EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

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Quaraun cried out, partly with fear and partly from pain, as the two big Wild Elves slammed him face first to the ground, then dragged him by his ankles to the center of the room. The Wild Elves were strong and burly and showing off to the several females in the cell with them. Quaraun was the smallest of the Elves, smaller even then any of the females. He was also old and frail and weak. Much older then any of the Elves he was trapped with, aged beyond the natural years of an Elf, Quaraun lacked even what little strength he had once had in his youth. He could no longer see well, nor hear well, and his muscles were worn thin with age. The elderly Moon Elf was thin and weak and not putting up much of a fight as his tormentors attacked him, bullying him, poking and prodding at him, then stripping him naked while holding his face to the floor.

The poor ancient Elf flailed against his attackers, but they laughed at his weak attempts to fight back. After a few moments of dragging him around, scraping him up on the floor, they toss Quaraun over a table.

The poor frightened Elf squealed and kicked, trying to get away. The females snickered, knowing what was about to happen to the old albino.

Rough fingers clamped onto his butt cheeks pulling them apart. At the same time another Elf's fingers pushed their way up into his anus. Quaraun tried to kick his asulters, but someone grabbed his legs and held them down.

He could feel something being forced inside of him, but he couldn't tell what it was. It was too hard to be a dick. Too hard, too cold, too smooth. It felt like metal of glass. A bottle? Or perhaps a pipe? He couldn't tell. He felt the unidentified object go deeper and deeper, sliding back out, before be thrust back in once again. Quaraun howled in pain as the hard object was thrust against his pelvic bone. 

Quaraun yelped each time the Wild Elf's hard cock slammed against his sensitive prostrate.

He could feel the hot semen spraying in spurting jets inside of him. His attacker pulled out, allowing the sticky cum to ooze back out of his ass. Hoping the rape was over, Quaraun tried to relax, but immediately he felt another of the Wild Elves position himself behind him.

The Humans arrived and broke up the gang rape. While the zookeepers tased the attacking Wild Elves, Quaraun hurriedly dressed then dragged himself into the corner farthest away from the others. He was too dizzy to stand and too sore to do anything else. The old wizard collapsed gasping and panting for breath.

When Quaraun woke up again, he found himself alone, in a bed, in small room, in the house, not the barn, not much different from the one he had been in previously, just a lot smaller. The room was a dull unpainted white base coat, with a few random bits of furniture. The bed was a fold up cot, rather then an actual bed. Quaraun's injuries had been bandaged, but he was hurting too much to try to move, so closed his eyes and tried to sleep. When he woke again, there were several Humans in the room, looking down at him and speaking to each other in a language he didn't know. Confused and scared, Quaraun wanted to run away, but there was no place to go. The room had no windows and the only door was closed and blocked by the Humans. He perked his long ears trying to listen to their conversation, hoping he could make out some thing of their language, but it was useless. Their language was too unlike any language he had ever heard before.


Zebulon was there talking with the men who had rescued Quaraun from the Wild Elves. 

"Why do they keep attacking him?" Zebulon roared angrily. "I've never had this problem before. I've been breeding Elves for decades. I've never seen anything thing like this."

"He appears, to not have the Hive Mind, sir," one of the men answered.

"What do you mean he doesn't have the Hive Mind. All Elves have it."

"I don't think this one does. I think that's why they attack him. I think he might be outcast."

"Out cast? Are you telling me I have an out cast Elf in my stock?"

"It looks that way."

"Why wasn't that in his paperwork? It decreases his value. Increases the amount of care. He has to be separated. Put in his own pen. I avoid out cast Elves for this reason."

A doctor, a veterinarian for Elves, was there as well.

"Most outcast Elves," the vet said. "Are outcast for a reason. They're usually murderers."

"The other Elves raped him," one of the men said. "But it wasn't like they were doing it for pleasure... I don't know how to describe it. It was almost like some form of punishment. It ritualistic, what they were doing to him."

"You know, he could be homosexual," the vet said. "I've heard of Elves been cut out if the Hive Mind for that. That would certainly explain rape as a form of punishment."

"The males would rape him for being gay?"

"Oh yeah."

"Would that not make them gay?"

"They don't see it that way. Males fucking other males, they don't seem to have a problem with that. It's a male that won't fuck another male.. the bottom... he's the one they got issues with. And if they had no trouble getting him to submit to them, then you're probably dealing with an Elf that's used to being abused and just backs down to anyone."

"So they rape him, because others did?"

"Yeah. I've seen it happen before. You get an Elf that's scared, timid, or in any way submissive, the other males will just gang up on him and brutalize him. Kind of a hazing ritual. They do it in public in front of the whole community. It's a way to to shame them, publicly humiliate them. It's possible, because he's knew to this community of Elves, they are hazing him, to let the others know to stay away from him."

