(Through the looking Glass POV) Julien's unrequited Love

A shaman gifts you a monocle. And through it you gaze through the looking glass. And see through a different gaze (You can use the power 3 times to unravel a hidden perspective)

The snow ranges were perhaps one of the most dangerous places across the north. Lucien kingdom had already sent delegates on a peace treaty mission to further strengthen the bonds between Lucia and the Elves of the moon forest, which were home to the illustrious and well revered Queen, Vardiel Brethil. The Queen of the Elves.

The only problem was that said delegation were yet to return.

Two companies had been sent with the sole goal of discovering the missing delegation and gathering intel on whether the moon forest Elves had broken their side of the treaty or not.

Julien sat beside a crackling campfire staring dreamily into the spitting embers warming his gloved paws. To his left was a thin faced young fellow, clothed in thick furs and heavy wears to combat the testing conditions. His name was Percy, a bronze ranked knight just like himself.

“Say Julien does it ever get this called back from where you came from?”

Not really no.” Percy had been asking him questions almost for the entire day, and it wasn’t that Julien himself wanted to be horrible to the boy. He merely didn’t have enough energy to hold a lengthy conversation with him right now. And also, his mind was clearly somewhere else.

‘I wonder how she's doing?’ He couldn’t stop thinking about her, even now when he was supposed to be cultivating in order to steady his body for the trifling weather, his heart could only think about her. Julien was wrestling with a lot of things that he knew wouldn’t do him any good. But it was apparent to him that what he thought was a gentle blissful crush had formed into something heavier inside of his heart.

‘I...I need to get a handle over these feelings. It’s more than likely created a heart demon which has slowed down my cultivation greatly.’ Julien almost always forgot he was the sole fellow to receive 5 blessings and yet he was one of the slowest to cultivate.

‘During these times I truly wished you were still alive...my brother.’ Thorjens **** was also something he was yet to overcome. The news almost done as much damage to him as he watched it tear apart Eleanor.

“Say Julien any chance you know when we’ll be done skulking round these parts. I never knew I hated the snow until I came up here you know. How can Elves possibly enjoy living here.” Percy bemoaned whilst cupping his two hands over his mouth and blowing warm air through them. Julien couldn’t deny that. He too was curious to know how they done it.

‘Father told me there is a sect nearby. I wonder if they’ve mastered some kind of art that helps them deal with these biting winds.’

“I don’t know. But the general knows the best. We just need to trust in her judgement and we’ll see this through.”

“That’s easier said than done...shes scary Julien. And I'm shocked since I would expect such a beautiful Elven woman to be filled with song and cheer...j-just like the tales.”

Julien creased a wry smile, he was too cold to roll his eyes.

“Julien! Julien the general wants to see you” a voiced bellowed from across the camp. A tall and broad-shouldered man dressed in boiled leathers, heavy iron pieces of armor and a two horned helmet stood on the top of a snowy hill.

As soon as Julien heard the word ‘General’ his spirits lifted as he quickened his feet across the snow and into the camp.

There was a slight smile appearing against the corners of his mouth. There was only one person in the entire world that could make his heart beat as fast as it was doing so right now. And that person had finally requested to see him.

Julien was almost panting by the time he made it to the foot of the snowy hills. He keeled over whilst resting his gloved paws against his knees. His chest was beating quickly but he wasn’t tired. Instead there was an indescribable happiness welled inside of his heart. His gaze trailed up the snowy hill. And his heart strings pulled like an archer drawing an arrow against its bow.

In Juliens entire life there were a few things which to him were one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. One of those was the setting sun, standing on top of a mountain peak overlooking the blanket of jade covering the world below.

But the other was in the form of a voluptuously curvy and quite breath taking, matured Elven woman standing in her furs whilst the snow softly descended. Julien could only stare dreamily at her figure on top of the hill. He had wrestled with himself for countless moons about his feelings. He knew they were wrong but he couldn’t hide them any longer. Especially after that night...

Eleanor remained aloof standing by the snowy hill. Julien trudged up the snow until he finally stood on level ground. He didn’t forget his rank and nor his duties as her squire and quickly fell against a single knee.

“General...you sent for me.” it took all his willpower to get that sentence out. He took a glance upwards, notching the indifferent cold gaze creased against her perfect face. Her eyes were filled with the usual flux of torrent of emotions. Sadness, strength, confusion and small remnants of care.

