-Delilah walked through corridor after corridor, carelessly letting her feet lead the way. She passed the staircase that lead which she believed to the tower. A few portraits that hung in steady rows were empty. Delilah stopped in front of the large door and pulled the handle. The bright sun light filled the empty hallway, De stepped outside and breathed autumn crisp air.
She walked to the lake and laid on the ground. *It's still warm* Delilah thought streching out and closing her eyes.
-"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalking me." Delilah was startled by a male voice. A few steps away from her was Deniel on his feet, with his arms crossed. He was staring at her with a lazy smile.
"So, what brings your presence here? Not to think I hope." He remained where he was.
-"Think? God no!" Delilah replied with a smile matches his own. "You know half-elves don't think." She said sarcastically shifting her position to take a better look at Deniel "It's my misery point. I come here to feel miserable. Besides stalking requires a reason or interest and don't have one."
De shifted again, "What about you? Do you have a reason?" she smiled sweetly at the Dark Elf.
-"Yes, you've got a point." Deniel said in a serious-joke after Delilah said her last word on thinking.
"Well, that's conforting." He replied. " Feeling miserable... I hardly think people need a place to feel that." Deniel looked a while at the sky. The sun was so bright...
"Me?" He looked back at the half-elf. " ...well, unlike you, I came here to think. Us dark-elves have busy minds, no matter how hard it is to believe." He uncrossed his arms. "...how old are you?" He looked back at her.
-"I'm 16! I'm young and free, my friend!" Delilah smiled noticing Deniel winced slightly at the words *my friend*. "And you? How old are you?" She stood up and dusted her robes.
-Deniel almost chuckled.
"Sixteen? Well... I see. I'm 17 by human standards. I don't believe they would accept me if my father had told them I was 321 years old." He put his hands in his pockets.
-Delilah smiled at Deniel response "No I don't believe they would. I'm not immortal like High or Dark elves but I'll still out live humans or wizards for that matter."
-Letha sighed, wandering her way out onto the grounds, a book balanced thoughtlessly on her head. She hoped no one noticed that she'd skipped Charms. Then again, so few people payed attention to her that she doubted she would have been missed. There'd been that assignment for Potions, though, and she'd had to get it done. Charms she could stand to miss. Lost in her own thoughts, she strode absently across the grounds with no destination in mind.
-"We've got company" Delilah said noticing the girl in the Ravenclaw uniform. " Hello," she waved smiling. "What brings you here on such glorious day?"
-Letha stopped as she realized she was being spoken to, and turned to smile at Delilah and Deniel, somehow managing to keep the book balanced. "Oh, just taking a bit of a break from work, is all. It just seems too lovely out here to stay indoors, don't you think?" Removing the book from her head with one hand, she offered the other politely. "I don' believe I've met either of you before. My name is Letha."
-Deniel looked at the stranger, reluctant. He didn't like sudden intrusions.
"Depends of the point of view...." He said, looking back at the horizon. "...I don't think we've met before as well. I'm Deniel Aakif. And that is all you need to know." He crossed his arms, his face showing his usual serious and infiferent expression.
-"Oh forgive me.. My name is Delilah." De said shaking Letha's hand "De for short." She moved closer to Letha and whispered " Forgive my friend, he's a little grouchy." She chuckled.
-Letha smiled to Delilah and whispered back. "I do believe I somewhat noticed." She turned the smile to Deniel as well, determined to remain in a fairly cheerful mood, even if he didn't seem too horribly friendly. "Well, it's nice to meet both of you. I didn't mean to intrude. As I said, I was just taking a break and decided it looked nice, in my own humble opinion mind you, so I thought I'd take a walk."
-The trees at the edge of the forest nearest to the group rustled as though some where running through them. The rustle moved through three trees and stopped abruptly as it reached the group. There was a seemingly endless pause, and the group felt as though they were being watched.
-Delilah looked at Letha "Not a problem!" she waved off "I'm the one that called you over, therefor I appologize to the both of you."
De turned and stared off into the trees for a moment, her eyes narrowed.
"Ðóääùüí ïùùâ àêøóòâ"
-Hmm.. Hogwarts students, guess there's no reason to stay any longer then.. Hm? An.. elf? An elf?! At Hogwarts? An elf at Hogwarts?!
W-wait there's two elves! But..... Oh crap! Crap! She's looking right at me!