"But why did they attack him?" Zebulon asked the vet. "It makes no sense."

"Male superiority," one man explained. "Elves are brutally viscous towards each other. Any male gets out of line they'll bully him until he gets in line or until they kill him. Whichever comes first. Elves have a pecking order. The strongest will target the weakest, claim dominance over them. I've seen it happen before. He's small and old. Judging from his clothes he's also an aristocrat."

"I thought the High Elves lorded over the others?" Zebulon asked. He was puzzled by this whole situation.

The other men laughed.

"You've never tried breeding aristocrats before have you?"


"Do you even know why they are nearly extinct?"

"Never looked into it."

"They rarely breed even on their own. They fought each other into extinction. Each male thinking they were better then all the rest. Killed each other off. Then when the Wild Elves started hunting them down, there weren't enough of them left to fight back. It's a wonder any High Elves exist at all these days."

"I thought the High Elves were peaceful?"

"Have you ever even owned a High Elf before?"

"No. He's the first I've had. Common Elves are easier to come by. Blood Elves are a dime a dozen. No one wants to deal with adult Blood Elves brought in from the wild. Babies they can tame, sure. And I've always heard night mare stories of the fights that break out between High Elves and Common Elves, but I thought it was just stories." 

"Was it Common Elves that attacked him?"

"Blood Elves."

"Blood Elves! You have Blood Elves? They're dangerous."

"Yes, but I've never had this problem with them before."

"The aristocrats separate themselves from the others. They live in houses, like we do. They don't live like savages the way the Blood Elves do. They are almost a different species, they act so different from one another. The Common Elves have a tendency to bully the aristocrats. But Blood Elves... you're lucky they didn't tear him apart and eat him. You likely won't be able to breed him to any of the females who saw it happen, either."

"Why not?"

"Females go after the strongest males. From what you said, they took him down so fast, and he wasn't strong enough to fight back. Any female who saw that happen is going to refuse to breed with him. It's the way Elves are. I've seen it before. Of course there's the other problem."

"Which is?"

"Well, if he is an aristocrat,"the vet went on. "And I'm pretty sure he is, he'll likely refuse to breed with any race other then his own. They are stubborn that way. Inbreeding is very common among the pale Northern Elves. He'll likely have to be forced to breed."

"I paid good money for this one. Paid more for him alone then I did for all the rest combined. And now you're telling me we can't breed him?"

"No. Just that it's going to be difficult. It's rare for these Northern Elves to breed in captivity and even left to their own defenses they rarely breed. It's why they are so rare. I'm not saying we can't use him as a breeder, just that you won't be able to just toss him in with a pack of females and expect him to hump them all of his own free will, like a Wild Elf would do. And the other thing is..."

"There's more?"

"Yeah. This one is really old."

"A lot of Elves are old. Hard to find young ones these days."

"No. I mean he's REALLY old. He looks old. Elves don't age. Even old Elves look young. He looks very old, which means he's ancient."


"He's also injured."

"Which is why you are here."

"No. I'm not talking about what the others just did to him. Look."

The vet held up a stack of x-rays.

"He has a lame leg, doesn't he?"

"He walks with a limp, yes."

"He's got weak joints, poor muscles, a bad hip, a lame leg, and looks like he's got some long term spine damage. The x-rays I took of him...his leg is not good. And he's been walking on it like that a while, probably a few decades, for the bone to be worn down like this. He had a broken hip at some point and it never healed."

"Yes. I knew he had a bad leg when I bought him. He can't walk good on his own. He leans on things, holds on to walls."

"He probably needs a cane."

"He had one. The other Elves took it from him and broke it."

"Look at this. The way his hip and pelvis bones are worn down. That's really gonna limit his ability to breed."


"The way those bones are rubbing together, it's a wonder he can even walk at all. It's gonna make breeding painful for him. And it's not just his leg. His spine is damaged. Vertebrae are worn down. Disks are ruptures. His back and hip gotta be hurting pretty bad."

"He didn't act like he was in pain."

"Most Elves won't. They just grit their teeth and keep on going. Ignore the pain. If he were a family pet, I'd be prescribing a lot of pain killers right now."

"So what do I do with him?"

"If it were me, I'd recommend moving him into the house. Give him to your wife for a pet. He'll be happier away from the other Elves, and it'll be easier to monitor his health, get him medicated. Possibly physical therapy to maybe revers the damage to his  joints." 

"I bought him as a breeder, not a house pet."

"I really don't think he's breeder material."

"Do you have any idea how rare a White Elf is?"

"Yes. I do. But an Elf this old, probably doesn't have that much of a sex drive, if he's even still fertile at this age at all."

"So you are saying I can't breed him?"

