Young Writers Society

3 hours later, after meeting with the council members, my friends and I were taken to another part of the catacombs. The place was built like a maze, taking us from one corner to another if we not careful. Even the councilmen had gotten themselves lost once, or twice, and they’ve been dwelling there for years. Finally, we found our way to where we wanted to be. We entered another large room with a giant crystal on the ceiling. However, this room was different as it had a bizarre pentagram that was drawn on the floor. Our feet scratched against the chalk.

I examined the floor as I arched a brow.

What is this; a transmutation circle?

If I remembered correctly, this was the part where the big bad would sacrifice the hero to create the Philosopher’s Stone, but I digress and am just letting my fantasies get the best of me.

The circle was large with a pentagram drawn inside in an inverted angle. Inside the edges were a series of arcane symbols written in a language that was completely alien to me. Then again, almost everything in Ashura is still alien to me. According to the representatives, this was the same circle they used to bring me to their world, which surprised me as my eyes widened bewilderment.

I was taken aback when I saw Keya’s eyes grew wide as stars twinkled in her pupils and a huge smile formed on her face.

“Keya, are you okay,” I inquired. My tone had softened from becoming surprised.

She turned her attention to me while retaining her expression. She answered in astonishment, “Okay?! I’m more than okay! This summoning circle is made from magic that hasn’t been practiced since the Age of the Ancients! I’ve once read a book about ancient magic and knew that only the most prestigious of magicians can use it, but I’ve never thought I would see an example of it with my own eyes!”

First, the fact that I was the messiah made her ecstatic and, now, ancient magic. Sometimes, I wonder if Keya is just a little girl in the body of a full-grown woman.

“Keya, how old are you?” I asked in a puzzled tone. My eyebrows arched as I stared at her.

“I’m 127-years-old,” she said straightforwardly. Her head tilted to the side as she stared back.

My jaw immediately dropped as I gasped. I shouted, “Don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not. We elves have a very long lifespan and can live to be about 10,000 years of age.” Her expression fell blank, almost like it wasn’t a surprise that I wasn’t aware. However, I could still tell she was a little unnerved by my reaction as evident by the droplet of sweat on her temple.

Despite looking to be about my age, she was twice as older than my grandmother. I knew that elves and their immortality, but that didn’t stopped me from being taken aback because, honestly, would anyone else react differently, besides other elves?

“Ehemm!”

Snapping out of my befuddlement, I turned around with my face met with Representative Kur’s whose position remained outside of the circle. His expression was just as rigid as Representative Almas, having the line of his mouth set in such a manner.

“If you are done with your…conversation, then we can get on with the second test,” he demanded. His tone of voice sounded calm with an impatient undertone.

Walking up to us, the representative held a wooden box up to us. He explained in a straightforward tone, “This box contains a familiar that will examine the contents of your [Spirit]. That way, it will determine if you are spiritually the messiah.”

“Is this anything like reincarnation?” I inquired. My brow arched in curiosity.

“Not quite. This is mainly to see if your [Spirit] has the same quality as your predecessors. It has nothing to do with you being someone reborn,” the representative corrected. Then he proceeded onward with the test.

However, when he opened the box, what came out was not a spirit, but a series of tentacles. Keya and I were taken aback as we screamed with our eyes turned white as droplets of sweat appeared all over and our mouths dropping in angst. Even Grimhilda and Leni looked unnerved as they became blue with shock as well.

“What the hell is that?!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

I wanted to decline if that was really the test because I have seen enough hentai to know what will happen next.

I was then relieved when the representative closed the box and pulled it away. He apologized, “Oh, sorry. My mistake. That’s the box where we keep one of the most ancient, and dangerous, beasts in the world imprisoned, which we really need to label.” Handing it to one of his colleagues, he reached for another box and although it looked the same, the only difference was that on the top was covered in gold laces. He continued, “Here is the real box that will determine if you really are the one.”

I held my breath in hopes that it wasn’t something else weird and unusual. Opening the box, a flash of blue light emanated out from inside as an apparition appeared before us.

It was a beautiful woman with long light-blue hair and gray translucent skin and black lips. She was dressed in a long white veiled gown with a single long glove on her right arm and a blindfold around her eyes.

