"What time is it" turpis muttered,
As Turpis slowly opens his eyes, he blinks a few times to adjust to the light. He looked around and realized he was in the attic room that he had grown up in. He realizes he's lying in a familiar bed, in a room he knows too well.
Turpis' eyes roam around the room, taking in the details that bring back memories of his childhood. He notices the poster of a lot of machinery on the wall, a relic of his younger days when he dreamed of building his inventions. The familiar smell of the old wooden furniture, the creaking of the old floorboards, and the small window overlooking the forest and the city.
As Turpis' eyes continued to scan the room, he noticed something else that triggered a rush of memories. It was an old table that stood in the corner of the room, covered in dust and with a few scratches here and there. On the table lay his trusty pair of headphones, a computer monitor that had seen better days, and the small radio that he had always used to listen to music while tinkering with his books.
Turpis immediately walk onto the table and sat down on a chair, he put his headphone on and then turn on the radio.
As Turpis was lost in the rhythm of the music, he failed to notice the slow creak of the door and the approaching footsteps of a man. Then without a warning, the man punches Turpis in the back of his head.
*Boom* The sound echoed through the small attic room as Turpis recoiled in pain, dropping his headphones to the floor. But the man was not done, he grabbed the head of Turpis and slam it to the table repeatedly.
Turpis' vision blurred as he struggled to stay conscious. His attacker's grip on his head was too strong, and he felt a sharp pain in his face with each impact against the hard wooden surface. He tried to push himself away, but his body was weak and unresponsive.
*****
Turpis was immediately awoken by that nightmare and sat up in a makeshift bed, but an intense agony assaulted him in his chest area. That's when he noticed his missing left arm and immediately lie down again on his makeshift bed.
'It's not a dream?' Turpis thought, his usually unshakable composure now shattered. He was consumed by confusion and fear, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. Everything had happened so quickly that he hadn't even had a chance to react.
After a while, he began to calm down and assessed himself. 'Just two broken ribs?' Turpis thought to himself in surprise. He remembered the brutal attack by the creature and had feared the worst, even wondering if his spine was broken. It seemed odd that he had not sustained more serious injuries. He couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude mixed with confusion.
He tried to feel his left arm, it was still missing. However, he was surprised to find that the wound where his arm used to be was completely healed, and a large scar was now closing the area.
'What about the others?' Turpis thought as he scan the area hoping to find the other human being that he tried to save, but there he saw nothing, and just when he thought that he was alone, he caught a pair of green eyes staring at him in the distance, unblinking and glowing.
'Who is that?' Turpis thought, he could fear a new level of fear creeping up within him, like he is being watched by a top predator. He could see a shadowy figure sitting in the distance, but he couldn't see it clearly as the torchlight didn't reach the figure.
Then these glowing eyes blink and the figure stand up and began to approach towards him
Turpis' heart began to race as the figure slowly approached him. As the figure drew nearer, he could see that it was a man with a strange long pointy ear, the man had silver hair and a strikingly handsome face. Despite his youthful features, there was an air of wisdom and experience about him that Turpis couldn't quite place.
The man is wearing distinctive and unique garments, made of finely crafted leather and adorned with intricate elven symbols and designs. His attire exuded an aura of elegance and grace.
Turpis couldn't help but notice the brooch attached to the chest area of his clothes - a stunningly intricate depiction of a galaxy, its swirling arms and bright stars symbolizing the vastness and complexity of the cosmos.
He stopped a few feet away from him and regarded him with those piercing green eyes.
The man suddenly frowns and stared at Turpis ear like he is confused about something
"Who are you?" Turpis asked in English, his voice trembling slightly.
The man was shocked as there are no wildlings that can speak in the elven tongue, 'maybe his a halfling?' he thought, slightly relieved.
"I am Melfroy, a friend," the man replied in the elven tongue, hoping to put Turpis at ease. "As you can see I am an elf, and I found you battling against the orc, and oh boy you nearly get flattened, but thanks to the great me the Invoker of space who saved your life. I brought you here to tend to your injuries." As the elf stepped in the light he introduced himself with a hint of pride in his voice.
'Orc? elf? aren't those only in games and movies?' Turpis is confused, and become wary of this elf. "Thank you for saving me," he said, his voice still shaky. "I don't know how I could ever repay you." Turpis thanked him as he is not an ungrateful man. Due to his past, he knew that there is no free lunch in this world. He was suspicious of the man's intentions and wondered what the elf could want in return for saving his life.
The elf waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing grand, just be my student. What's your name, by the way?"