Rescue of the Elf Girls

At dawn Moris and Rocky (the white tiger) mounted the Bison and headed toward Moris’s laboratory. Rocky looked at the very old two-story abandoned laboratory hidden in the dark forest and said: “You live in an abandoned building?” Moris looked at him from the side: “Don’t be a critic from the outside. I left it like this only so that no one’s attention would be drawn. Everything I need is inside.”

They entered Moris’s laboratory: various minerals, computers, generators, blueprints — so many things. Inside was organized: the floor red, the walls green, filled with laboratory tools and metals. Rocky, curious, asked: “Why do you need so many metals?” Moris: “There are two reasons. First — to create different things. All of this is metal that people threw away as useless, but they don’t seem to realize it can be recycled.” Rocky, speaking through thought: “And the second reason?” Moris showed his magic — the metals rose into the air and began to spin. Moris continued: “And I can control metals. Not only metals — watch.” He returned the metals to their places, then drew electricity from the generator into his hand. The electric current from the generator began to flow into Moris’s arm, his body crackling with sparks. He fired at a designated target, blasting it apart. “I can control electricity,” he said.

Rocky, not understanding: “What is electricity?” Moris thought: “Ah, this is another world after all.” He explained briefly: “Electricity is like lightning. But lightning can be created on the ground. Remember that.” Rocky: “I understand. Now tell me — why are you living in hiding?” Moris: “This kingdom torments the people and restricts knowledge and freedom. I am fighting against this kingdom. I want to bring freedom to the people through science. I want them to feel that the potential of science is more dangerous than they imagine. And Rocky — can you help me on this path?” Rocky replied: “Of course. I am ready to obey any order of yours.”

Then Moris asked: “Rocky, you still haven’t told me what you are capable of.” Rocky: “Then watch.” He moved at incredible speed, darting between the walls, showing his ability. Rocky then said: “In short — speed and strength. I can help you in this way.” Moris: “Don’t worry. You can help. I will need your abilities soon.”

Then he said: “Let’s go. I need to fly the new B-29 to a place.” They boarded the new B-29 and began to take off. The engines on the wings spun, the plane moved and rose into the air. Rocky: “Where are we going?” Moris: “To the Elf Forest. I want to learn about them.”

After a long flight, the drone of engines and the silence among the clouds made him decide to rest. He landed on a small hill at the edge of the forest. The land was quiet. Gray clouds covered the sky, faint sunlight streaming through. Moris settled on the hill with Rocky at his side, scanning the distance through binoculars. Suddenly he noticed movement — a small caravan. As it came closer, he understood the severity: inside an iron-barred wagon sat five young elf girls. Their faces were dirty, clothes torn, but the fire in their eyes had not gone out. One of the girls suddenly shouted, cursing the caravan leader.

The leader — a young man in a fine cloak, arrogant expression — stopped his horse and turned toward the cage. He threatened the girl and moved to enter the cage, when the sound of footsteps echoed from afar. Someone was approaching from the slope. It was Moris and Rocky. Moris held his twin revolvers not on his belt, but in his hands. His eyes were cold, his voice heavy.

“Release the girls,” he said, stepping closer. The caravan had two sorcerers, four knights, and a couple of mercenaries, who exchanged amused glances.

“This is my father’s property!” the leader said mockingly. “To lay hands on a noble’s property is the same as rebelling against the kingdom! I will take your head right here.”

Moris did not answer. He snapped both revolvers and fired two shots into the sky. The sound echoed through the forest. The knights and mercenaries charged at him. Rocky leaped at them, tearing them apart in an instant. But Moris was not only a military engineer — he was a battle-hardened marksman.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Each shot hit its mark: knee, shoulder, hip. No one died, but all were incapacitated in seconds. A few magical projectiles shot at him, but Moris dodged with lightning speed and fired back. It was over in an instant.

The caravan leader froze in shock. What stunned him most was the white tiger — not an ordinary beast but a Leviann tiger. He was astonished because no human had ever managed to tame one; they usually belonged only to elves or other races. Yet pride overtook him, and he drew his sword, rushing at Moris.

Moris did not move. When only half a step remained, he sidestepped and shot both of the leader’s knees. The man groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Moris approached the iron cage. The elf girls trembled between fear and hope. He tried to open the lock, but a magical seal blocked the way. The caravan leader on the ground laughed mockingly: “Don’t bother… only nobles can open that lock.”

Moris said nothing. He simply brought his hand close to the bars. His device activated, creating a magnetic field that distorted the lock. The metal groaned, bent, and fell away. The girls’ shackles clattered one by one to the ground.

The leader’s eyes widened in horror. “Who are you?..” whispered one of the wounded sorcerers.

The freed girls, tears in their eyes, thanked him. “Who… who are you?” asked one. “Just a traveler,” he replied shortly. Then he thought to himself: Wait, do these girls understand our language?

One elf girl noticed Rocky. “My goodness, how did you manage to tame a Leviann tiger? Even elves struggle to tame them.” Moris thought: Is that so? So Rocky is not an easy beast to tame. But he came to me himself. Rocky answered through thought: “I did not submit to you. Don’t even try to tame me. I only wish to repay my debt to you.” Moris: “Alright. Don’t be upset.”

One of the elf girls, speaking rudely: “Hey human, why did you free us? Or did you want to take us for yourself after stealing us from them?” The elf beside her snapped: “What are you saying? Is that your gratitude to the man who saved us?” The suspicious girl said: “From humans you can expect anything.”

Moris replied: “If I wanted to enslave you, why would I be talking with you? I could take you away right now. So why am I speaking with you?” The first girl said: “I told you, he is a good man. And don’t you see the Leviann tiger at his side? That tiger only becomes a companion to those with pure hearts.” The suspicious girl muttered: “I was just being cautious… but maybe I went too far.”

Then a third, bolder elf girl stepped forward to Moris: “Can you take us to the Elf Forest?” Moris thought for a moment, then said: “Yes. I am headed there myself. I will take you.” The girls rejoiced at his words.

“Come. My transport is ready.”

When they saw the plane, the elf girls froze in astonishment. Its great wings, the cold gleam of metal — all of it looked like something out of legend.

“Is this a magical carriage?!” one of them asked in awe.

Moris laughed. “No. This is not magic — this is science.”

“You can fly without magic?”

“Yes. Welcome to the world of science.”

And thus, the plane rose into the sky.