‘she still cares about me the same way she cares about her son...grrr damn it.’ Julien understood it wouldn’t be easy to change the dynamics of their relationship. After all, for most of his life she was like a second mother to him. His feelings for her would not be so easily accepted despite what had happened between them a few months ago.

“We will be crossing over the frosted planes by this time next morn. I will need you with the vanguard unit to make sure things go smoothly. Although your rank may seem weak. Your talent is by far the best amongst the group. So I believe you’ll be ok...that's is all.

‘Wait what? T-that’s is all? I havent seen you for days and that’s all you have to say to me? Did she forget? No does she simply not care then?’

Julien felt anger bubbling in his chest. He wasn’t sure what made him feel this enraged but he refused to let it go unanswered.

“Is that it? I’ve...I haven’t seen you in so long. We haven’t even...since that day...you haven’t said anything to me. D-don’t you understand how much…how much I’ve missed you?”

He saw her fair cheeks briefly turn red and her eyes slightly soften just before she regained her steely ice cold composure.

“Sigh...Julien I told you to forget about that night. It was a mistake...i was mourning...I still am mourning if you haven't noticed so my feelings were...are still all over the place. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. But what happened between us...that can never happen again.”

“N-no that doesn’t make-” he protested weakly

“Enough! Listen to me I am your commander. Thorjens Mother...I am old enough to be your mother. What did you think would happen? Thorjens is still...lets...lets just put things behind us...for Thorjens memory.”

At the mention of his name Julien felt his throat tighten. He knew very well this was dishonorable of him. Before today when he replayed that night between them both he was always wrestling with deep excitement and longing regret. If Thorjen was still alive he would hate him, understandably so…but he is not…alive.

Julien balled his fists with conviction. Suddenly discovering this power of unwavering **** rushing through his blood. He felt unknown powers slowly filling his mind with a sense of arrogance and will.

Eleanor moved her cold gaze towards him. Her eyes filled with a mysterious intrigue.

“I…I wont give up. I don’t care what excuses you say! That night was the best night of my fucking life! And I know you felt something too. Say what you want but Thorjen died! And I was there…I am still here…for you. I love-“

*Whooosh*

Julien’s words were stuck in his throat. This time by the forceful presence towering over him. Eleanor had appeared before him. Her slender finger sharp as a pristine blade angled menacingly against his throat. Despite her icy aura, he could smell her delightful scent making his mind wonder again. But what made him less scared were the shaking and watery eyes she gazed into his own eyes with.

“Stop this…stop this at once.” Her voice whimpered like a little child.

Julien felt a cold sweat running down his neck but he knew he had to stand true to his resolve.

“N-no i’ll never stop loving you- so you have to kill me…”

*whooosh* *cling*

He shut his eyes firmly in anticipation of her strike. But within the darkness Julien felt no pain. He opened his eyes again and found himself standing alone on the snowy peak. Eleanor had gone.

He placed his hand against his chest. His heartbeat was racing uncontrollably. ‘That was close-too close.’ Despite his body still trembling he couldn’t hide the feelings of happiness welling inside of him. A crooked smile appeared as Julien himself wasn’t sure what to do with himself now.

‘There is something wrong with me.’ He uttered to himself. The falling snowfall lightly fell. Funnily enough the anxiety in his heart felt worse to handle than the biting winds.

Julien decided to simply remain where he stood. Overlooking the vast spread of pale earth stretching as far wide as he could see. Beneath the moonlights glow the snow sparkled like a blanket threaded by the fingertips of angels. Being all the way out here in the north wasn’t nearly as terrible as people made it out to be.

Julien felt a sense of peacefulness about this place. As though he was actually standing on the edge of the world, away from all the problems of the mainlands waiting for him. Time slowly moved and he found himself lost in the scene of soft snow drops falling against a sea of white sand. When the winds moved they bit directly into the bones. But he didn’t move nor complain. He enjoyed the wintry north and all the things lost inside of it

Julien suddenly felt an unknown presence arriving from his rear. He creased a cheery smile knowing there was only one other person who knew about this spot.

“You’ve come back…I knew you would-“ as he turned around expecting to meet the face of his beloved, his words trailed into a whisper once he met the face of a peculiar looking stranger. A clearly young but handsome youth stood in front of him instead. The youth carried a flop of black hair against his snow white pale skin and a pair of bone chilling carmine red eyes which seemed to see through him. He was also dressed in dark robes which made his skin look all the more paler

‘Those eyes…what is he?”.

