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I was walking down the street, looking for something that seemed interesting, when I came upon some black item. I went to pick it up when out of nowhere, I began to fly. 'Is this a dream come true?' I asked myself. I tried to fly forward, but I would not move. I was only going up. I began to panic and did not think of screaming until it was too late. It was then I discovered my secret. I was a dark elf from Pluto.

I heard one of the aliens speaking in a language I was not able to comprehend at the time, and I became nervous at the thought that they could be planning to eat me for lunch. It was rather interesting when one of them, a cute looking guy, told me that we were a race of dark elves from Pluto, and that I was their leader. I didn't believe them at first since I looked nothing like them at all, and that I had no idea what any of their native tongue meant. He told me that I had come to conquer Earth and that when my cat died, I sacrificed my magic to save her and lost my memories of my past life. He even pulled off my skin. I was amazed that he was right, but I did wonder how my ears would fit in with human ears. He told my that the bumps behind my head were my ears and pulled the fake skin. I was happy that I was a leader. We soon went into hyper-speed.

I was not used to hyper-speed since it was years since I last traveled at that speed and became as flat as a pancake and yet, I managed to survive being flat. It is still a mystery how I survived being flat, so don't ask. Anyways, after we stopped, I peeled off the wall and landed on the floor before I turned back into my original dimension. I think it took about a second to get from here to Pluto.

I was informed that Pluto was at war with itself and that I was needed to help stop it. "Sir, ever since you surrendered your magic for your cat, a lot of your followers split from you and decided that you were weak for doing such a thing," one of my loyal followers reported to me. I was taken aback when I heard the horrible news. "They have decided that a new leader be appointed and captured anyone who continued to serve you. They are slaves and killed at will," another told me. I was now angry at what I had caused, but I loved my cat as well. I had to choose between saving my people or come back to Earth and forget about them, a very important decision that would alter my life forever.

I stood my ground and looked at my few followers on the ship we were on. I was a bit discouraged with what few I had to work with, but I did not care. "Let's go fight this war," I said firmly. We marched off to our secret headquarters of our war torn planet.

It was there I discovered that I had counted all my eggs before they hatched and was relieved to find that I had even more followers. They had my equipment there that I used to track down whomever I wanted. They even had my old throne. It was neat and well-dusted and I sat in it. "Brief me on what has happened so far," I ordered my soldiers. One shy one came to me and mumbled something. "Please speak louder," I said. He looked at his feet and repeated what he said earlier, only softer and more quieter. "Speak up, now," I said, trying to not show that I was getting annoyed. "Sir, your next in command traded himself to save some of our men," he said, sounding scared. He had a right to be. I was even more angry. I did know of a way to gain back my magic powers, but I was afraid to do it. It could ultimately kill me if I tried to perform this act. "It seems to me that our opponents want to be punished severely," I said angrily as I stood up. I walked over to the shy elf and pat his shoulder, letting him know I was not mad at him.