Jeff James Jack Jefferson Jonesy the Third, or simply, Jonesy, is the twenty-first Chosen One.
Often, it is quite the task to get the Chosen Ones to talk. We have found that to be a non-issue with this particular blue fellow.
His body is made of stone, chiseled so that it appears he is always perfectly muscular.
He's asked us on multiple occasions. "Where are the bitches at?" and "I want to find some hoes around here."
Naturally, this depraved creature we've summoned has been put on a sort of "probation," so to speak. He comes from a world of "powerful garblingus". Which he has described simply as a rocket ship, whatever this "rocket" is, we have yet to discover.
When asked if he knows how to replicate this fantastical flying machine, he describes, he said: "What do I look like to you, a Falinkal?"
For Jonesy to be a valuable asset, this scribe is overwhelmed with doubt.
The Queen of the Moon, the seventh Chosen One, said she would gladly take the twenty-first under her wing, not that any of the houses were particularly clamoring for his recruitment.
He seems average across all abilities; apparently, nothing motivates him more than serving a woman.
After calling the DeMeteor ruler, "A gelatinous scwible," whose meaning we have not discerned in his diction. Jonesy now resides at Moon's Rise with the Queen of the Moon, to no one's displeasure.
From the official records and expectations of the Chosen Ones.
Jeff James Jack Jefferson Jonesy the Third
Expectation Rating: Irrelevant.
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"Wishes?" Elise asked. "What are you talking about?"
Not many inhabitants of Keceo are more well-read than Elise Sylvian, and yet, she has never heard of the concept.
"The most powerful magic of them all." The mysterious elf said, breaking away from them. "Solve all your problems by just imagining them to not exist anymore."
Artero crossed his arms.
"Sounds too good to be true."
"You don't have to believe me, my dear." He gave another chuckle. "Boy, she is really knocked out, huh? Guess you'll have to explain this to Gwynevere later. Ah, where are my manners?" He bowed deeply. "I am Whisperer Soulseverance. I am the strongest Whisperer in the King of Terror's army."
Both royals' eyes went wide, and they raised their catalysts, but this time, the Whisperer cast a spell and forced them into immobility.
"Listen here, younglings." He looked down at the Chosen One still sleeping peacefully. "I could kill you all. It wouldn't be much trouble for me." He strode up to both the royals and kissed them on their cheeks. "I love a good three-way romance, so I will let you live."
"Wh…what...do…you…really…want?"
Elise gritted out, furiously trying to free herself from the spell.
"The same thing the King of Terror wants."
He lifted his hand, and an image of Keceo itself appeared in his palm. The Wall, in its illustrious glory, crumbled, and the elves were consumed. Keceo became a red ball of death in his hands.
Artero unclenched his jaw.
"That…will…kill…us…all."
"Exactly! Which will solve a lot of issues for everyone, my dear." He licked Artero's neck, biting down hard, leaving a mark in his skin. Artero winced in pain and grunted. "This one tastes… delicious," he said playfully, looking to Elise. "Are you really resisting this scorching piece of meat, darling?" He shrugged. "Your loss."
"Fuck…you."
Elise tried to spit at him, but she drooled down her cheek.
"Ah, if you insist, we can. Wouldn't be much trouble for me," Whisperer Soulseverance quipped.
"Don't…touch…her!" Artero shouted.
Soulseverance sighed.
"Oh, relax, pretty boy. I won't touch your 'girlfriend'." He air quoted. "I'm not a monster. I am just trying to help you along. But just know, the King of Terror, and I, will be watching."
He walked towards the gaping hole where the window once was, then turned his head to say one last thing.
"Oh, and by the way. When you wish to know more, you know where we'll be. I wouldn't keep my Master waiting."
He then leapt from the window, transforming into a death raven, disappearing into the night. After several moments, both of the royals fell to the floor.
"That bastard!" Elise shouted. "Why the fuck did he do that? Why did he tell us about wishes? What even are wishes?"
"I don't know," Artero said, looking disappointed with himself. "I'm sorry I wasn't powerful enough to stop him."
Elise gave him a forgiving glance.
"Neither was I. We're just lucky he didn't kill us where we stood. He could have murdered us all, and no one would've been the wiser." Elise then walked up to Gwyn, but Artero put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Why? We should—"
"Not right now, she needs her rest. If we tell her now or in the morning, nothing changes."
Elise didn't like the answer, but ultimately agreed.
"Thanks for coming over, if you weren't here."
She stared into his eyes.
Artero felt a rush of emotions that once consumed his every waking thought. He turned his head.
"You didn't need me," Artero said.
"That's not true," Elise argued. "But I have a feeling that this is part of some bigger plan of theirs, the King of Terror."
"I have the same fear."
"We will have to work together and…" She reached for his hand and gripped it tight. "Maybe forgive one another?"
They felt themselves staring deep into one another's eyes, the anticipation of a kiss now shared between the elves. But neither of them leapt, and the moment faded.
Artero turned his head and walked to the door.
"I'll see you in the morning."
Elise didn't try to stop him. The thought occurred to her that it may be the right thing. Yet, when the door shut behind him, all words were lost to her.
A cool breeze came through the hole where the window once was, causing a draft to travel up Elise's gown. She shivered and strode toward the missing window frame, grabbing her dagger and casting a spell.
"Window return to what you were,
what that was, I'm not really sure!"
Elise felt a rush of magic, but then it glowed at the tip of her dagger before fizzling, and nothing came of it.
"Worth a shot." She shrugged. "Never practiced architecture magic."
As she wiped her nose, she was struck with a realization: A missing window.
Had she found the culprit for Gwyn's attempted murder on her first day? But if that's the case, why try once and never again? Or has he? Elise swallowed her worry and turned to the Chosen One, who was now scrunched up in the cold breeze of the room. Elise adjusted the covers and put Gwyn underneath them. Elise then went under the covers as well, holding the Chosen One in her arms. Gwyn mumbled in her sleep and leaned into Elise's embrace, smiling.
"Goodnight, Gwynevere."
Elise stared at the gaping hole where the window used to be. The thought of him returning sent her into a fearful state, not only for her life but for Gwyn's as well. Sleep didn't come easily.
Elise feared that this wouldn't be their first and only encounter with this being, Whisperer Soulseverance.