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I nod. The bolt of lightning would explain the agony and confusion. But how? Why here?
Jenna goes on without missing a beat.
“What are you? And why are you here?”
She is losing any semblance of playfulness, so I hold up a finger, which brings back that tense but provocative scowl.
“One question for one answer, right?” I say, shaking the finger back and forth.
Jenna scoffs, her stare unwavering.
“Pick one,” she mocks.
I bring my finger to my lips, feigning consideration. In reality, I will not tell her just yet what I am. I need to know what her intentions are for me first.
So, I take the cheap route out.
“I have no idea why I’m here, sweetheart,” I reply. “Now, you must tell me exactly how you summoned me.”
Jenna studies me, measuring her responses as much as I measure my own.
“There was a statue,” she begins. “I got it from a man in the village who sells old artifacts. I dropped it, it cracked, and the lightning came.”
My spirited intrigue vanishes when I hear her mention the artifact of old. I leaned forward, my heart rattling madly behind my ribs.
“What statue? What artifact?”
Jenna shakes her head.
“It’s my turn now, remember?” she snaps at me.
“There is no game anymore, woman,” I sneer, a sad attempt at keeping my anger at bay. “You have used an ancient magical artifact. That isn’t something like a doll to play around with.”
Jenna leaned away from me. She’s not a person who recoils from threats or intimidation.
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way,” she hissed, eyes brightening in the gloom. “I have taken you into my home, so you better find a new tone to address me.”
I open my mouth to give her a spicy reply, but a loud boom replaces it.
We both shoot our glares in the direction of the sound, which is continuous and followed by a gritty, disturbing voice.
“WE DEMAND ENTRANCE!” the voice yells. “OPEN UP IMMEDIATELY!”
When Jenna turns her head to me, I see a look of terror. It is a look I didn’t think this being was capable of.
“Fuck,” she muttered, then scrambled to her feet.
“What is going on?” I ask frantically.
“You need to hide, NOW!” she demands.
I hear the unpleasant voices again, and what they say sends me into another spiral of confusion.
“SHOW US YOUR DARK ELF.” an orc said. “WE KNOW YOU ARE HARBORING AN UNWELCOME CREATURE.”
Ah, of course. My skin is dark, so they think I’m a dark elf. And I assume they are indeed orcs by the sounds of their nasty, imprudent voices.
Why have I come to a place that has those damn disgusting orcs?