She introduced herself in a monotonous tone, “I am the Oracle. After these thousand years, it is a pleasure to meet you, at last. Now, let me peer into your soul and see if you are what I expect.”

She trailed up with her bare feet touching the floor. My body trembled in agitation as her hand reached out and phased through my chest. The feeling of her hand was cold as ice. Suddenly, I felt an aura of blue energy shrouded around me while my sight became white. Seconds later, after I came to, everyone looked around me, giving me expressions of awe and terror.

My eyes raised in confusion. I questioned with a frown, “Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“You don’t know?! When that phantom lady touched you, you were floating with blue lights and everything! There was even a large ring of energy around you!” Grimhilda stated, having loud tone of voice with a shocked expression.

Keya quickly interjected, “After the spirit finished, she said, ‘it is good to see another one, again,’ before retreating back into the box.” She had the same expression as Hilda’s on her face. She added in a somber tone, “I’m just happy you weren’t hurt in the end.”

“What do you mean? I was only out for a few seconds!” I questioned, becoming perplexed as my eyes rose.

“More like an hour! You were stuck comatose while that ghost pried through your chest,” Keya concluded. My face immediately dropped as my shoulders slouched.

Apparently, during my “examination”, the representatives told Grimhilda and Keya that if it didn’t go thoroughly, then I would have died from immolation. I shivered at the thought of my body self-combusting and turning into ash. At that moment, everything went silent.

Representative Kar then sauntered up to us with a smile on his face. Waving a nonchalant hand, he said with a calm demeanor, “Well, now that that ordeal is out of the way, how about you and your friends get yourselves some sleep, Akio. It has been a long day and the next test will be much more tiresome tomorrow.”

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30 minutes later, I was lying on a soft bed in a small room built for two people, staring at the gray stone ceiling while waiting for someone to arrive. The council had assigned us rooms for the three of us to spend the night. Fortunately, Keya and I have been paired as roommates while Grimhilda has become Leni’s. So, that means there won’t be blood spilled tonight. However, that’s going to be a problem for me, though.

“I’m coming in now.”

The door opened. Keya walked in the room with her nightgown on and plopped onto the bed on the right. I tried averting my eyes away below the skirt before she crossed her legs. Her face blushed as my eyes returned to her gaze. The amount of awkwardness in the air was quite heavy as I felt my shirt collar choking around my neck.

“So, this is it, huh?” Keya mused, twiddling her fingers while flashing a meek smile.

Arching a brow, I became confused by her remark. I asked, “What do you mean?” then my face turned even redder. “D-do you mean…”

“No! No! Not that! I’m talking about tomorrow being the final test!” she corrected herself. She waved her hands as beads of sweat fell from her brow.

I smiled, inhaling and exhaling my breath. I was relieved that she wasn’t talking about doing “that”. Then again, the way she was talking and how sexy she was dressed did send some mixed signals for me. However, Then I remembered that she was twice as old as my grandmother, which made it feel weird as I cringed.

“Yeah, it is. I’m not sure what it will be, but it must be something extremely rigorous and scary for it to be the final test,” I stated. That was just my guess, but it would make sense.

I head Keya sigh before she started staring at the stone floor. She looked sad with her eyelids remaining half-open while her shoulders hung low.

“You know, what’s really scary is what comes after this? I mean, do we keep going on our quests at the guild, or do we part ways?” she questioned. I could see the twinkle in her eye as she lay down on her bed, turning her attention to the ceiling like a patient at a therapist’s office.

She continued with both arms around her chest, “Akio, even though we haven’t known each other for a short period, I really did enjoy all the time we spent. I’m just afraid that it’s going to come to an end and I don’t know what to do afterwards.”

Scratching the back of my head, my face made the same expression as the elf girl’s. Then in idea popped into my head as I said, “Maybe, it doesn’t have to end right away. How about we spend this time getting to know each other a bit more.”

She jumped up at the suggestion and turned back towards me, leaning forward with her eyes sparkling in excitement. She wasn’t even aware that I noticed her cleavage puffing up at my face.

“You’re right! We really don’t know much about each other!” She repeated earnestly. She caught on where my eyes were staring at and quickly readjusted her top.

