Legon Ascension by Nicholas Taylor Page B

She made her way through the restaurant weaving in between tables with ease.  
    Both Elves found themselves having a bit of a hard time keeping up with her, which was saying something. Legon let go of Ise’s hand. They wound their way to the back corner and he noticed with some pleasure that this section of the restaurant was deserted.  
    “There you go dears, a nice quite spot for you. Now we serve food here that I doubt either of you will have had experience with, so if you would like I can order for you. Ankle told me a bit about what you like.”
    “That would be lovely, thank you,” Ise said. He could feel her amusement; she thought Marietta was cute. He never understood women’s use of the word ‘cute’ and even now, feeling Iselin’s emotions, he very much doubted he ever would.
    Up to this point neither had said much out aloud but that wasn’t to say that they weren’t learning volumes about each other.  
    Once Marietta had left, Legon asked, “So do you do this much? I mean, is it common for our people?”
    She considered this. “Well, the connection seems to be easy with you, but it depends on the person. Some try and connect with many people before they find someone, but others don’t. It just depends. As for my past, that’s none of your business.” She smiled at the last part, not upset with him, just enjoying making him squirm.  
    “Sorry, you’re right, that isn’t my business.”
    Marietta was making her way to them carrying a tray on her shoulder with steaming plates.
    “Ok dearies, here you go. I picked out different dishes so you can mix and match, if you will. I hope you like them.”
    First, she placed a dish in front of Ise. “There dear, this is pasta stuffed with cheese and sausage.” It smelled and looked terrific.
    “And for you, young master, here is pasta with a cream sauce with Shrimp. It’s one of my favorites. Now, is there anything else I can get you two?”
    They told her they were fine and that the meal looked wonderful.
    Legon watched as Iselin bowed her head, feeling her emotions as she prayed. He waited for her to finish. She looked up at him and smirked. “You are confused,” she said.
    “I just don’t understand, religion isn’t a big part of life in the Cona Empire. I know that our people have beliefs, but I don’t think I understand them,” he confessed, then added, “Sorry.”
    She chuckled. “Why are you sorry? Would you like me to tell you more?” she asked. Legon nodded his head. “Well, you have heard of the two great dragons, the white and the black, and that they used magic so strong that they split Elves into three races: Elves, Iumenta and humans.
    “Here is what we believe: we believe that the dragons were brothers, and that their father was a gold dragon that created this world. The brothers were to take care of it.” Legon said he understood and she went on. “The black dragon wanted to rule over us, but the white wanted us to have freedom to learn. The early Elves took sides as the disagreement between the brothers grew stronger. At one point the dragons fought using magic so strong it changed the land. There were three groups inside of Elvin society at the time, those that followed the black dragon, who turned into Iumenta, and those who followed the white. We became the Elves you see now. Lastly, those were undecided were humanity, and they did not change.”
    Legon was deep in thought but he was keeping up. “But why doesn’t anyone remember this then?”
    Iselin smiled. “We weren’t immortal at first. It took generations. We have some ancient texts that we read, and we have faith.”  
    “But the Iumenta don’t.”
    “That is correct. We do everything we do in the name of the white dragon. We try not to be overt about it, however, it will be something you will need to understand if you are to lead in our society.” She grinned. “Do you think I’m crazy now?”
    Legon took a few moments to answer. “I have more