What used to be home

Elyrielle got to her room absolutely exhausted. She had trouble even keeping her eyes open. She dragged her feet and her stuff. Once she approached her bed, she let herself fall into it. She tried to turn off the gas lamp, but she couldn't. Her magic was that weak. She looked at her reflection and got scared. Her eyes barely had any shine in them. Her eyes looked more yellow than golden and were barely shining as they were supposed to. She thought that she had just seen things and decided to rest for the night. After all, she really needed it.

She suddenly didn't feel the bed under her. Anything that she could feel actually, so she opened her eyes.

- Oh! - Said Elyrielle when she looked down. There she was. Well, her body, sleeping under her. Sometimes, when a royal elf member sleeps. It can lead to astral projection. It could be done intentionally, too. For example, to try to help someone else without there, with enough meditation, is possible. You can interact with physical objects but only for seconds at a time. Or it could happen if the elf is too tired and almost out of magic. It makes your body "refill" your magic while your conscience wanders away.

Elyrielle could teleport wherever she wanted while on this state as long as she knew the place. But if her body feels something, anything. A mosquito, a sound, or even a water particle, the projection stops, and you wake up. It feels as if you fall from a high distance and hit your body. It's pretty painful.

So she had to be careful. Where should she go? She decided to visit home. She closed her eyes, saw the image of her home in her memory, and when she opened her eyes, her soul was there.

First, she checked on her son. He should be sleeping by now. The full moon was big and round shining on the dark sky. It was at least midnight, she thought.

She went through her son's room door. It was locked, as always. The room was a complete mess. The bed wasn't put. Food everywhere. Books, swords, papers of all kinds, anything on the floor. The window was open, though. The soft wind of the night and the light from the moon went directly to her son's face.

He was trying to sleep. Moving and moving on his bed. His hair was a little long now. Elyrielle was the one who used to cut it for him every two months or so. He had bags under his eyes and looked somehow... older. He was under his favorite blanket, which seemed pretty dirty as well.

Elyrielle flew towards him, with a sad expression on her face. He might be too much sometimes, but he wasn't a bad kid... Kid? He wasn't a kid either. She might not have had a better relationship with her son because he had his father's character. But he was decent enough with her. He sometimes cleaned her room or cooked when his father wasn't around. It was not much, but it helped. It helped her.

When she was centimeters away from touching his face, he woke up. He got up and went through Elyrielle's projection. He looked at her translucent face but ended up walking out of the room. Not only that, but he always had a more powerful magic capability than his father, just as his mother. But not strong enough to actually feel her.

Elyrielle followed him through the house. She thought that he would eat something or maybe look for another blanket. After all, the temperature should be pretty cool at this time of the year. But no, he went to Elyrielle's room. Elyrielle raised an eyebrow. Why there? The extra blankets were on his father's room. What could he possibly want there?

He opened the room and stared at it in complete silence. His face expression seemed sad as well. He had his hair on a sloppy ponytail. His golden hair fell at one side of his face, covering his left eye completely. His pointy nose and long eyes made him a pretty man to look at. His body was thin but not too thin. A little muscular but not too much either. He had a long rope and was barefoot. He was taller than his father by this point. A little over 1.90 m tall. His long legs and arms made him look as a model. His father always said that he looked "too feminine" and urged him to "at least" grow a beard. But he always refused. There he was, looking at her mother's empty room with an equally empty expression.

He finally entered and approached her bed. He took a few seconds before grabbing his mother's blanket and taking it with him. He made sure to put Elyrielle's bed as it was before he touched it. Elthar got out of the room and quietly a d carefully closed the door.

Elyrielle, once again, followed him towards his room. He got to his bed, took out his blanket and put his mother's blanket. He lied down and hid under the blanket. This time, he slept almost instantly. A deep sleep.

Elyrielle smiled. She floated towards his face and gave him a kiss on his forehead. After this, she left to look at his husband.

As usual, Lirienor was doing paperwork form the Elf's academy where he worked as a professor. He looked angry. A bottle of alcohol was by his side, another 2 or 3 on the floor, empty. Elyrielle could smell the strong alcohol smell coming from his husband's mouth. He was totally red and poorly dressed (at least compared with himself before Elyrielle left)

His blood colored hair was put in a messy bun that was falling apart. His golden eyes shined with all his might. Only his hair was redder than his face. Contrary to his son and wife, he was physically stronger. He was tall but a little but muscular. His jaw was pronounced and had a beard of a few days as well. He always shaved. Always. At least before.

His torso was wide and his legs and arms were long as well. He had big bands but with thin and long fingers. He was wearing a messy and old simple shirt that once was white and a pair of black pants.

- I cannot believe this! - Said Lirienor. He grabbed a piece of a students paper and threw it across the room. - YEARS TEACHING THEM HOW TO USE MAGIC AND THIS IS THE RESSSSSULT????

Elyrielle just sighed. His anger bursts were something normal, sadly. Even though he wasn't that good with magic, he was really smart. He knew many tricks and knew many fighting strategies. He knew mostly offensive magic and some summoning magic as well. Because of his knowledge, he was offered a job as a magic consultant, a teacher basically, for young elfs. At first, he said no and went home with no further explanations. When he got home, he told Elyrielle how "Disrespectful" was the idea that they offered him a job like that.

"Why would that be disrespectful?" - Said Elyrielle.

"I am a man of war. Of strength. I prepare men to attack with magic. Not making summonings as a beginner. I AM MUCH MORE THAN THAT!" Screamed Lirienor.

"They appreciate your power, dear. That is why they want you to teach the new generations. Why don't you give it a try?" Said Elyrielle, passive as always. So Lirienor gave it a try. He hated it. He didn’t have the patience to help young magic users, he was outright hostile with his students if a single mistake was made. But he was too proud to admit defeat.

"You can find another job if you are not satisfied with this one, dear. Even I can take your place if you want" Said Elyrielle once after she heard him complaining about his job for the 20th time in a week.

"Do you think that I am THAT weak?! There is no way. A group of incompetent young imbeciles won't make me quit. I WOULD RATHER DIE!" Said Lirienor as he went to his job I'm a bad mood... as always.

- One ssssingle spell is easy to do! Why can't this kidssss do it well? - Said Lirienor as he hid his face between his hands. Before he did, he saw a glance of her wife’s old pen. That made him burst again. He slapped it so hard that it landed on the wall, and it got stuck there, as if it were an arrow. - And you leave as well... Perfect... just perfect. - Said Lirienor as he fell unconscious on one of his books.

- You still got much to learn... dear. - Said Elyrielle.

Before leaving the room, grabbed an old cape and put it on Lirienor. "I hope that you are not cold at least" Said Elyrielle and left.

She went to check on his garden. It was... watered! She was sure that Lirienor didn't do it. Maybe her son did. After all, he always said that the garden was pretty.

Before she could watch more, a knock on her window made her realize that she was going to wake up.

Oh, no. - Said she seconds before appearing on top of his house and falling into her body.

It hurt like a pile of bricks. She opened her eyes with great effort. She felt every part of her body hurt. Not only that, but she turned slowly her head to look at her reflection... Her eyes were golden and glowing again. She smiled. At least her magic wasn't that bad... She would think about it tomorrow, for now she just wanted to sleep. She turned her back at her window and fell asleep immediately. At least, she didn't have any nightmares or astral projections... at least that night. Oh! she forgot to return a message to his son... tomorrow... she would deal with it tomorrow.

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