"No. Just telling you he's gonna be a challenge to breed. And near as I can tell, he's a race that was supposed to have gone extinct some 700 years ago. There were rumors that one male survived and went off into the mountains, became a hermit. I mean, if this is him... he's gotta be close to a thousand years old."

"Is that possible?"

"It's not unheard of, but it's rare that an Elf lives more then 500 years. I mean, I know what they said in his papers, but, sellers are known to lie about a breeder to get the bid higher. You got to wonder how successful he could be as a breeder at that age."

"They assured me that he was tested and had already successfully impregnated 14 females while they had him."

"Well, dealers have been known to lie..."

"I was there," a third man spoke up. "When you bought this one. I remember them saying they had a hard time with him. Said it was why they were selling him. They said his didn't get along with the other Elves. Said they had hard time breeding him. They warned us about that. They said he was fertile but stubborn, that's how he was described in the ad too. "old male Snow Elf: fertile but stubborn."

"No," the first man said. "This is not a Snow Elf. I've seen a few before. This is most diffidently not a Snow Elf."

"You saying I got cheated?" Zebulon boomed angrily.

"No. You probably got a bargain all things considering. How much did you pay for him?"

"I paid for male Snow Elf. Do you know how much they go for these days?"

"How much did you pay for this one?"

"Two million."

"Two million?" A few of the other men stammered and sputtered. "I was thinking like a few thousand. You paid two million dollars for this one? Why?"

"Do you know how rare a Snow Elf is?"

"But this," the vet continued. "This is not a Snow Elf."

"Then what the hell did I buy?"

"You got a black light?"

"Of course we do."

"Bring it in here, If this is what I think he is, you're gonna love this."

A man left and returned with the light. The vet turned the lights of the room off then shined the black light over Quaraun. The Elf shivered in fear, not knowing what was happening.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," the vet said.

Quaraun's snow white albino skin, was glowing a brighialt white.

"See?" The vet said. "He glows in the dark. That's not a Snow Elf."

"What the hell is he?" Zebulon asked.

The vet turned the lights back on.

"You got a copy of the History of the Northern Elves?"

"Of course I do."

"Want to bring it here."

The book was brought in moments later. The vet flipped through the book to the section titled: EXTINCT RACES. Then flipped through until he found the page titled: MOON ELVES.

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"Here," he handed the book to Zebulon.

The Humans fell silent for a few moments while Zebulon read the introduction to the passage.

"It says Moon Elves are extinct," Zebulon said.

"It says, they are the whitest of the albino races. That their skin glowed in the dark under the light of a full moon, due to their being semi aquatic and having phosphorus in there skin. And it says, that one survived. If you keep reading, it gives a description of him, states he was a priest of a now defunct religion, and wore very distinctive pink robes covered in heavy embroidery. It goes on to say that there were hundreds of sightings of him through Maritime Canada, and Northern New England, over the next few hundred years. He was supposed to be some sort of wizard or something."


"Well, you know what medieval folks were like. Our scientists would be seen as wizards. The point is, he was known as The Pink Necromancer. And there were hundreds of sightings of him. It's been confirmed by several sources that one Moon Elf did survive, and without his people, he became a wandering hermit. I believe this is that same Elf. He's certainly the right age... and... look at his cloths. They're identical to what is described in the book. We'd have to run more tests, test his DNA against the database..."

"Do you have Moon Elf DNA to compare his with?"

"Oh, yes. Archaeologists found the ruins of the Moon Elf city up in Quebec. Whatever killed them, hit 'em fast. Like Pompeii. Most of the bodies are still intact. Flash frozen, fossilized in ice. Perfectly preserved. I think we should have him tested."

"And what if this is a Moon Elf? What then?"

"Zebulon, do you have any idea how much people would pay for a Moon Elf? Even one that was only half Moon Elf? If you could get him to produce just one baby a year... just'll double you're investment. And if we could find another Northern Elf. A female. A white female like him, to cross breed him with... not only would people pay good money for those babies... but we could interbreed them. Keep the females. Sell the males. Just keep him. Breed him back to the females he produces. Do that three generations deep... you'll have pure blooded Moon Elves again. Or nearly so. Moon Elves are considered to be the oldest race. The purest race. The original Elves. The first Elves that all other Elves came from. And you have one here... alive. This will change history. We can bring a lost race of Elves, back into existence."


Quaraun continued listening to the men as they talked, but he understood nothing they said. He knew they were talking about him. They frightened him, but he didn't know why. They were pointing at books, then pointing at him, and shining strange lights in his face. The one he'd never seen before, was talking very fast and very excitedly. Like a child whom had just found a beloved toy, previously thought to be gone for good. Quaraun did not like how excited and happy this Human had become. It scared him. Humans could not be trusted, and it seemed that the Humans in this dimension were even less trust worthy then the ones back in his own world.

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