The Life of an Overpowered Elf

Argit's Red blur light up the sky as he flew towards a large city, slammed into the ground and breaking the paved road as he landed. Bree simply appeared behind him and took in the new sight before her: the capital of Maragon. She smiled as it was the most normal-looking capital out of the three she had seen. Irenfell's had been too clean. Ozama's had been wondrous to behold, but this one looked like an average city, albeit one with a large castle decorating its center.

"Welcome to Vosa, the capital of Maragon!" Argit declared as he spun on the paved road.

"Do you ever stop enjoying yourself?" Bree questioned with a smile.

"Do you?" Argit shot back as he stopped spinning and pointed at her with finger guns. 

"Not usually," Bree looked towards the castle, but Argit held his hand up, asking her to stop.

"Can you wait here?" Argit asked. "I want to surprise old Thomas." Bree waved him off, and he spun away like a top, laughing as he headed towards the castle.

Bree looked at the shops that lined the streets. She noted that no one was around, unaware Argit had chosen to land on a shady back street to avoid attention.

The shop she selected was a second-hand shop. Standing at the counter, dusting the knickknacks, was a creature in a long, dark purple hooded robe that covered its entire body. Instead of arms, it had several long black tendrils holding feather dusters and several more acting as legs.

As she entered, the creature turned to look at her, its face hidden by a white mask with four eye holes.

"You break it, you buy it," it informed her before returning to its dusting.

"Duly noted," Bree replied. She saw several different kinds of items for sale. After passing a display of sunglasses, she took an interest in a selection of books and began browsing to see if they had anything on botany.

While Bree looked at what was in stock, three young teenage human boys walked in; they wore ratty clothes and bandanas over their faces, each holding a classic street weapon: a crowbar, a led pipe, and a baseball bat.

The one with the bat walked up to the counter, and the monster behind it looked at them and then turned away.

"I'm not paying you," it snarled, "I don't care if this is your 'turf,' I ain't paying you nothing,"

"Oh, come now," The man with the bat said as he tossed the bat over his shoulders ``We don't want any trouble, just pay up. It would be such a shame for your little shop here to go out of business, and what if some ruffians vandalized the place," The boy leaned forward. "Why, we simply can't afford to keep you safe from them for free, so you have to pay us,"

"Leave," The Monster demanded. Bree looked over at the commotion, holding a book about the different kinds of magical potions that could be created using only magical plants, and inwardly groaned.

"I just want to go somewhere without something dramatic happening once," Bree calmly walked up to the commotion with her desired book and stood behind the three men as they pestered the monster behind the counter.

"Whoa!" the guy with a crowbar said when he noticed Bree. "Check out this chick's eyes; they look like they're about to pop out of her head." Bree didn't respond to the casual insult, expecting it at this point. The lead pipe looked at her for a moment and then backed away, visibly scared of Bree, who appreciated that he didn't just throw an insult at her.

"Hey," He said nervously, "I know we're doing a thing, but I pay attention during Magic theory class, and the expression 'eyes are the window to the soul' is said to be literal with Monsters. Small-eyed monsters have weak magic, but those with lots of eyes or large eyes are crazy strong,"

"Hu," Bree scratched her chin, having never heard of such a saying, but noted that Magic theory sounded like something she should study.

The one with the bat looked towards Bree, and she could tell from his eyes that he was about to do something stupid.

"Well, then, why don't we test it?!" The man swung his bat, and Bree simply stood in place as he stopped just before he hit her. "Ha, pretty slow for a 'powerful' monster," He laughed as he swung his bat up and tossed it back over his shoulder. "How about you skedaddle bug-eyes,"

"Why don't you skedaddle instead, young man?" Bree recommended.

"Are you threatening me?" The teen asked, "I'll have you know I'm a minor; I'm sure the guards would be interested to hear about this, of course, for the right price. I'm sure they'll never find out,"

"That's it," The Monster behind the counter turned with a furious gaze, making the three hooligans jump when it lashed two of its arms against the counter like a whip. I can handle your yapping, but I won't have you hustling my customers. Leave, or I'm calling the guard!"

"Whatever," the one with the bat said. Come on, boys. We have some protection money to gather from people who want peace of mind, and we'll be looking you up later, bug-eyes. You better be ready to pay up when we find you, or there'll be trouble." The teens all laughed as they left, the one with the pipe keeping his distance from Bree, his laughter echoing with nervousness.

