The Tall People

Off course to say such a thing or even see one is asking for trouble because as soon as you mention it people will look at you like your insane. Okay, forget about that people will down right tell you that you are insane.

“Your insane.”

See his point was proven.

“I saw it. I swear.”

“I think you need rest.”

“I don’t need rest. Stop downsizing my emotions I saw it with my own eyes.”

“You saw a person."

“I saw people taller then an apple tree with pointed ears."

His sister didn’t answer right away her mind turning as it thought up of an answer. She was too slow and because of this he was able to cut her off.

“Even you know it has to be something. It’s not just a person.”

“My brother is going insane that is what I know. Mum, Joe going mad.” His own sister told on him. Will that, was expected, but two could play at that game.

“Mum. Jill picking on me. She’s calling me names.”

“Jill don’t call your brother names,” mum said from the other room. “Joe don’t go insane.”

Folding his arms and wrinkling his face in disgust. The person who could help him win this wasn’t even listening to him. Sis poked out her tongue thinking she had won, Joe had one more card to play and he was going to use it.

“Come on then. If you don’t believe me then you wouldn’t mind following me, would you?”

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

With a spring in his step. Joe ran out of the house with his sister following right behind him. Given his mother a quick yell on where they we’re going before heading into the apple farm behind them. It was a farm full of apple trees, picked when ready and shipped off to shops.

The apple farm behind them was not Joe or Jill fascinated, no it was something else. Brother and sister ran through the farm. Passed all the apple trees before stopping.

“This way,” Joe said gesturing towards his sister.

“I still think your insane.”

“Jill.”

“Fine.” Jill huffed and strolled after her brother.

“There gone,” Joe said in shock.

“Off course there gone,” Jill rolled her eyes.

Joe found himself staring at an apple tree, but he could had sworn they we're there.

“I’m telling you it was.”

“Whatever Joe.”

His sister wasn’t hearing it. Off she went back home leaving her brother alone in the apple farm.

Later on, that night Joe didn’t sleep he looked at the full moon in the sky and when the house was still and everyone was sound asleep. He went down the hall leaving everybody behind without so much of a note, thinking he’d be back by sunrise.

Heading to the apple farm he smiled at himself hearing the sound of music in the distance. Knowing it was them he rushed to the farm and was greeted with friendly faces. They placed a crown made of roses over his head and welcomed him back. A table full of the best food money could buy stood nearby. Music was heard, followed by laughter and chatting as people danced.

These we’re not people though far from it.

“You weren’t here when I came with sis today,” Joe said with a frown.

“Sorry, about that Joe. We’d had things to do,” the elf said.

“Battling with trolls?”

The elf nodded. He was taller than any human Joe knew with pointed ears wearing orange robes and long flowing brown hair.

“Yes, some trolls nearby. Nasty things those ones are. They mean well sometimes, but their actions tend to destroy more then help. Their a bit stubborn to.”

“And, smell something bad,” one elf behind him said.

He listened to their stories of battling trolls. He listened to their stories about the dragon guards and he stood there not at all bothered by the cold weather or lack of chairs. Just happily hanging onto each word.

Then the sun started to rise up the music was slowly stopping the food was going away with a wave of their hand.

“Best to get going.”

“No, don’t you can stay and meet my family.”

“Sorry, Joe,” the elf said.

“Can I come with you?”

The group of elves exchanged looks before shaking their heads.

“No, Joey it’s not like your human world it can be tough.”

“But I don’t like my world. I get picked on at school. Dad never home. Mum never notices and sis is awfully mean to me all the time. I like hearing your stories and I can help. I’m good at stuff to, not the battle stuff, but other things. Like I can keep my room clean and do my homework.”

“Joey,” he was cut off.

He was ready to cry because he didn’t want to go back it wasn’t like anyone would miss him. Mum was always busy dad was never home. Sis spent her time with all those mean girls at school not to noticed him.

“By the end of the week. We come and pick you up in this spot. Only pack what you can carry.”

“Really?”

“Really. Joe, make sure this is something you want to do. If you come back here things would be very different.”

“It is.”

“Alright then. End of the week remember that.”

Nodding his head, he ran back home before his family woke up. Sis didn’t bring it up again too busy whining about how unfair school is and asking mum to buy her long earrings. Joe packed his bag and waited.

Ture to their words the elves we’re there to pick him up and off he went with the tall people with pointed ears leaving home behind him.

It would take him fifty-years for him to come back home only to notice that the house belongs to someone else. His mother was long since dad his father gone and his sister an old lady with kids of her own. The elves had told him time worked differently between realms which is why he wasn’t too shock to find things has changed.

He was shock to find an old missing poster of himself. It was old, yellow the elements had clearly gotten to it, but he could still see his face with a number below and the words. Missing child in bold red followed by, please bring him home.