“What did the Delphi prophetess say – exactly?”, Pollio asked Homer. Homer looked up, not at all surprised to see Pollio atop a branch five feet
above his head, when he'd only moments ago been far ahead of him. He'd long grown use to elvish trickery.
“That the way is being shut, and you possess items that they feel seek to undermine their plans. What does it mean, Pollio?”, Homer asked, sitting
down to rest against the large trunk of the tree.
“Soon, the gods plan to abandon humanity, and leave them to their own devices and folly. Already, your priests and priestesses should have noted –
a decrease in communications for the other realms.”, Pollio said, his voice strangely hallow.
“Yes”, Homer agreed. “The prophetesses feel it the most, when they are unsuccessful in their divining. The priest react harshly.”
“Time is short for me, though your side has many more generations before the realms are completely shut off from the Earth Realms. Not far into the
future, a divine Child will be born among humans, and they will kill him, and pay dearly for their treacherous acts against God. They then, humanity,
will then use the death of this divine child, to bring about terrors and disaster so dark, that the Gods will shut away man from the Heavenly realms -
for thousands of years.”, Pollio told Homer.
“Nay! The gods would not abandon us. For even among the most vile, there are innocents.”, Homer vehemently argued. He glared accusingly at Pollio.
“You seek to trick me. You are in trouble, and on the run, and you seek my allegiance – but you ask me to thwart gods!”
Pollio nimbly jumped down from the branch. His large blue eyes glittered, as he regarded Homer. “I am Elf King, The Erlkonig, of the Northern Lands.
I seek to establish a connection to this world I love. I am intimately connected to the Earth. The land, hills, water, vegetation. I shall not be shut
out of the most manifest expression of the creation I belong to. I deserve access to this realm, even if humanity has lost the right to access
Pollio's voice went low, his voice a growl. “What humans do to the land does affect some realms, despite the sky gods and their willingness to allow
all things of Earth to wither away and die. No matter, that, that is thousands of years in the future. Time passes in the blink of an eye to other
realms, where time is of little concern for the nature of our state of existence is eternal. I am made from the very element of Earth and it's
creative life force. I'm very aware of what becomes of my life force should this realm collapse, for mine too shall soon follow in but an eon. On
humanities way to glory and dominion over Earth, he shall destroy not only this world, but countless others shall be damaged in it's wake. The Morag
has spoken to me of it. We act. For each of the one species you are aware of decimating, there are ten more you never knew.”, Pollio continued, his
voice biting and angry.
“What do you plan to do?”, Homer asked, as The Elf King moved away.
“To befriend the right people, to be certain my gifts get to all the right places. Don't forget to tell the stories, and write your epics and poems
Homer.”, Pollio instructed. “For you shall pass in time to enter your beloved Elysium Fields, but the generations to come will need your words, to
remember a past - passed away into legend. Say hello, to Pip for me, I'd gift you with a trinket, but I think you'd just hand it over to Pip."
Homer blinked, and Pollio was gone. He wandered back to the Academy in Athens wondering - if he should ever meet The Elf King again.
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