"I'd like this, please," Bree said as she put the book on the counter.

"Of course," The Monster said politely. "And no worries, the holiday ends tomorrow; they go back to school and will no longer have time to bother I or you,"

Bree was leaning against the wall of the store, reading her new book, when Argit returned, rolling down the street like a big red ball; he jumped and skidded to a halt on his feet, ending up right next to her as he did so.

"Alrighty then," Argit cheered. "Dinner is being prepared; let's go get introductions out of the way, shall we?" Bree closed her book and returned it to her inventory before levitating off the ground and flying towards the castle with Argit's red blur following after her at high speed.

Bree landed softly in front of the wall surrounding the castle and took note of the Argit-shaped hole in it before Argit slammed into it, making a second imprint upon the stone as he did so.

Argit pulled himself from the wall and walked away from his crater without a backward glance.

Bree followed Argit to the wall. Bree noticed the street around here actually had a fairly decent crowd; she figured out why when a cheer for Argit started, he waved at them with a smile. 

Bree found it kind of funny that Argit was a big deal for a moment, then a hand suddenly pulled her harshly back as a large group of people holding white wands with orbs floating above them pushed past her.

"Out of the way," She heard someone say. A hand smacked her in the eye; Bree's sense of direction was shot for a moment as multiple hands yanked and pulled her out of their way.

She had just escaped what she could guess were reporters when a large guard grabbed and shoved her into the crowd harshly.

"Get back," He said irritably. "No one past this point, dammit," Bree was beyond confused, not at being manhandled, but that she had tried to force them back with magic and was unable to activate it.

"Argit," She tried to call out, only to be drowned out by the crowd screaming the same name. "Dammit, I can't just push past; I've never been good at holding back my strength. I could seriously hurt someone. Maybe I could-" Bree's train of thought was cut off when someone was pushed over and slammed their hands on top of Bree's head to steady themselves.

"Do you mind?" Bree yelled angrily. The woman who had steadied herself on Bree fiercely apologized for her actions before going back to try and get to the front of the crowd, where a lot of knights were holding back the line.

Argit himself was talking to the reporters and had yet to realize Bree had disappeared.

"Are the rumors true? Are you now the third strongest Demon Lord?" A reporter called out.

"Why yes, they are," Argit began striking poses as he spoke to the press. "Although It has yet to be confirmed If I am now Stronger than Trish or if Trish just got weaker,"

"Rumor has it your weapon of choice, the golden fan blade ax you used in your legendary battle with the Dragon King, has been stolen. Do you have any comments on this?"

"Actually, I bet it in a fight and lost it," Argit replied merrily, "my opponent wasn't even fully trying," Argit shook his head "I got played,"

"Is it true that an elf is working under you as one of your new subordinates,"

"No, the elf in question would be who beat me, her name is Bree and she's recently founded the new nation of Melodia, with its capital located in Green-water, she added a hyphen because looking at the long name exhausted her, or something like that I dunno it was like a month ago,"

Argit blinked and looked above the heads of the reporters, finding only empty space behind them, "Speaking of Bree, wasn't she just behind me?" Argit looked around and attempted to jump up, only to jump a little ways off the ground "Ah, I always forget about the Anti-magical Barrier," He groaned before taking a deep breath and screaming out as loud as he could "Hey Bree If you can hear me pull out my Fan Ax so I can finds ya,"

Thanks entirely to her exceptional hearing Bree heard Argit over the crowd and tried reaching inside of her Inventory, she smiled when she succeeded.

"I suppose this is a special skill, not magic," She laughed as she pulled out the Fan Ax and Held it up as high as she could. Argit and every other person in the crowd saw it at once.

"Hey! That's Argit's Fan Ax; that must be the chick who stole it," Bree blinked as Misinformation reigned supreme, and the crowd began grabbing and pulling at her, someone's elbow slammed into her face and a rock hit the hand holding the Fan Ax.

Bree was willing to put up with a lot of things, but among the few things that always made her mad, someone attempting to disarm her by force was second only to someone hurting her followers. Bree grabbed the person who had elbow-dropped her by the arm and flung them over her head, scattering the crowd.

"Hey," Argit called out loudly. "No, no, she won it in a fight, and she hates being disarmed. Chill, everyone, chill!" Argit's cries fell on a crowd that was too focused on their own narrative to listen to reason.

Bree looked to who was hitting her with a rock, only to receive a rock directly into her eye, angry more than hurt she raised her free hand and called out.

