A lonely elf chapter

My name is Tuilë Yggdrasilbloom. An elf.

Sigh.

I’m also a teacher at The Nansnity Academy of witchcraft. Specifically, I am the teacher for class 6F.

I’d only been a teacher there for about 400yrs.

But before that, I was a human, an average, normal person. Then suddenly, I died and was reborn into this world.

just like that.

Death is strange.

It’s unfair.

It comes when you least expect it.

There’s no room for negotiation.

I was a decent person in my old life. I didn’t have much going for me, except loving parents, but I was happy then.

I was happy.

“Damn it.”

The number of people that get hit by trucks is honestly a concerning figure. You would think it would never happen to you until it does.

Because of my elf blood, I can remember most things that happened to me over the thousands of years or so of my life long life here in this world. I remember being born here, the pain, the loneliness, the anger. But…My memory of my past life, my real life, has gone hazy over the years.

If memory serves… A truck struck me.

I had somehow survived long enough to get to a hospital, which would be a good thing, if not for the pain.

It was quite the scene when I kicked the bucket. My mom and old man sobbed endlessly while I watched as my soul left my body.

I can’t even remember their faces.

I just watched as the mother and father who raised me cried uselessly, all the while hoping for some selfish miracle to save me. And the universe was listening I was saved—reincarnated is more the term.

That’s the kinda sad way my life as a normal human had ended, but I accepted it long ago.

I had been born into this world as the daughter of a human and an elf. My human father was a good man, but ultimately, he died sooner than I thought he would. No, it’s more that elves have a warped sense of time.

Can’t say I feel any particular feelings about the man. He’s name was Arthur. He was my father here. But to me, my real father was back in my old world.

Although most traces of my humanity are mostly gone. I’m still a little different from the average elf.

I suppose I’m taller than the average elf but that’s just about it.

I have mixed feelings about my “Mother” from this world as well, Althaea.

Biologically, she was my mother, but I have never once seen this woman as a parent. Maybe because of my love for my former parents, or perhaps because she was so incredibly immature for me to see her as my mother, either way, I have no special feelings for this person.

“It’s great to see you again Tuilë. When you ran away,  from here you had me worried sick.” Althaea—my mother said.

For a little while, Althaea scolded me for running away. Ah, yes, I still remember it like it was yesterday. When I turned one hundred and twenty-one, I was sick of this place and its people, so I left.

I was most tired of her. The woman who is supposed to be my mother.

“I’m sorry for running away, queen Althaea—”

“—you could at least call me mom!”

“Tch! I’m sorry for running away mother…”

“Was that so hard my little Tuilë!”  I am taller than her.

Excuse me, ma’am for not seeing an overly energetic idiotic woman as my mother. The situation right now was pretty unbearable as much as I never wanted to come back here, my student Everlyne happened to be suffering from a magic deficiency similar to my own.

Magic deficiency as I just mentioned was an incredibly rare illness, throughout my many years of life Everlyne is the first I’ve met other than myself to have it, that just goes to show how rare it is. With magic deficiency your body would produce magic but the circulation wasn’t right, if you had it and you were an F grade witch, witchcraft was essentially off the table for you, for life in most cases.

I bring it up because I had the exact same problem, but thanks to good old elven craftsmanship they were able to make a broom and wand that I could use.

If there’s any silver lining to being the daughter of the queen of elves it’s that I have access to some interesting things.

“I’m tellin’ ya, being queen is exhausting but it does have its perks! Good food, riches and anything you want! I’ve been ruling this kingdom for over a millennium—I’m pretty old ya know? If you want you can take over for me?”

“Reallyyy? Wowwwwww… I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.” I replied.

This was the kind of pointless chatter I hated.

“Awww come on don’t you wanna give your dear mommy a break from ruling the kingdom and stay here with me?”

“….”

I ignored her.

When you wish to steer the conversation away from a bothersome topic, I find it best to just ignore the other person.

As I lapsed into silence, I believe she got the message and changed the topic. Althaea continued to shoot for more conversation, talking about stuff like the weather, and my job as a teacher.

After a while of pointless chatting a servant handed my mother what looked to be a scroll. It was about time we got to business.

Before reading out the results, Althaea offered me a glass of tea, which I readily declined. I’m more of an alcohol person.

“About that student of yours.” She said, her tone slightly serious. “The results of her soul examination are most strange.”

I had brought Everlyne here to get a wand and broom that would work for her.

Why? Well, because she’s my student so of course I want to help her, and because she reminds me of home in a way…

The method of examination of the soul was another tight kept Elven secret. As a half human elf, I wasn’t made privy to the details, but I do have some knowledge on the subject. Usually, the soul as a concept was considered to be a taboo beyond comprehension and forbidden to study in human and most races culture, in a similar fashion to the gods and magic. It was only the elves who had taken a step in to that forbidden territory and acquired the knowledge and the artifacts of capable studying the soul. Even so, there’s a lot we still don’t know.

“As you know, the grade and amount of magic circulated around the body is closely related to an individual’s own soul? And in some cases, very rare cases they maybe circulation deficiencies that lead to people with the potential for magic and witchcraft being unable to use it.”

As I already knew as someone struggling with a magic deficiency myself.

“Mother, I already know all of that.” I said, in a gruff, exhausted manner.

“Always so impatient, honestly you get that from your father.” She beamed.

“Could you get to the point?” I asked, even though I already knew what the issue was.

The fact that Ms Everlyne could write perfect spell formulae meant only one thing, she had a magic deficiency like me and simply needed a wand and broom calibrated to her—

“—Blake Everlyne has no deficiency.” Althaea said.

“Her soul produces more than the amount of Magic necessary to invoke spell formulae. If anything, she produces more magic than the average human, her grade should not be F but A grade.” She continued.

“Wha—” She wasn’t making any sense.

“For some reason however, most of the magic produced by her soul isn’t circulating around her body it is as if her magic is going elsewhere. This is what is causing her grade to appear as F grade, and her witchcraft to fail.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

Did we come all this way for nothing!

“I can understand your concern as a teacher, but it will do you, nor your student, any good.” Althaea smirked, “The good news is we have developed a wand and broom that will work for her so rest easy.”