Damien let go of Evelyn, albeit with a sense of unwillingness that discomforted him in a strange, unfamiliar way. The fire that had started inside him just moments ago hadn’t stopped, and he could almost feel a warm sensation travelling through his veins as he stood in the middle of the front room.
“Damien, I have to go” Evelyn spoke softly as she looked at the closed door, sounding to herself as if she didn’t mean a single word. There was an alien sensation growing inside her, which was making her nervous. Never ever in her travels through space and time had she felt a sense of reluctance in leaving a place. But the boy who stood in front of her, gazing at her with eyes conveying more to her than he ever meant to reveal verbally, was making her feel exactly that way. She dragged her feet towards the door, pushed it open slowly and stepped outside. The sun had climbed, and the warm morning sunlight had bathed the distant forest across the Senya, the morning fog hanging over Javidan and the field around the house in a soft yellow light. She prepared herself to use magic, but there was a strange longing to stay behind for a little while that didn’t let her. She turned around to face the house and saw Damien emerging out of the door, and the sight of him made her gasp.
Evelyn saw a golden aura surrounding Damien, glowing brighter with each passing moment. All of a sudden the wind picked up speed, and low clouds in the blue sky assembled above Javidan to hide the sun behind them. The bright sunlight, by some trick, gave the clouds a dull golden colour and the valley seemed to be bathed in the colour of Damien’s aura. Evelyn remembered reading about this a long, long time back, having never even dreamt of witnessing this spectacle. She was seeing the deepest magic of the Elves at work, manifesting itself into Damien.
Damien felt hot inside, and if not for Evelyn’s presence, he would have ripped off his clothes and stood in the open wearing only his smallclothes. His skin began to tingle just when his vision blurred, as if his eyes were teary, but it didn’t clear when he rubbed them with his hand. He saw a visibly stunned Evelyn standing in front of him, looking at him with eyes wide open in surprise. He felt a sensation akin to poking someone, but for some reason it was within him, as if something wanted to escape his body and was asking for permission. He acquiesced, immediately feeling his consciousness exploding outwards.
Evelyn saw the miraculous transformation occur as the realisation dawned on her that she was probably the only living elf to have witnessed it. The wind stirred again and blew strong once Damien closed and opened his eyes, ruffling her hair. He now stood before her, looking fairer than before, with pointed ears and an ageless face. His hair shone in the light and his eyes looked deep as the ocean. She started walking towards him.
Damien had transformed into an elf.
He looked around wildly, unable to comprehend the details flooding his mind. His vision had sharpened suddenly, allowing him to even observe the blades of the grass growing around him, smell the scents in the wind and hear Evelyn’s steady, rhythmic breathing as she approached him.
“What’s happening to-me...?” He drew out the last vowel, being intoxicated by her scent that overwhelmed his enhanced senses.
“Your destiny has claimed you, Damien, you have become an elf.”
He saw villagers approaching them and forming a circle around, looking at him as if he was an oddity. His mother also stood at the centre of the circle, staring at both of them as if she didn't recognize him.
Evelyn didn’t answer, for the simple reason that she didn’t have one. She stood in front of him for a while, unable to comprehend what the repercussions of this transformation could be in the future. Damien was looking into her eyes through his Elven ones, waiting for a response that she didn’t have. She summoned her magic, and when she felt on the verge of losing control, kissed him softly once and disappeared, but not before whispering so softly that only his improved hearing could hear her words.
“We will meet again.”
The clouds parted, the golden glow vanished and the world became as it was, leaving an Elf with memories of once being a human amidst followers who bowed to him, no longer aware of who he used to be.
The story spread far and wide, and were repeated innumerable times around winter fires, that on the day the sky glimmered with gold, an Elf lord descended upon Javidan and blessed his followers that surrounded him in a ring, and thus began the second Age of the Elves.