Innocent Killer

Chapter 5

       There was an awkward silence between us. I finally knew why he hated humans so much. He was named after one. Darren, The Great Elf Killer. A name only given to those who have killed their own kind. Somehow I couldn't imagine this small boy killing an Elf. Especally one of his own kind. He glanced at my expression and then looked down at his hands, pretending to be preoccupied. I knew he was grieving inside. No Elf could kill another without feeling great pain, physical and emotional.

       "I know what you are thinking." He said saddly and heaved a sigh. "I did not kill an Elf on purpose. In fact I can't even remember it." I looked into the fire and nodded, to show that I was listening. "My mother died giving birth to me, which isn't very uncommon, but my father was furious at me at the time." I glanced at his face to see tears welled up in his dark eyes. Hie cupped his face with his hands. "He yelled into our village and held me up. People cheered for this is what you do when a newborn comes to join them." Darren started sobbing. I started to hate his father, I started to hate I man I never even met. "Then when the crowd quieted down he screamed, 'My wife has been murdered, by this child. I will call him Darren, so he may feel shame for the rest of his life.' " I got up, ignoring Greta's pleading eyes, and stood next to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked up at the rising moon. Damn, I couldn't keep my spell alive anymore. The minute the light touched me, my hair turned from blond to white. My eyes I knew would be as marvelous as diamonds. Darren dared a glance at me and then scrambled back. "Y-y-y-your a M-M-Moon Elf!"

       I slowly turned my gaze toward him and nodded. "I didn't believe it when you stated the clans but your hair and eyes prove it!." I motioned for him to come closer and he did. "I thought you were of the Pixie Clans." He muttered as he went to sit back down by the fire. The Pixie Clans weren't really Elves, but they could disguise as them. They are also our cousins, just as chimpanzees are cousins of humans. "I understand your situation, although I do wonder why you are so far away from your village." He stiffened as I mentioned this. "I cannot take my old life. I have decided to travel, even if it means living in the sun." I sat down beside him and leaned back a bit. "That is brave of you, I must admit. But won't your village miss you?" He snorted as if it were completely absurd. "Both my village and father hate me. I have no reason to go back, I am practicley and exile. So I might as well live as one." I stared into the fire, gathering my thoughts. I couldn't leave him alone he was so young. I could take him, but he would have to wear a cloak during the day . . . . What was I thinking?! He had to go back to his village!

       I didn't realize that Greta was staring at Darren as I thought this over. She kept her distance but he fasinated her. She creeped up by me and whispered something in my ear. I sighed, so she was thinking the same thing as I was. "Darren, do you have another name?" I asked. He shook his head. "No one named Darren is alowed another name." I thought it over a bit. He didn't deserve the name Darren I knew that, but if I renamed him then I would be adopting him as my own. I knew what I had to do but I was scared to do it. "Darren, would you mind if I rename you?" Darren looked at me with a surprised but happy expression. I could tell he never though of getting a mother. "Y-yes." he said practically crying. "Then from this day forward you shall be called Ullume Simpa. Forever Flute. If you don't mind having my last name." He shook his head, he didn't mind at all. "But I do not even know your name!" He said as he started pacing. This made me realize that he was still just a child. I felt like I was more of a nurse than a warrior. "Taure Simpa, is my name. The child here is Greta." I said nodding to Greta. "If we are going to travel together you are going to have to learn not to attack humans." He sighed, an Elf's whole life is based on killing humans so I knew it was going to take some getting used to. "I swear it on my clan, my new mother, and my new name that I shall never kill a human again in my life." I smiled, satisfied. He was not as bad as I first thought of him, but it puzzled me why I had named him after my deceased brother. Perhaps I was getting lonely after all.

Author's Note

Please ignore spelling and grammar problems!