She asked, “So, where do we start?”

“How about you tell me about where you came from? What’s your home like?” I said inquisitively.

“Well, like I said on the day we met, I come from the kingdom of Ero Yalth, the home of all of the high elves. It is a land of lush greens, surrounded by ancient trees with buildings of stone that could touch the sky. Surrounding the boarders are large blue crystals that are connected to the world’s lay lines, syphoning the mana from the soil and generating enough power to shield our kingdom,” she explained descriptively. Her tone was mild and calm, having a placid expression on her face.

My brows furrowed, thinking about what such a country would look like as a mental picture appeared in my head. It was good distraction from staring down at “You know what” and I found it relaxing listening to the elf girl.

“What about your family? What are they like?” I asked.

She shrugged and bit her lower lip. She replied, “They’re just like any family, frustrating and hard to handle while not passing a minute to embarrassed on another.”

“Well, you’re also of nobility, but how far up are you?”

“Let’s just say we are very high up in the hierarchy.”

“So, tell me about your home. What is Earth like?” she inquired with a wide grin.

My eyes widened. I pondered on how I would explain what my world is like, but since she was an elf and since her people are into nature, I’m afraid of what her reaction would be like. So, I started slow and worked my way up to the horrific parts.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I said with a trail in my voice, “Well…in my world, we don’t have any magic and only humans exist. There are no elf, dwarves, or the undead, and we rely on science and technology to guide our lives.” From the puzzled look on her face, I could tell she was perplexed as her eyebrows rose in response. Then I continued, “Many humans live in cities filled with skyscrapers made out of stone and concrete, and are powered by electricity, which is sort of like my world’s version of mana but more complicated and more environmentally hazardous.”

“What do you mean by ‘environmentally hazardous’?” Keya’s expression became more perturbed as her brow arched.

“What I meant was that all the energy we get is from the earth, as in we harvest it from the resources we gather and, as a result, we expel it into waste, which is harmful to the environment,” I explained with my face glowered. Keya’s face immediately fell with her mouth agape, which seems to be a reasonable reaction.

Placing her hand on her face, Keya frowned as she sighed. She stated, “In other words, the humans of your world act more like the humans of this world. You take everything as your own without thinking about the consequences and not even concerning about how much you’re harming the world.” Her expression changed to that of anger and contempt as her brow furrowed while I watched her hands gripping together, so hard that I saw blood trickling from her nails.

“Keya? Are you okay?” I reached over and tried to place a hand on her shoulder.

The elf snapped out and released her hands, taking notice of the scars that she made on her hands. Her face returned to its sunny disposition as she nervously waved a hand dismissively.

Keya said earnestly, “Oh, nothing. It’s just something personal I was murmuring to myself. It’s nothing you should be concerned about.” Her face began to sweat as she waved a nonchalant hand.

She asked, “So, what did you do before coming to our world? What was your life on earth like?”

I answered her straightforwardly, telling her about my life while trying to explain it as best as I could and trying to keep it as simple as possible. I told about how I was a junior in high school and also clarifying what high school was. I also told her about my life at home and how my parents are never home as they constantly worked, which…made it very lonely for me. Although I was smiling, my eyes were completely different as they became sorrowful.

That’s when Keya beamed a sympathetic gaze at me as she reached out to hold my hand. The softness of her fingers made me feel a little bit more uplifted. That was all we needed to learn about ourselves for the time being. Once we had finished, we blew out the kerosene lanterns standing at our bedsides and went to sleep.

However, while I was lying in bed, I felt something sneaking into my sheets and laying right beside me in probably the middle of the night. The room was too dark and I was too tired to see who it was. The feeling was all too familiar like the touch of a woman, but my face dejected in disbelief as my eyes-widened.

No. It couldn’t be her. I felt a hand sliding over my chest and something soft and squishy against my back while a pant of breath exhaled against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine but in a nice and amorous way.

