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to consider her situation.
    Zyre sat on a
discarded box around the corner while she spent a few unusual
moments thinking before acting, but for once—she had good reason.
Everyone knew where there were Verkja there most probably were
Varkja, and where there were Varkja there was a Martyc. If she
followed the girl eventually someone would tell the local Martyc of
her presence, and then he would tell whatever one the Elders wanted
her to marry.
    Sometimes, when
an Elf had no options, the best avenue was to cause as much trouble
as she was able before being forced to abscond, so Zyre approached
the two demons with a cheeky smile. She couldn’t help but enjoy
their reaction because an Elf in plain view was information heaven
for those always on the outside of power looking in. News of her
could lead them into the inner sanctum of the Martyc world. This
knowledge openly caressed the faces of the demons that stood
watching the Elf with cautious and greedy eyes.
    “Hey hey,” her
kaleidoscope eyes were green with mischief, “you watching blue for
the mutants?”
    The bouncers
looked at each other in alarm as if she had declared war and one
managed to gurgle, “Elf.”
    “Shh,” she
admonished, “don’t want to frighten the Vampires.”
    She dissolved
past them with these words to reappear unnoticed inside the lobby
of the club. If any of the Vampires had the wherewithal to
recognise her, then the experience of their knowledge would have
taught them to leave well enough alone. Magical creatures
encountered remarkably little in the way of obstruction, some
welcomed their unpredictable presence, many were wary, some
actively sought her, but none could ignore. It was easy for her to
follow the disturbed wandering of the girl for she rippled upon the
atmosphere like a wayward tornado. Zyre didn’t care if she was
welcome inside as she wanted to witness the impact of an unclaimed
Vampire upon the patrons, because tonight this was going to be the
best show in town.

Chapter 3
    The Elf
    The term
magical creature described the appearance these beings had upon the
Reveal as they appeared to employ magic in their daily reckoning.
Those of magical descent were not subject to the same laws of cause
and effect that the demon, human, and Vampire were tied to, and
appeared to have a magical means that defied the logic of their
existence. The Elf wandered about the various worlds secure in the
knowledge that they were kept safe by a combination of the Seal of
Sere, and their innate abilities. This realisation, instead of
leading to a composed reflective being, created a creature that
used mischief and intrigue to occupy themselves. Always female with
silky hair and kaleidoscope eyes that would turn into stormy teal
when provoked, her slender body gave the deceptive appearance of
fragility. The Elf was an active, athletic, and graceful being.
Only the slight point gracing the tip of her ears was the single
hint of the magical mayhem below the surface of such a delicious
exterior.
    Elves crossed
the Reveal often hiding in plain sight, but rarely noticed by those
they chose to annoy until the damage was done. The Elf, whilst not
cruel, was a disinterested party remaining uninvolved in the plight
of another—unless it affected her amusement. The result of this was
that manufacturers of sweets became affluent while those who grew
cabbages remained on the outskirts of indulgent wealth. Interaction
between magical creatures rarely extended beyond an exchange of
information with the burden of friendship being sporadic.
Conversation between magical creatures was static, fragmented, and
with the Elf—more often than not—in the form of a demand. Magical
creatures tended to absorb most of their information from the
atmosphere, so they rarely had to articulate states such as
annoyance because they were well aware of the emotions of others.
Once outside their realm they slowly returned to a more loquacious
form when they encountered beings that