"Anti-Magic absorption," Anti-magic filled her hand and shot up, upon hitting the anti-magic barrier she pulled her Anti-magic back to her, sucking the shield in with it.

"Oh, that's so cool," Argit screamed out "What even was that!?"

"Who threw that rock?" Bree demanded, her voice now magnified with so much magic that any too close to her were swept off their feet, the crowd parted away from her and Argit slid in with his hands raised.

"Alright, everyone relax," He called, waving peace signs "She won the Fan ax from me in a fight, so maybe don't go throwing rocks at the lady who can kick my ass," Bree put the Fan ax away and grumbled as she walked past the guard who had yanked her into the crowd, who now flinched away from her as she walked past.

She heard the reporters mumbling and focused her ears on them.

"Elf spotted in Vosa, Shorter than you think," One of them asked.

"Short, bug-eyed woman claims to be Elf: Beats Demon Lord Argit?" Another recommended, before shaking their head "No to long for a headline, needs to be shorter,"

"Oh, I got one," Another declared proudly. "Short Bug-eyes creature causes mayhem in Vosa," the reporters were prevented from coming up with more names when an angry voice called out.

 "I'm standing right here" she said angrily, having casually walked into the group of reporters who were all coming up with different titles for their piece that resolved around the theme of insulting her height and eyes, Argit scooted Bree along, laughing nervously as her eyes twitched irritably at the reporters.

"She gets violent when people upset her," Argit said apologetically as he pushed Bree inside the entrance to the Castle courtyard. "And she is an Elf," He called back.

"Well, so far, this place has been both nice and terrible," Bree informed Argit, "They sure seem to love you, though,"

"Oh, I killed a Feral Dragon out this way like a hundred or two years ago, and the story just grew wild, think they're claiming it was the King of all Dragons now," Argit just shook his head. "Honestly, I only killed it to try and impress their king, but he wasn't interested," 

Argit and Bree made their way through the massive courtyard, past lavish bushes, a cliche bush maze made out of red roses, and exotic-looking birds that made Bree question the differences between a Feral and wild animal.

"So what was that?" Argit demanded out of the blue, "You just like…you ate the Anti-magic barrier, that was…that was just so broken! You gotta teach me how to do whatever that was,"

"Anti-Magic absorption is typically used to suck up magical shields and add their power to the user's Mana pool; using it on Anti-Magic barriers does knock them down, but it also drains your stamina and magic, so it's kind of useless if your fighting someone alone, but as I just demonstrated it still has plenty of uses outside direct combat," 

"So cool," Argit chuckled. "The old world had so many cool things hidden away in it; it must have been a hoot and a half to live in; what was it like? Come on, tell me!"

"Well, there was only one continent that was split into four areas: to the south, there was a large kingdom where basically everyone lived; to the east, there was a giant Volcano that was always billowing out Volcanic gas; the north was a frozen wasteland, and the West side of the continent was just a massive forest, and smack dab in the center of it all was a mountain, you could see the entire world just from standing on its peak" Bree sighed as she thought back to all the time she had spent in the game world.

"A large kingdom, Volcano, Frozen wasteland, and giant forest?" Argit asked, scratching his chin. After a moment, he seemed to think of something, "Was there a giant obsidian Pillar in any of those areas? And I mean massive, like bigger than this castle big,"

"Oh yeah," Bree smiled as she thought about it. "The Obsidian Pillar, the 4th Pillar of Eternity," Bree laughed, "I think the guardian was..oh, who was it again? Was it the beast with a thousand eyes? That was one hell of a raid boss to fight," Argit slowed to a stop, his mouth agape as Bree reminisced on her first time fighting the beast with a thousand eyes.

"I teamed up with a guild, and together, we numbered about seventy-two, I think. Only four of us survived to the end of the fight, and when he died, he dropped the all-seeing eye, then when we were looting-"

"Hold up," Argit grabbed Bree and looked at her with actual terror on his face. "You fought the beast with a thousand eyes?"

"You know about it?" Bree asked in confusion.

"The Scriptures of Salvo," Argit suddenly spat to the side before continuing, "say that the four legendary heroes of old sealed ten creatures of unfathomable power into ten Pillars-"

"Then the Lich Queen freed them," Bree cut in as she recalled the base storyline of the game, "and with the heroes long dead, no one could stop her or the creatures so the land was doomed; then a hero rose, and with their companions, they sealed the beasts away and sealed the Lich Queen by ripping apart her tainted soul and storing piece of her in all ten pillars," Bree waved her hand as she spoke, "And how do you know about that?"