Then something slithered down into my pants and onto my manhood. The feeling of five appendages wrapping around my cock caused me to quiver. Keya’s hand on my rod was a surprising feeling, especially since her hands were so soft and warm. She started stroking up and down in a gentle motion. I pursed my lips shut, making sure I didn’t utter a peep to alarm her. Suddenly, her speed increased, pumping it faster as it pulsated. Then I erupted and splurged in my boxers and possibly all over the elf girl’s hand before she pulled it away.

Ignoring it as best as I could, I tried to go back to sleep, closing my eyes tighter in hopes that it was all just a dream and this feeling was all a part of my perverted subconscious.

My eyes flickered open as they darted to the clock on the wall. Since there were no windows in the room, I couldn’t tell if it was morning or still midnight. Luckily, there was some light coming through the crevasses of the door, giving me enough to see that it was now 7:56AM. I leaned up and attempted to turn on the lamps, but felt some heavy clinging onto my body. Then a moan was expressed. When the lights came on, my whole face turned white as I saw Keya’s arms around my abdomen.

Oh god, so it really was Keya and it wasn’t a dream! I panicked. My teeth starting to chatter while beads of sweat fell from my brow. Both of her hands were dry, which meant she must have wiped my spunk off before going back to sleep. I attempted to move her away but every time I tried to gingerly pry her off, she would slowly wiggle and tighten her hold as she smiled affectionately.

Suddenly, my worst nightmare had come true. Keya’s eyes fluttered open in the most alluring way possible. Her face turned crimson as she jumped up and covered herself with my sheets.

“Akio?! What in the name of the spirits are you doing in my bed?!” she screamed, scooting inches away and leaning close t the edge. She made sure to have one hand on the nightstand, so to not fall off.

I waved my hands non-threateningly as beads of sweat fell from my brow. I said with a panicky undertone, “Keya, this isn’t your bed! You climbed into my bed and slept the entire night!” I guess she might have crawled in subconsciously. “You even did some…stuff to me as well! Don’t you remember?!”

Throwing the sheets over, she quickly got up and prepared to storm out while having a miffed expression on her face (which was red with embarrassment). “L-lies! A maiden like myself would never do something so lecherous!”

I leaped up and attempted to stop her, so that I could explain the situation better. Suddenly, my foot got tangled in the sheets, causing me to trip and reached for anything to break my fall. Sadly, I wished it wasn’t Keya’s nightgown for when I heard the shoulder straps break, my eyes widened as her gown fell down to her legs. Right before my eyes was the body of a goddess with smooth, porcelain skin and big bell-shaped bosoms that looked like ripened fruit from the Garden of Eden. However, when I turned my attention below, a yellow bush that glistened like her hair obstructed my vision.

I could feel my face turning extremely red while feeling the blood coming out of my nose. Keya cringed in horror when she looked down, covering her chest with her arms before screaming at the top of her lungs, “Pervert!”

You can guess what happened next. I watched her body glow and after that, everything went dark.

20-minutes-later, I found myself dressed and sitting at a table with Keya and Grimhilda as we ate our breakfast, and the only thing that was on my mind was how much my face hurt more than my body.

“Okay, seriously! What the hell is wrong with your face?!” Grimhilda pointed out in a perturbed tone. “With all those bumps, it’s like you got attack by ravenous monster raspberries, or something!”

Grabbing a silver spoon, I looked at my reflection and was taken aback by the state of my face. She was right; I did look like a monstrous raspberry had assaulted me from how my face currently resembled a bloody one.

“Indeed, I might have over did it, but you still deserve it after looking at me naked!” Keya stated, having a bashful face while avoiding eye contact. She was right. I did deserve it, but that’s what happens when you’re a victim of circumstance.

I felt someone kick me on the side of my right leg. When I turned, I received a deadly glare from Grimhilda that read, “Drop dead.”

“Lecherous creep!” I heard her muttered under her breath.

Just then, we saw Leni staggering over to our table and taking a seat at the end with her head down.

I said with a friendly grin, “Hey, Leni. How’d you sleep?”

“Good.”

“Do you want some breakfast?”

“No, thank you.”

“Is there anything wrong?”

“Yes, there is.”

The entire conversation just turned one-sided. Taking a deep breath, Leni looked up, becoming unnerved by the bags under her eyes as she looked at me. She said somberly with heavy eyes, “There’s something I need to tell you’ all.”