"Aaagh!"

The tree shook and out fell a high elf with black dreadlocks, he hit the ground auqwardly with a loud thud layed there for a moment, until he finally sat up and rubbed the brand new bump on his head.
-Deniel's eyes were catched by the same thing Del's were. He looked deeply at the strangers far away, wondering if they were the presence of danger. He loosened his arms.
"...elves?" He asked Del, completely ignoring Letha's presence.

-Delilah frowned thoughtfully for a moment, "Yes, it seems so" she shook her head, crossly attempting to organize her thoughts. "But why?" De moved closer to Deniel. Her eyes narrowed trying to take a better look at the figure sitting at the ground. Using her hand to block the path of the sunlight, she glanced at back Deniel. "Is it your kind or .." She paused for a second "mine. I can't see."
-The High Elf got up slowly, rubbing his head. He looked into a different tree and the others could him mouth something they could not hear, then he threw the bag he had into the tree. He turned around and walked over to the group. What am I doing? How can I even go over there? It's bad enough as it is with them seeing me already.. They'll rat me out! They'll rat me out to that old dude of theirs! And then the Ministry'll find out! And they'll send me to jail or something! he thought, though when he looked up again he had already reached to group. "Uhm. Right.." He looked each person over, and looked at Deniel and Delilah more closely. " So... Yeah! I'm Tempest, and you guys are.. Well you're elves like me.. 'cept for some reason you're wearing Hogwarts uniforms..." He said confused.
-Letha sighed, looking from one elf to another, and brushed a hand back into her hair. She was out of place again, now more than ever. Oh, why did she bother talking to people. It felt rude to just walk away, but it felt rude to just stand there and listen, too. How very typical of her life.
-Deniel looked over at Letha, as if guessing what her troubled thoughts were.
"You are free to leave, but you're not out of place. You might learn something... interesting for once..." He said the last part rather sarcasticaly, realizing the elves were High Elves.
"Tempest, you say..." Deniel thought for a while, with a rather hostile expression printed on his face. "I think I've heard your name before." He paused. Silence followed. "I'm Deniel, from the Aakif family. And, if you put some work to your brain, you might find out we're using uniforms maybe because we're Hogwarts students." He finished, with a huge touch of obvious sarcasm.
-"Yeah don't leave just 'cause of me, that wouldn't be right." Tempest said to Letha, then turning to Deniel. "Well it's obvious that you attend the school, it's just that last I checked there were none of us attending that school, or rather, ministry complex." He replied, slightly arrogant. "So you say you've heard my name before, eh? In the Daily Prophet under a heading with some outrageous claim against me no doubt."
-Delilah stood tall looking at Tempest. "Åðøû øû àôò êøïðåøòï øò êãûûøôò? Ø öùòâóê øà øå öøää âøûäóí ñùêóûûñåäí?" *Why are you here? And why would wizarding newspaper be writing about you?* she asked in elvish, deliberately excluding Letha for the conversation. De understood that she was being rude to both, Tempest and Letha but 3 very different elves and a human standing and just talking with eachother wasn't a picture she witnessed everyday.
"Sorry." she said plainly in English.
-Tempest looked at Delilah, looked at Letha, and looked back to De saying in plain english, looking somewhat unenthusiatic to tell his story, "We live in the forest. And that newspaper is full of lies, they think I'm some kind of criminal or something, I stopped reading it." He turned his back to the group and looked on toward the tree he went up to earlier, "I hope that you all won't say anything, I can't let them find me or I'll have to move again."
-De crossed her arms and frowned "And why would people at wizarding newspaper think that?" she asked incredulously. " And with the reasonable answer I won't tell a soul about you." she finished in elvish.
-"Well.. I was orphaned, without a home really. I grew up on my own in forests and made friends, one of which had a little sister.." Tempest's eyes darted over to the tree and then back to De.

