As previously posted, Eli (Elliot) began writing a book when he was 11 years old, getting up in the early morning before school each day to work on it. Because Eli’s family is prevented from contacting him, his father is assembling the work that he left behind, with the help of Eli’s close friend, Edo.
As we have received many requests to make more of Eli’s book available, here is Chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Astengurt
The cell had stone walls, a wooden bench where I was stretched out, and nothing else. As I stood up, a man wearing a red cloak appeared. He opened the cell, which apparently had not been locked, and pulled me up gently by the arms.
“You have not been harmed,” he said, as if saying that would make it true, but it did not make my head feel any better. “And more importantly,” he continued, “you are being awaited.” He spoke politely, with a slight accent I’d never heard but that faintly reminded me of how Andrew sometimes spoke.
He gestured in the direction I was to go, and bowed as I passed him, as if I was someone important or going to see someone important, or both.
Continue reading The Half Elf, by Elliot Mcilwrath, Chapter 3