“Wh-who are you?” He stiffly asked the boyishly smiling youth.

“Oh me? Great question and whilst I was trying my very best to think of a cool alias. I can’t seem to think of anything cool enough to stick. No matter then I’ll just erase the memories of me once this is over. Hey stay still...will you.”

Julien was near enough gob smacked as he watched the young fellows arm instantly transform into a grotesquely shaped dark claw. His senses instantly kicked in, as every cell within him was screaming at him to run.

Julien immediately allowed the dormant Qi in his body to skyrocket. He was just about to react when he suddenly saw a black shadow move with the quickness of sound.

“Too slow…” were the last words he heard before seeing a black fist roaring towards him.

Vox POV

At this part of the snowy fields. The freezing winds moved with more vigor and less restraint. Vox dragged the **** body towards a nearby cave tucked securely beneath a hill of heavy snow.

He uncaringly tossed the sleeping youth into the damp and shallow cave before he dusted his palms free of the gravel and ice. Vox grimaced a little at the sight of the bothersome ice against his skin, he hated it here, the snow was possibly the most terrible thing the guardians had created.

He summoned the illustrious golden scepter from his spatial ring and waved it casually over himself. A gust of amber particles swiftly swirled around him and melted the ice.

His eyes then befell the sleeping elf in the corner.

“That Amazonian Elf smells just like the letter I found in my masters care. She must be the one who sent it. Which means-“. His eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“Thorjen isn’t here.” His footsteps moved across the small enclosed rocky space before he knelt down beside the **** body. He used one of his finger to prod the slightly chubby cheeks.

A childish giggle escaped his lips.

“Fatty Elf” he mused. Vox then stood upright and dusted his knees free from the gravel and mess against his robes. He then handled the holy gear in his grasp once more. This time he muttered an incantation in the process. One which would require him to expel a great deal of power.

A deep violet flame appeared on the top of the half moon ornament. Vox tilted the tip of the golden staff towards the **** elf and continued muttering inaudible words of power. A circle of fire wrapped around the body without touching a single piece of his clothing. Then three little violet half moons made out of fire appeared against his forehead. Vox creased a broad smile and carefully closed his eyes.

He felt a fierce wave of darkness **** him.

He slowly opened his eyes again and found the world around him had changed.

He was submerged within a sea of dark blueish darkness. The darkness was thick like smoke and he could see it visibly moving along the walls.

Vox looked deeper through the floating smog, past all the noise and finally found the objects of his venture into the subconscious.

He discovered an entire row of mahogany doors aligned into a neat row. Within ones consciousness Vox understood how important it was to make sure he treaded extremely carefully.

Luckily his magic was no longer considered at a novice stages, where he needed extra help for performing high risk spells like the one he was using. He pressed ahead until he met the 12 or so brown doors standing almost side by side in two rows. 'My bloodline power wouldn't be of much use here. So lets take a lucky guess then.' He randomly walked towards one of the doors and gently pressed his palms against the face of the door to open it.

After a sneering sound echoed upon the door being opened a blinding light shone through the opening.

Vox shielded his gaze until he felt the warm glow subsided. Once it had done he found himself standing on a gentle flowing stream. The leaves were well cut and spread across the land before him like a carpet of neatly trimmed jade. Not so far away from where he stood, he saw a smoking cabin tucked in the sparse woodlands with sounds of laughter coming fourth.

He approached the cabin from the side and peered through the windows to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside.

Two people were inside, the slightly chubby Elf with dark hair and that buxom Amazonian Elf he saw earlier.

"I remember when you were both so small. Thorjen would come home with his clothes in a complete mess and when I asked him to tell me why. He simply shrugged his shoulders and with a wide grin told me he made some new friends. How could I have known his version of making friends meant crawling through mud tunnels to find your pendant. and fighting Razziel's guard dogs" The Elven lady laughed whilst holding her stomach. Her hair looked wet and she was clothed in a long robe barely covering her large assets.

"He was always like that. Even when I told him it was fine and I could always get another, he was determined to challenge and defeat one of my fathers hounds that always stole the thing from me, before running into the mud tunnels to hide it. I think Thorjen gave up after the 7th or so time he had to wrestle that hound hahaha"

"Ah such a more peaceful time. Thorjen was always that way...he..." There was a sudden sadness appearing against the Elven womans face. Crestfallen, she could only stare at the reddish liquid in her glass and swirl it around.

