of the marriages had happened. Although Timmathy was madly in love with Flame, she had no feelings for him once so ever because of his cruel and dark heart. “John,” Timmathy spoke as he kind of glanced around the throne room, “I saw this girl here and she is hot…. I mean hot…. I think she wants to help you with the bad side.”         

“Bring me to her, Tim,” John told the other elf.         

“Okay. She’s this way.”         

John followed Timmathy out of the room.

Flashback

Flame, Princess, Lassy, and Leon were finally on their adventure. Thoughts began to fill Flame’s mind as she thought about what her grandmother had said. While she was distracted by the thoughts, she walked face first into a tall slim white barked tree. Even though it hadn’t really hurt her, she began to remember back to when she was five.         

Kate told John and Flame that their grandmother and grandfather were going to be arriving around that time their grandmother hurried into the palace with tears streaming down her face but their grandfather was nowhere in sight.         

“Grandma,” Flame asked, “where’s grandpa? Why are you crying?”         

“Flame…. Dear…. Can you please get your mother and father for me?”         

“Yes…. But why?”         

“I’ll tell you and John…. I can’t forget Leon now, can I? Well, I’ll tell you three later.” She hurried out of the room as Flame went to get her parents.

 

          

Later on during that same day, Flame’s grandmother wondered over to the three young children. “Flame…. John…. Leon…. Well, maybe not Leon….” Her mind had been confused. “But grandpa pasted on,” she told the children, not knowing the best word choice.         

“What do you mean?” young Flame asked.         

“He died last night in his sleep.”         

“No!” Flame shouted as she snapped back to reality.         

“Flame…. Are you okay?” Princess asked, confused and concerned.         

“I’m okay…. I really am,” Flame replied.         

“If you are okay then answer this…. Why didn’t you answer Lassy or me when we called your name?”         

“And why did you walk into the tree?” Lassy asked.         

“They’re right, Flame,” Leon told her. “They did call your name and you did walk into a tree.”         

“Well,” Flame answered, “I was thinking of what my grandmother said and I had a flashback but I don’t want to talk about it.         

“Oh….” Princess replied. “Okay.         

“I guess you had a bad flashback to not want to talk about it,” Lassy told her.         

“It was,” Flame agreed. I wish I never told them because now they’re going to want me to tell them, she thought. It was a nightmare of a flashback.         

They continued walking and slowly began passing signs which read: “Don’t enter,” “Beware of the black ogre,” “stay out,” or “You’ll be sorry.”

Ed

Leon began growing fearful at the sight of the first few signs. Princess grew fearful the further they walked into the forest. Lassy and Flame hadn’t shown any signs of fear as they walked.         

In the middle of the forest, they noticed a little cottage. It was too small to be an ogre’s house especially a black ogre’s house. There were many colored ogres from orange to green to black and blue.  Each one ranged in size. Green ogres where small compared to the others but still huge to an elf. Blue and orange were the next in size. Orange was a tad taller than blue but not much. The black ogres were giants compared to others and the deadliest as well. The cottage wasn’t fit for an ogre of any size though.         

Not far from the cottage stood a barn and a pasture which ran around in a circular motion, making a small hidden field in the forest. A small man, who had seem like a hermit with a long grey beard that almost touched the ground and somewhat curly grey hair, walked out of the little cottage and worked his way over to the barn. He opened the barn door, releasing nine horses. A beautiful black stallion tried to escape a couple of times but failed.         

“I’m going to talk to him