Elves—Did It Have To Be Elves?

Written by DamnShame

Yaaargghh. Moooo. Harumph.
Visions still swirling in his head, Mignon begins to recognize surroundings as being more real and tangible than the hallucinations still semi-real darting in and out of his thoughts. “Elves, it had to be elves.” he thinks to himself. He can sense them just outside his vision. He struggles to bring himself to his feet, but the visions aren’t quite ready to let him up and he slumps back to the earth cool beneath his back…
Grumbling to himself, Mignon struggles to right himself once again. “Elves. Infuriating, frustrating, pointy-eared fruity-smelling… I just..”
Latching onto the anger, Mignon finds the strength to roll himself to one side and claws his way towards a low stone wall and props himself up to crack his neck and allow his eyes to come to rest on the characters before him.
Weak and soft they seemed, but Mignon knows he too is weak… and sadly soft in his current condition. His head feels heavy. A headache burns behind his horns. He knows soon he will need sleep, he is in no condition to think or strategize to Rage. The chase is going to come. He knows there is something he must do. He knows he isn't supposed to do it alone.
But “WHY!? In the name of all that is good and chewy in this world did it have to be elves.” He glumly thinks to himself. But the words come out polished and smooth, a voice he didn’t feel he yet recognized but might grow to love.
“Greetings. It is I. The seasoned Mignon Skychaser. Bringer of Rage and destruction on all who would do wrong unto me and mine!” His fist raised in fury, the burly cow snorts a chuckle and slumps forward exhausted.
Mignon knows he is going to have to rely on others for a change, and he supposes he could be ready… But why did it have to be elves?