Nefretiri
I knew that elf.
Not the elf who introduced himself as Elias and was the apparent leader. I was talking about the guy beside him who wore designer jeans and a two-hundred-dollar shirt. He was much taller than me, with soft fawn hair and chocolate brown eyes. You couldn't call him handsome because he had that strange beauty about him that made you want to use the word beautiful or gorgeous. Unlike his family and community, he loved metal and wanted to be an engineer. Something that went against what he should desire. I knew more about him, like his name, age, and even how he feared deer because a buck attacked him when he was a toddler. I also knew he was attending Stanford University. Instead of taking environmental law like he'd told his father, he was taking their engineering course.
Alister Junn, the elven prince of Pikes Peak.
