An ambushed From the Enemy

I was so upset at Arethusa, thinking that he lured us into a trap. The town was actually a ghost town, the crumbling buildings and the fact there was on one around, not to mention the dried landscape and bushes.

“This is a f*cking ghost town!” I was screaming at him and my voice echoing throughout the area, another proof about this deserted area.

He crouched on the ground and smirk, “Yeah, it was a lovely small town fifty years ago, though.”

“Fifty years ago? How old are you?” I was gasping and trying to hold myself to creepily staring at him. He looks like in a mid-twenty, same as my age right now.

“I lost counting after a hundred.” He said with a smug smile on his face. “Elven kind have a long-life span, and we stop aging when we reach the twenty.”

Smiling, I was thinking that this good gene on my blood, “Shut the f*ck up! So, I could have this face and living for a long time?”

“Well, you’re a half-blood, so it is different, but the principle is still the same.” Said my cousin