".. And well, the whole town was attacked by a dragon, I was living in the same area at the time, and all our stuff was burnt to the ground. And my friend's whole family was killed, except his little sister. So, I took her under my wing. See, I could've gotten along on my own, you know legally and stuff... But, I had to steal. And I only stole bread and clothes from wealthy wizards that could get along pretty well without it.

And there was this one incident.. A while ago, before your school year started. I was in London getting supplies, and well two wizards tried to mug me and I used a protective elf charm and their own spells hit them.. they died.. They were trying to kill me. But it obviously didn't look that way so I fled here, there was only one witness but he didn't understand what was going on at all and was discluded.. I think he goes here now.."
He turned around and peered over to the tree again, "But I had to do those things, you understand. I had to them to save her."
-Deniel crossed his arms, completely annoyed at the presence of this elf. He did not trust the newcomer, or any of his stories. The Daily Prophet was not trustworthy, but then again, whatever enemy was?
Well, perhaps Delilah... She has proven to be different...
But then he washed those thoughts off his head.
"Well, then, I think I should be on my way. Pardon me if I cannot stand your presence." He said to Tempest, turning his back. He started to walk, and when he was about to leave, he stopped.
"And don't worry, dear boy, I won't give you in. There are better things for me to do." And he left.
-"I'm amazed that he stayed this long.. Come to think of it, I'm kinda surprised you to stayed this long aswell.." said Tempest looking half saddened, half alarmed. "What's his deal anyway?"
-Delilah watched Deniel go then turend back to Tempest. "You never heard of the Aakif family? That's strange." she said ignoring comment about Deniel and her presence. De wasn't eager to share her thoughts on the dark elf with anyone. Delilah looked Tempest in the eyes *I don't think I've heard of him.* she thought *Daddy might* Her mind shifted back to Tempest's story "Are you saying there is a little girl somewhere over there?" She nodded towards the forest.
-Tempest noticed De avoid his question, and decided to let it slide. "Actually yes, she's in that tree there, one sec, I'll see if I can get her." He walked over to the tree and whispere into it, " It's okay, you can come out now Daisy. They're not bad people." After a moment a little girl with long blonde hair came slowly down from the tree, clutching a bag almost as big as she was. They walked back to the group. " Here she is! Say hi Daisy." Tempest said, but at those words Daisy quickly hid behind Tempest's leg and peeked out from the side. Tempest merely sighed, " Yeah, she's shy and she doesen't really talk to anybody much, well except me. I guess.."

He looked down at Daisy who in turn looked up at his narrowed eyebrows and stern face, ".. I guess I'll have to introduce her myself. You already know her name is Daisy, and you know her story and stuff. Well she's about eleven now, in human years-Yeah I know she's very small for her age, and immature-" He smiled down at her, "but we're not exactly sure of her birthday, it's sometime in the winter anyway. Don't worry, she'll open up if she gets to know you.. I hope." Daisy tightened her grip around Tempest's leg and he looked down and poked her cheek, "She's cute that way, heh!"
-"Hello little one" Delilah smiled at Daisy "You've got very beautiful hair"
her expression changed when she looked at Tempest "You can't stay at that tree forever. Especially not with her." She frowned recalling his words *or I'll have to move again* "How many times did you move?"
-Deniel's eyes slowly peeked back to where they were. They wouldn't notice him from there, not with the spell he had cast on himself.

He had his arms crossed, observing calmly the three together, the elves being the only who were talking. Suddenly, he saw a little girl come out from the woods next to the group.

It was as a thunder storm had hit him.

"That girl-..." He thought. "I've seen her before..."
He had not seen her in magazines, pictures, or newspapers.
He had actually known her.

"...but where?" He got more confused as he thought more about it. All he could remember was a sad goodbye and the girl getting lost between the crowd of people.

"...Daisy..." He guessed her name.

-Daisy smiled at Delilah and came out from behind Tempest a little more. "See, she's warming up to you already." Tempest said, but looking back at De he sighed, "I know it's not a permanent solution, but I can't leave her on her own, I have to stay here until I can find a way to sort this all out... We've moved around alot. I think this is nearly our fifth home.."

