POV: Persia
"Tha e air a dhèanamh mu thràth." (It's already done).
I heard the elf talking to my mate but I couldn't open my eyes. His Scottish accent intrigued me. Where did he come from?
I struggled to wake up Cleo. I knew we were okay but I couldn't hear anything except snoring.
"Cleo wake up!." I screamed.
"Persia! Cleo!" Gavin called. I knew we were suspended in the air but I don't know how. I detected his presence beneath me. Anxiety came off him in waves.
I tried to open my eyes...Cleo's eyes but I didn't have the strength. All I wanted to do is sleep but something told me to stay awake.
"I'm going to lower her now." The elf said. Even though I couldn't see him, I sensed that he was good. Elves can be tricky. Most of the time they're good natured, but if you ever cross an elf
