[ Eleven Years Ago ]
[ Mistfall Heights, Atlantis ]
The bodyguard yelped in pain, as he was ruthlessly slammed down. His whole body trembled for a second, before he clenched his teeth and forced himself to not appear so vulnerable.
But his weaknesses have already been made clear.
Elijah grinned warmly, thought his eyes carried a cold arrogant gleam.
"And they sent you here to protect us?" he extended his hand, "My father seems to be slowly losing his mind."
The bodyguard darkly looked back, not moving, nor accepting the hand. Neither he spoke a single word even though too many things seemed to be going on behind his eyes.
Elijah only tusked with a proud smirk and turned to leave that shadowy room. He was a slender boy in his teens, with messily styled bright red hair and a devil may care look.