-De stood silently for a long moment.
"Hate to do this," She said in elvish " but I give you a choice to talk to Dumbledore. It might sound like a bad idea to you but he's a very rational man. You can't run forever and you won't run away far, not with her" She nodded towards Daisy "I won't let you. So if you want to stay together, you need to talk to the headmaster."

-Tempest looked a Delilah sternly for a moment, then replied in elvish, " Dumbledore is a wizard. Wizards don't often understand, or care, about my story. I've met only one honest wizard in my life.." He paused and looked a Daisy for a little while, his face changing to a more mournful emotion, and then continued on in english, "But, I guess. If you, being an elf aswell, trust him.. Then I might aswell try to talk to him, though there will have to be conditions.."
-Deniel's eyes continued observing the little shy girl. Hearing their conversation simultaneously, he tried imagining a way of talking to the girl, to make sure if it was her...

"No, that's absurd." He thought. "She's been dead for years... I saw her die..." He looked down at his hands. "I saw her... die..." His hands covered his face. He tried to make the thoughts in his head go away, and, in this moment of unfocus, his body slowly started to appear by fragments.

-*Conditions, of course, there is always conditions* "Agreed" Delilah answered, a bit louder than was necessary. "And don't do anything we both regret later" She cautioned, then added, tone wistful " I think you better take Daisy with you."

-"Of course. I don't want to get into trouble, and I definitely don't want to fight unless have to. Right well, the first condition is that I do this on my own time.. Because there are things I have to prepare first, and there's Daisy. It would be a very big step for her to live with A; So many people, and B; humans.

My second condition is that we meet on neutral grounds, this seems like it would be a good place to meet. Otherwise I'm okay with it, he can bring his and stuff if he wants. I'll get a note to you when I'm ready to talk with Dumble-" Tempest's eyes darted off to where Deniel was hidden, "Do you see what I see?" He asked Delilah, as Daisy looked up at him somewhat confused.

-"Of course. But don't take too long." Delilah said looking at the ground.
De turned to look at what distracted the elf. She narrowed her eyes "Deniel?" She called uncertain.

-Deniel looked up at their faces, staring at him so strangely. He looked down, without modifying his expression, and saw that his hands were visible, like the rest of his body.
His eyes moved to Daisy, unworried about anything else around him.

Slowly, he took a step forward.

"It... can't be... you..." He whispered to her. The wind blew a little harder for moments. "You died... in that fire... I saw you..." His thoughts spoke loudly. He could feel his hands trembling.

A huge emotion of embarassment struck him for showing so much weakness, but he didn't care. He didn't want to care. " Is it you... Daisy...?" He asked, afraid of the answer.

-Daisy grabbed at Tempest's leg furiously but he was already moving. Tempest ran to Deniel bridging the gap between Den and Daisy. "What do you think your doing?" He said, grabbing Deniel's robes at the collar, "Why are you spying on us? How do you know her name?!" he yelled, and like the wind blew before, the lake's waves doubled in size and speed for moments..
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-Deniel looked into Tempest's eyes calmly, even with a sign of hostility.

"I suggest you stay out of this... from where I am standing, it doesn't concern you." His eyes looked at Daisy, not moving his face one bit. He looked back at Tempest. "I don't want to hurt you."

-"If this concerns her, it concerns me, got it? It's my duty to pretect her, and I'll do that until my last breath." Tempest replied, the hostility in voice getting strong while his other hand began to fish around for something in his pocket.

-Deniel's eyes moved to his hand, watching it search for something. He looked back at Tempest's face, getting extremely annoyed.
"And who are you, to even think you own the right to protect her?" He said, slowly focusing to do a defense spell if needed. "I want a moment with her, and I'm not intending to cause problems for that." His eyes looked at Tempest's hand again. "But I will if I have to."

-"She's my damn responsibility! Because it's my fault everyone died, because I couldn't stop the damned dragon, and because I couldn't put out the damned fire!" Tempest said with a more hostile air in his voice, though his eyes looked slightly saddened and he loosened his grip on Deniel. "Look, I don't think anyone who hides around and spies on people from afar wants a "moment" with a vulnerable little girl, or even if you do actually want a moment with her that you'd be any good influence, and furthermore-"

"T-Tempy?" Daisy interrupted.

