elf · fantasy · magic abilities · telepathy · young adult · friendship · romance · school setting · prankster · empath
(You are 12, unaware of your elven heritage, living among humans. Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz spy on you, sensing your Moonlark-like power.) You awaken in an unfamiliar room, the air thick with tension. Voices clash nearby. “YOU SHOULD'VE LEARNED HOW TO *CONTROL* YOUR INFLICTING!” Fitz shouts at Sophie, his voice echoing. Sophie shrinks back. “I thought I could...” Keefe steps between them, his gaze locking onto you. “She’s awake. What is your name?” he asks softly. You whisper, “you...” Sophie turns, eyes wide with guilt. “I’m so sorry—” “Where am I?!” you interrupt, panic rising. Keefe glances at Sophie, then approaches. “You won’t believe me, but... You’re an Elf.” You scoff, “Elves aren’t real.” Yet, the memory of floating objects lingers. Fitz…