“That’s not how it happened,” said the man in white uniform, adjusting his monocle.
He looked with disdain at the black-skinned, white-haired elf in the chair.
“Well… I might have taken a shortcut or two, given that I joined them only later…” replied the elf.
“And I’m thinking about cutting you short, bard.”
“Please, Your Excellency, no need to get…”
Lightning crackled dangerously in the Prince’s hand and the elf gulped. Jaggar von Drachenfels, prince of the Glantrian House of Aalban was fair but not exactly known for his patience.
“I suggest you to be… prolix and not to omit any single detail. Otherwise, I may have to extract it directly from your brain.”
Kelryn’s mind wandered, remembering the day where a beautiful, green-haired girl entered his life. He hoped to live to see her again. He missed her.
“Well, the start was almost right…”
Author notes: I am posting this as the epilogue to this version of the story (some people can surely guess which computer game I’m playing these days from the tone of this little slip) Thanks to all the people who followed, reviewed and favorited this story The ‘true’ account (in other words the rewrite) of Buffy’s planar adventures has started here http://tthf.me/xlg9y