Tempest dropped Deniel's robes just as he pulled out that which he was looking for--what looked like to the others as a samurai sword that had almost the entire blade broken off--with a shocked look on his face. He turned away from Deniel and walked over to Daisy, looking somewhat confused. He bent down onto one knee so he could be eye-level with her. "What is it Daisy? Are you okay, did he scare you or something?"

"N-No.. B-But I think we should let him talk.." she replied.
"W-What?!"
"He's-He's got a familiar face."

Tempest got up and turned to look at Deniel, then back to Daisy, and to Deniel again. "You sure?"

"Y-Yes, just give us a moment."
"Alright, I can't say no to you." whispered Tempest. He turned again to look at Deniel, "Alright man, if the lady decrees it then you got it. You've got as long as she wants, and stay in sight 'cause if you try anything I'll be on you like glitter, got it?" he finished, twirling his found tool around his fingers, arms crossed.
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-Deniel heard Tempest's words with a lot of annoyance, but he showed to be calm and indiferent. He smiled as Daisy agreed to talk to him, and as he sensed a feeling of 'loss' in Tempest.
"Pfft, and they say Dark Elves are arrogant..." He thought.

"I can advise you to not worry. Even though many of my like enjoy in doing so, I can see no pleasure in... 'doing' anything to young ladies. My tutors have taught me a little of education, as hard as it may be to believe." He said, only to Tempest's ears. He slowly walked towards Daisy. He took a good look on her, still trying to make sure it was the girl he had seen on the fire.

"Care to follow me?" He ask very kindly to her, pointing his hand to a place where they could sit.

-
-Delilah was sitting on the ground looking from one elf to another. She wondered why the presence of the Dark elf did not bothered her as much as the presence of the High elf. She looked at Tempest and for a second De questioned her decision to tell Dumbledore. She shaked that thought the moment she looked at Daisy. *She deserves better then that. They both do.* She was 89% sure Dumbledore would understand. After all so many people trusted him.

-Deniel took a last look at Delilah before proceeding to walk towards the place he had indicated to the little child.

Deniel felt like he should tell her something, but his currently troubled mind wouldn't tell him what. He decided to ignore this feeling, looking back to what was ahead of him.

-Delilah watched Deniel with a nagging feeling of sadness and concern. *What can they possibly talk about?* She glanced at Tempest "Any ideas?"

-Tempest watched the two of them walk and sighed deeply, "Nope, I've got nothing." he said lying down in the grass, "I hope you trust this guy more than I do, I don't exactly respect people who haven't respected me, or anybody..."

Daisy walked with Deniel, staring at his face trying to remember.. but she couldn't..
-"Trust?" Delilah asked somewhat surprised " Do I.... trust him?" she repeated with a hollow voice. "Yes, I think I do. I've never seen Dark Elf showing so much emotion. That's strange but kind of soothing." De shrugged "Frankly I don't now why." She watched the two elves in a distance then shifted her position to look at Tempest. "May I see your sword." Delilah said looking as if she wouldn't take no for an answer.

-Tempest looked on silently for a second, registering what Delilah had just. He looked at her with a surprised expression, Why would she want to see that? He looked her in the eyes, staring for a moment-using his empathic abilities on her. Well it looks like she honestly just wants to examine, she's not planning anything. he thought, handing her the sword. "See if you can figure it out, it's pretty cool actually."

-Delilah paused looking at the weapon. " Beautiful." she said taking the sword "Ok it's show time." De smiled closing her eyes "I don't think I can form the actual blade but I can see how it suppose to look."
Delilah stretched her left hand if front of her "In this tween time, this darkest hour I call upon the sacred power. " She opened her eyes "I command the unseen to be shown, Absolvo Amitto, Amplus Brevis, Sempler Mea." Unshapely hollow image appered in front of her. De looked at the handle and covered it with her hand releasing the spell. "Or not" She smiled innocently.

-Deniel sat down, and invited Daisy to do the same.
"I..." He said. As he looked into her deep and innocent eyes, suddenly memories started flashing before his eyes.

