Fortunately, this particular wizard was used to foreign stuff falling from the sky to land on his beach, and when he found me and figured out what had happened, merely lamented that he didn’t find elf women more often.
It turned out he was a former wizard. Zynthar the Great, to be exact. Retired, but will probably go back to wizarding if properly motivated. He was not then properly motivated, so I was safe.
He was also extraordinarily helpful. He got me calmed down, cleaned up, and fed, chatting merrily all the while about nonsense. He talked a good long while about currents and forks in space, and how everything lined up so it sometimes brought junk down to the surface of this world, and he had gotten prime scavenger space.
He talked so long and so cheerfully that I began to wonder if I had misunderstood how a wizard used the Word, and he was simply going to talk me to death.
Eventually he got to the information I was more interested in - where I was, and whether I could get back home from there. The Space Fork was a one way trip, unfortunately. If I wanted to get home, I would have to find another route. However, he was happy to help me navigate what was about to become my second life.
I had lost my elfsong, but I did not succumb to the fate that befell most solitary elves. The things that had affected me back home no longer did here. I could go out in the sun whenever I liked. I was no longer allergic to iron. Perhaps the Void had broken that bond cleanly? I didn’t know.
It ultimately didn’t matter, because here, I had access to even more magic than I’d ever been able to produce before, even with others. I could fly! I could walk off the roofs of tall buildings and land without a scratch. I could carry countless amounts of items in a single inventory bag, and change my clothes in a flash. I could change my looks, too, and I soon did.
I’ve been here fifteen years now, and though I’ve researched, I have no idea where home is, or how to get there. I built myself a comfortable little house, and got involved in other things. I made friends. Looking no longer seemed important, because now I was home.
In fact, things were going extremely well for me . . . until the day another elf from Lyramir arrived.
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