Argit just stared at Bree with his mouth wide open and just stood in silence for a moment before he recomposed himself and patted Bree on the head. "We can talk about that later. Come on, let's go meet old King Thomas," Argit continued on his way towards the castle, with Bree following after him, wondering how Argit knew about the game's plot and what his history with the fourth pillar was.

The Two were met by the guard at the front entrance and escorted to what Bree figured was most likely the King's Dining room. A single long table filled with food was before them; an older-looking man wearing a crown sat at one end; on his right was a woman far younger than he was, and on his left sat a young boy.

"Thomas," Argit cheered. "So good to see you again, how have things been,"

"Argit," Thomas's voice was withered with age, but he spoke in a proud tone without formality, "Sit, we have much to discuss," Thomas failed to so much as give Bree a passing glance as he directed Argit to his seat, the only other seat at the table.

"I see I don't get a chair," Bree noted.

"You may stand with my guards," Thomas replied, waving Bree's towards the side of the room.

"Uh, Thomas, this is Bree, the ruler of that nation I was telling you about,"

"Being the leader of a new nation does not entitle one to my hospitality," Thomas waved Bree away once again. "Go stand with the guard," Argit shrugged awkwardly, and Bree irritably walked to the side of the room and stood with the guards; she heard a chuckle and eyed the men surrounding her as Thomas began speaking.

"Now, what is it that you wish to speak with me about? And do be quick about it, won't you?"

"I already told you," Argit whined. "I brought my new Elf-friend,"

"Then present them to me," Thomas said simply. Bree waited to be introduced when something wet and slimy hit her face; she pulled it away and found a wad of partially chewed meat; she quickly spied the perpetrator as the Child at the king's table spat into his hand and threw his food at her.

"Could you…" Bree attempted to politely ask the child, who she figured was the Prince, to stop, but she was cut off when two swords were held by her neck by the surrounding guard.

"No outsiders are to speak to the Prince directly; not even demon lord Argit is permitted to do so," The guard warned. "Do so again at your peril,"

"That would be her," Argit noted nervously. "The leader of the new nation," Thomases' reaction somewhat insulted Bree, and he burst out laughing.

"You mean to tell me that you came all this way to try and pass off some short Bug-eyed monster as an elf?" Thomas hit the table, and Bree bit her tongue angrily as she was once again pegged with a wade of half-eaten food.

"Alright, let's be calm," Argit said as he felt Bree staring at him in irritation. "I know you know how incredicbly rude it is to insult someone to their face," Thomas simply continued laughing.

"Oh no, it's gonna use its elf magic on me," his Son laughed with him, and the woman, who was probably the Queen, just ate her meal with a disappointed head shake. "Oh no, if only I had an Anti-magic barrier surrounding my castle,"

Argit chuckled nervously at Thomases words. "Yeah…no," Argit raised his index finger, and a flame burst to life around it. "That Barrire is long gone,"

Thomas looked at Argit in silence for a brief moment before slamming his hands on the table as he stood up.

"I will not stand for this," He said angrily. "First, you come in telling stories about elves for attention, then you bring that hideous thing in here, claiming it to be said elf, and then you dare to break the Anti-magic Barrier I have set up to keep my son safe!?"

Bree officially had no idea what the hell was happening as Thomas grabbed his son and forced his face into his chest.

"You and I will be talking Later, Argit," Thomas said venomously. "Remove him from my castle and Arrest that thing for attempting to converse with my boy,"

"I will kill anyone who dares try to arrest me for the crime of attempting to complain about having half-eaten food thrown in my face," Bree threatened without hesitation, breaking her calm face into an irritated one for the second time since she had arrived at the capital.

Thomas marched out of the room with his son, leaving his wife behind. She simply waved the guards off, and they marched out of the room.

"I am so sorry," the woman said as she got up and bowed to Argit in a polite tone before turning to Bree. "Please forgive my self-centered windbag of a husband; he's just too lost in his mind to care about anyone else. I'll make sure the charges on you are dropped," 

The Queen walked out of the room quietly, and once they were alone, Bree turned on Argit.

"Chill King Hu?" She demanded as Argit held his face in his hands, visibly dying in embarrassment at how everything had played out so far.