Suddenly, without any warning, Du Ze picked up Xiu. The black-haired youth jumped off the mechanical puppet with the gnome in his arms and ran to the small pool in the middle of the altar.
"Crash-"
The golden liquid fountained up then fell back down, like someone throwing water to put out a fire.3
Meanwhile, a mechanical puppet, with a wave of his hand, threw Simon to the wall. The mechanical puppet looked at the elf queen who sat on the ground and raised his fist. A slender figure rushed forward to stand in front the queen. It was Ariel. The mechanical puppet did not hesitate and smashed his fist down.
Ariel closed her eyes. The wind caused by the movement of the fist blew across her forehead, but nothing else happened. Ariel opened her eyes cautiously and saw the that giant fist was near her, but the mechanical puppet had stopped its actions and was instead looking at something. In fact, all of the mechanical puppets had stopped what they were doing, as though someone has pressed their pause buttons. They were all looking at the center of the altar.
Ariel covered her mouth with her hands in amazement. The Tree of Life's sap had vanished, and sitting in the middle of the empty pool was Du Ze and a strange elf. The elf's long silver hair was draped behind him and his green eyes were like the fresh, new budding leaves of spring time. His exquisite face was overwhelmingly, stunningly beautiful. Although the elves have always been known as a race of beautiful people, this particular elf's beauty was simply beyond compare.
The silver-haired elf propped himself up on one elbow and quietly looked up at the black-haired youth.
Du Ze was sitting on top of Xiu's body. He loosened his grip on Xiu's torn collar and gently asked: "Have you calmed down?"
Xiu stretched out his right hand and the cloth slid down his arm, revealing white skin. He took Du Ze into his arms and his long eyelashes veiled his eyes.
"Ah."
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I will give you the sun and weave it into your hair.
I will give you the moonlight and cover your skin with it.
I will give you the flowers and paint your beauty with it.
I will give you the trees and make them into your house.
I will give you the harp and make it accompany your singing.
I will give you the bows and arrows and make it your strength.
I will give you the elf and make it your name.
– "Mixed Blood": an excerpt from the Elves'' song