He was walking down on horses, white horses... his father was ahead of him, and the Guards were right behind them. They were going to see a slave vilage...
They had arrived.
"Come Deniel, your servants will teach you how to check these rotten slaves." He said with his powerful voice, getting out of his horse. His long and dark cape floated as the wind touched it to violently. Deniel was uncorfotable to see people so sick and weak, but he knew that it was beyong his obligation. He nodded, and kept his head down until his father was out of sight.
"Come this way, Master Deniel." Said one of his servants. Deniel nodded, and he followed the small elf.
Something bumped onto Deniel.
"How dare you-!" Yelled the servant at the offender.
Deniel stepped back a little from the sudden bump, slightly annoyed, but as his eyes catched the offender, his feelings dropped completely.
"You shall pay for this!" Said the servant in a fake rage.
"Let her be!" Ordered Deniel. A girl was crying on the floor, hiding her face in shame and fear.
"You're just a little girl..." A concerned expression started forming on Deniel's face. As Deniel realized he was being watched, he returned to his usual arrogance. "Leave us. I want a moment wiht her." He demanded. "NOW." He raised his voice, and the servant walked away.
His eyes returned to the little girl, who was still hiding her face.
"You can stop crying, I won't hurt you..." Deniel tried calming her, with a gentle voice. He softly raised her hand, seeing her innocent eyes. "What is your name, little one?"
"D-daisy... sir..." She faultered.
"That's a very nice name." He smiled. "Do you work here?"
She nodded, shyly.
"So young..." He thought. "...do you have any family?" He talked out loud.
Once again, she nodded.
"Do they work here too?"
And she nodded again.
As Deniel was continuing to talk, suddenly his servant grabbed his arm and started pushing him away.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Deniel yelled in rage.
"Come, Master! The Slaves- they've attacked your father and your guards! We must leave at once before you get harmed!"
"But-" He looked back at the little girl, who began getting lost between the crowd. "...Daisy...!"
Then he heard a scream. The houses were starting to get burned by his father's guards. Suddenly, as if the crowd had oppened to let him see her, he saw the little girl getting caught by the flames, crying for her parents...

"S-sir?" Deniel returned to reality by Daisy's little voice.

-"Heh heh" Tempest giggled a little, " that's a pretty good spell but I guess you can't that which is too clear to see.." He grinned picking up the handle. " It's a marvel really, I don't know how it even works." he walked over to the lake and dipped the end-where the blade would be-into the water. A second later he slowly starting pulling it away, the water seemed to be attached to the handle, and moments later the liquid solidified into a transparent blade. " Pretty sweet eh?" He showed Delilah.

-"Well I'm sorry to admit it but it takes a more powerful person to preform the spell," De shruged watching Tempest creating the blade "but at least it's better then last time."
Delilah looked closely at the sword "Wow indeed a beauty. Where did you get this?"
*It's not something you can buy in a store.* De thought more questions appearing in her mind *Where did he come from? How long it's been since the whole dragon thing happened?* She looked at Daizy her thoughts racing *And who is this little girl who has that much effect on Deniel?*

-"It..." Tempest paused looking at his blade, "it was my fathers. It's all I have from him, I don't remember him so if I ever lost this.." He looked up at Delilah, who was watching Daisy and Deniel, and felt a surge of emotion come from her. "You like him alot don't you?"

Daisy looked up at Deniel, wondering what he was doing.
"You have a familiar face, have we met before?" she said looking at his troubled face. I wish I could remember, but everything is still shady..

-Deniel watched Daisy's face for a little while. He felt his heart being struck by the girl's fault in her memory. If she ever remembered him, would she see before her eyes the flames that his father's guards had caused the dragon to burn upon her village? Could she forgive him for making her and her family a pack of slaves, who were so insignificant to his father's eyes?

...

"...yes... I think we have." He replied. " D-Daisy... what do you remember from the day your village was attacked?"

-"Like him?" Delilah laughed silently then turned serious "You tell me." She said looking at Tempest. "Quite a gift you have there. It's very rare."

