Chapter 4: Tim Slokov II
’Fucking hell. This is not the fantasy story that I have been reading. Why am I a victim of such a thing.
But wait isn’t all transmigration associated with some sort of benefit? Heck I will figure that later.’ Tim thought.
"Please have mercy on me. I promise to awaken my magic soon. I am just a late bloomer that is all. Have I not been a good citizen of our elven kingdom? You can’t do this to me, you shouldn’t do this to me.
I am one to you. I am a true elf. How can you deny your own kind?" Tim said, hoping to get sympathy from them, but it instead backfired.
"Silence! * The elf that was passing Tim’s judgement yelled out. * don’t you have shame? You have been banished from our race, our kingdom.
How dare you know claim to be part of us. How dare you!." The man yelled as he turned his back on Tim and started to walk towards the elven army.
He turned back and made his last statement "You have our banishment mark, so If you are ever found within our elven territory no matter where. You would be executed immediately. Levavu." Immediately the elf uttered those last words, Tim felt a gentle yet aggressive wind slam into him, like he was hit by a wrecking ball.
Sending Tim off the cliff that he was on, sending him kilometers away from the cliff that he was on previously.
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