"L-l-ady Eleanor...I'm sorry for making you remember that..." The elven youth said. He sat on the other side of the room, shyly trying to avoid staring at the smooth legs laid across the single double bed.

"It's alright...it's my fault (sigh) Thank you Julien for keeping me company. If it wasn't for you I would've passed out from exhaustion and...who knows what else would've happened."

"Lady Eleanor its no bother at all. After all its the least I can do for you. You're the one who has never stopped looking for Thorjen after these past months. I...I can only root you on from the sidelines."

"Silly boy you have done more than enough for me already. By the way, how did you come across this place. It's quite fancy." She said looking around the spacious room. As she moved her head one of her incredibly large breasts threatened to spill out.

The Elven youth could barely keep his eyes away. Noticeably swallowing his spit with a reddish face.

"Well...ahem...M-my father uses this place for...His lady friends" he whispered

"OH...haha does he now...interesting." She seemed to have pondered something whilst she stared into the glass filled with liquid for a few moments before lifting her slightly playful gaze.

"Was that your plan all along then Julien? To take advantage of an old lady like myself and bring me into this lovely place in order to let my guard down fufufu I am quite surprised you're so cheeky."

"W-wait-n-no that's not it Lady Eleanor I would never...I only...Maybe...I just thought this place was the closest."

Her hearty laughter rung across the cabin again.

"You're too cute and easy Julien. I only jest. After all im just an old woman...I'm sure you have a host of young prettier Elves you would much rather flaunt this place too?

"Never! I mean...La-lady Eleanor is incredibly beautiful I...I dont think there is anyone on the azure mountain quite as captivating as you. "

The Lady's cheeks blushed but instead of saying anything , she drank a large gulp from the cup in her hand before delicately placing the tiny amount down on the dresser.

"Julien...come and sit beside me." She patted the empty space beside her with an unusual look across her face. Her cheeks were very rosy right now and had most likely been influenced by what she was drinking. The Elf named Julien obliged shyly and eventually found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, right beside her thighs.

"You're a virgin arent you?" Her sudden question made the boy gasp in fright. He almost jumped up from the small space he was perched on before he felt her hand carefully guide him back down again,

"It's ok haha dont be alarmed. I don't know why but...I want to reward you for being such a good boy to my Thorjen all these years. I..I cant say it will mean much but if you will have me I can show you..."

"Yes! Yes I will do...I-I mean...Lady Eleanor...I-mean Eleanor"

"fufufu you really are the cutest. By the Gods this Elf wine is very strong mind you. But not strong enough to make me do something ill regret. But...I can show you what a womans body looks like and what you should pay attention too. Come here g-give me your hand" her voice started to fall into a whisper. Julien almost couldn't believe what was happening to him right now. He blinked several times before he nervily gave her his hand. Before she could place it down she swiftly placed it between the open folds between her robes, and directly against one of her mammoth sized breasts.

"Wh-wa-ah!" He squirmed beneath the euphoria of excitement rushing through his body. His hand barely fit against her soft and incredibly large breasts. Then the lady stood up from the bed and walked in front of him. She released her robe slightly, revealing the two large pink nipples hidden beneath her robes.

"Y-you like them?"

Julien's mouth fell wide and he could only bounce his head up and down.

"n-now then for the next lesson..." She shyly spoke.

Just when things were getting interesting Vox felt a tremendous aura fall upon him. A snide smirk creased against his lips as he turned away from the window and noticed five golden towering lights floating above the stream of water.

"INTRUDER! WHO ARE YOU THAT DARES TO INVADE THE MEMORIES OF OUR HOST!" The five lights almost roared in unison which sent a shockwave shuddering against the entire dream space.

Vox was a little surprised but he wasnt scared, he observed the once peaceful world around him melting into a black paste. Once the rumble had stopped he was back in the world of darkness. Only this time he was surrounded on all sides by the five shining golden lights.

"Let me guess...you five are guardians and you've somehow made a pact with this brat. No worries then, I merely willed to discover the location of another through this one. I have no intentions to stay here...so stand down please. Or... watch me go wild."

His aura skyrocketed as a baleful purple aura swiftly enveloped his entire body. The aura grew beyond his height and soon towered 8feet tall and shaped into a being with two curved horns, great flapping wings and a lengthy lizard like tail.

"Prosperous!"

"You are him?"

"Dr-dr-d-"

"Yes I am HIM!" The entire dream space shook again but this time, it was the golden lights who felt the fury.