Chapter-2: Who the hell are you?
#2 of The Rise of a Normal Man
Next chapter, I'm still working on the length, but I should figure it our pretty soon. Enjoy!
Elained jumped when there was a flash of gold light an instant after the old goat had disappeared. There was a loud 'thud', and something was deposited in the middle of the slowly fading circle.
"What the hell?" She muttered, walking closer to the figure, who was shifting around slightly, a smell like burnt hair lingering. She got close and tapped him with her footpad, seeing if he was lucid. As luck would have it, he was not. She sighed and rolled him over, tilting her head in confusion. He looked kinda like an elf, but somehow different.
His face was much rougher looking, his body more stout, and his ears did not have the telltale point of an elf's. So was he a big dwarf? The possibility was there, if he had had a beard, which he didn't, just some light grey. No self respecting dwarf would shave his beard, and definitely not a giant.
"Fuuucccckkk it's colllddd..." The creature on the ground moaned. Not to be cruel, Elaine shrugged and hefted him over her shoulder with the help of a levitation spell half remembered, and proceeded to trudge through the snow, ignoring the moans from the unconscious elf-thing.
She eventually ended up back at her hut outside the village a ways, she kept out of the way of the other foxes, they didn't look kindly upon her practicing magic with the old goat.
Bunch of old cods anyhow.. She thought to herself. She set the elf like creature on her bed and pulled the furs over him, keeping him as warm as she could. She set a pot over a smoldering fire and proceeded to start it, putting small pieces of wood to make the warming flames show themselves.
Tom awoke with a start, looking back and forth repeatedly. He groaned and held his head, a headache making itself known. When he took his hands away, he realized he was still wearing his clothes, and still in bed. But it wasn't his bed. That was odd.
"Wha-Where am I?" He muttered. Then something per by the soft warm glow of the only light source moved, outlined by the fire, preventing him from seeing it clearly.
"You are in my home, and I do say you were in quite the state when you arrived." Tom's head throbbed again. He sat up more and tried to focus his eyes on the figure. It was like she, because her voice was unmistakably female, was undefined around the edges, fuzzy somehow.
"I was, just coming home from work, when this goat... The goat!" He exclaimed jumping up from the bed, "The goat he sent me here, to... To...." He had now moved enough to see the woman clearly. And for the second time in recent history, his brain shut off. The woman was not human, not even in the least. She wore some leather straps about her body with little else at all. The sight left Tim speechless. She smiled and said,
"Ah, that's right, you elves are more stuck up about clothing, you realize fur works just as well. One moment." She walked off, and Tim found himself watching her swaying hips as tail as she disappeared into another room.
He mustered his thoughts, trying to work past the fact that everything was entirely different wherever he was. The woman reappeared momentarily, and was now wearing some sort of two piece underwear, barely enough to cover her at all, and left virtually nothing to Tom's overactive imagination. Taking a breath, he said,
"You called me an elf.. Why is that?" She looked confused,
"You look like an elf, albeit not one I've ever seen, but... Since you're awake." She leaned closer, then growled, "What did you do with the goat?!" Thomas meeped and backed away saying,
"I didn't do anything! He just showed up and grabbed me, I've got no idea where he is now! It's not my fault!" The woman nodded. Her face lightened up from the snarl earlier.
"Oh, I believe you I suppose. I was just hoping he hadn't done what I thought he did." Tom looked up, confused,
"What?" She looked back and waved her hand noncommittally.
"It's not important, I have to go and do a few things, you get some rest." She walked off towards what Tom assumed what the door, and seeped out, letting a blast of cold air in. Tom realized he couldn't leave, at least not in his current state. He took a breath and laid back down. Where the hell was he?