-"Fire." Daisy replied. "Fire, and alot of yelling. I remember seeing my brother trying to get out of the house but it was breaking and he got trapped." Daisy paused for while. "After that I remember Tempy.. Tempest came and put out as much as he could of the fire at our house with his magic." She looked at the ground, softly kicking her own foot for a second. She looked back up at Deniel with tears flowing from her eyes. "It-It was too late though, I was the only o-one left, s-so we ran away.."

--

Tempest looked back at his sword, "Yeah it is rare." he said shaking the sword in a certain way so blade splashed into a puddle on the ground. "Don't change the subject though, I can feel it.. You do like him. But tell me this," he said feeling a wave of emotion from Daisy, " how do you like someone, that makes little girls cry?" he finished turning his head to look over at Deniel.

-Deniel was ready to put his hand on Daisy's shoulder, to try to calm her down, but how could he do that, when he himself was struggling so hard to control his own feelings?

"Enough, I won't force you to remember anything else..." He said, putting his hand back. "The last thing I want is you to cry. Please, calm down... it's all gone now." His defeated eyes looked over to where the other two elves were, Tempest looking at him so accusively. Deniel replied with a rather hostile look, even aware that if it weren't for the High Elf, he wouldn't be talking to the tearful lady.

"Daisy..." He said, looking back at her. He gave her a warm smile and gently raised her chin with his thin finger. " You don't need to try and remember who I am. Take your time. I'm sure you'll find me somewhere in your memories. I just hope you don't look at me with different eyes when you do." He said, standing up. He offered her his hand, helping her stand up as well. "Come, I think your friend has had enough of waiting."
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-"I wasn't referring to the sword" Delilah smiled sadly "I was talking about your gift of empathy. It's very rare. Even among the psychics. But I was having tea with some of the best psychics in the world since I was 5 and I would recognize that little itch in my brain anywhere." De said not looking at Tempest then laughed quietly "I'm starting to think my parents were a LITTLE paranoid for giving me all this training" She looked at Deniel raising Daisy's chin "But I see you are very good at it since emotions of the other people doesn't push your own aside." Delilah noticed Dark elf standing up. " Please forgive me, but as for Deniel.... I don't want to make it your bussiness."

-"O-Okay then." Daisy sniffed a bit getting up. "Y-You know he's not a bad guy, I'm sure you two could even be friends." She said looking over to Tempest.

--

"Right my empathy, yeah it's a gift, and a curse." He said, looking at the ground seriously for a moment. "But anyway I guess I shouldn't meddle in that stuff anyway, wether I know already or not. Besides they're coming back now and I'm sure you wouldn't like it if he overheard it." Tempest got up, put away his sword, dusted some dirt off his clothes, then walked over and met up with Daisy and Deniel. "I hope things went well."

-"You know Tempest" Delilah said smiling "I think this is a begging of a beautiful friendship." She took his hand by the wrist shaking it, then turned to look at Deniel. "Well, my friend, no more surprises?!"

-Sapphire glided over to an old willow tree, a nice spot to sit and rest, since she had no friends, she just watched others.

-Daisy heared something move swiftly. " Someone's here." She turned and looked in the direction where Sapphire had emerged.
"I don't think the surprises will ever end in this place" Tempest said to Delilah, "Well let's greet them then." He walked over, followed by Daisy. "Hello, I'm Tempest, and this is Daisy, nice to meet you."

-Delilah looked at whom Tempest was greeting. She blinked "Umm Hello" De said to the newcomer .
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-"Well that was rude.. just leaving like that." said Tempest yawning. "Well we've got work to do don't we Daisy, especially if were ever going to meet up with that Dumble dude.. Eh I'll contact you about that. We'd better get back to the forest. Nice to meet you Delilah, Deniel."

"Yes nice to meet the both of you!" Daisy said. And she and Tempest gathered their stuff and dissapeared into the forest.

-Deniel watched them leave. He looked back at Delilah.
"I'm not going to wait for you, you know." He said, starting to walk back inside the castle.

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-"Of course not" She smiled.
Delilah watched them go, than laid on the ground again and closed her eyes *but I will* She thought before drifting to sleep.