Your Eldar and You

Comic con, one of the best gatherings for people who like video games, movies, pop culture and of course comic books. It's also a chance for people to cos play, there're people who are wearing star trek costumes, people who're wearing star wars costumes, anime fans dressed as their favourite anime characters and oddly enough there's also a man in Dalek shell. It looks really good as well, I know there's more cosplays but I'm naming a few examples.

Meet Hazel Jones, she is a twenty two year old girl with brown hair in a style of a pony tail, green eyes and she's pretty much your average nerd. This is Hazel's fourth time at comic con and each time she went the better it became, this is also the third time she's dressed up in cosplay. This year Hazel is cosplaying as a Eldar Farseer from Warhammer forty thousand.

Her costume has a large red cloak that covers most of her body, the cloak has small shoulder guards, a rune on the chest area of the cloak and it also has pouches around the waist of the cloak. Hazel is wearing black boots and red gloves that are made to look like she has armour underneath her cloak. And finally Hazel has a 3D printed ghosthelm that she painted mostly white, but it has black glass so she can see through it, triangluar eyes on the glass and a rune with a plastic gem in it on the top of the head.

Hazel's costume is almost perfect, only four things are wrong with her costume. Reason number one is that the ghosthelm has no fin on the back of it, most Farseers have at least one fin on the back of their helmets. The second reason is that the black glass on the helmet is really hard to see through and so Hazel has to carry it around most of the time, it's a good thing she's wearing elf ears. And lastly she hasn't got a singing spear on her.

A singing spear is one of the primary weapons for a Farseer how could she not have it, you may ask. You know when you're in a rush to get to the airport and you make sure you have everything with you even the important stuff, but when you get on the plane you realise that you've forgotten something but it's too late to get it back. Yeah it was one of those moments and Hazel was really upset when she forgotten about it.

"Hey Hazel, great costume." said Tom, Tom is Hazels childhood friend. He's not in cosplay, instead he's just wearing a Superman T-shirt and regular jeans but he's also wearing addidas shoes. His hair is blonde and has blue eyes. "What are you supposed to be anyway?" He asked. Yeah Tom doesn't know much about Warhammer, he knows the basic concept he just doesn't know evevery species like Tau or Eldar, all he knows is that chaos, humanity and Orks are fighting each other in the universe. And that's all he knows.

"Well to put it simply, I'm supposed to be a space elf." Hazel explained as simply as possible.

"Let me guess, a species in Warhammer I don't know about?" He questions

"Lucky guess."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Well I'm going to look around and browse at the stall."

"Alright, I'm going to get an autograph from Tom Holland."

"See you within an hour." The two friends split up to do their own seperate things. Hazel wanted to mainly look at the stalls with the weapons, she didn't care wether the weapons were fake or not she just wanted to check if there was an Eldar weapon like a Witchspear or any blade for that matter.

After around twenty minutes of walking up and down the isles Hazel was starting to give up, all well she could always buy some merch like pop vinyl's. Soon after looking down the isle one last time Hazel found a stall selling very realistic merch, the person who's incharge of the stall looks like the merchant from resident evil four, complete with oversized black cloak, backpack and biker mask.

The things he has on his stall was an infinity gauntlet, the one ring to rule them all, professor chaos costume from South Park and much more. But the thing that caught Hazels eye was the the singing spear that's on a rack along with the other weapons. The spear was slightly different from Hazels version, it's alot bigger than her and was made from a different material. Infact it looks so much better than the one she made. Hazel walked up to the desk and asked the merchant "How much for the singing spear?"

"Ten dollars." The merchant answered. Hazel was suprised by how cheap the weapon is, normally the price would be around a hundred quid in all the other stalls, this day might get better for Hazel.

"Alright here's your ten dollars." Hazel said as she gave the merchant the money with a happy smile on her face.

"Hehehe, thank you." The merchant chuckled as he gave Hazel the spear. When Hazel took the spear she wasn't expecting it to be heavy, it's not rediculousy heavy but it's going to be a pain to carry it around the convention. "Now forgive me for what I'm about to do."

"Wait what?"

Suddenly Hazel felt something sharp pierce her chest. She got stabbed by a replica of the blade of woe, the dagger went straight into her heart and every beat from her heart hurts like hell. It was getting harder for Hazel to breath and her body is starting to feel numb. The merchant pulls the blade out of her aching chest and Hazel dropped onto the ground.

The people noticed what has happened and ran out of the building screaming because they conclude that if the mechant has a knife, he a gun but heavens know how he got that in there, he might not have existed in the first place. The merchant went down on one knee to talk to Hazel. Hazel couldn't hear what he was saying due to the loss of blood and because she's scared.

Hazel started to feel cold and tired from all the blood pouring out of her chest and all over her costume. She was feeling really upset, she had a good life, friends, a family that loves her and a job at Starbucks which she won't miss at all. The merchant disappeared into thin air and Hazel felt really tired, she thought if she closed her eyes the nightmare will be over, she closed her eyes.

Scorching heat was the first thing Hazel felt, first she thought she was in hell but instead she found herself in a desert. *Okay, now I'm confused.* Hazel thought. *Wait why the fuck are my thoughts so loud?* Her thoughts are now just as loud as her regular voice, adding more confusion Hazel tried to speak but no matter how much shouted or screamed nothing seemed to come out except her breaths.

She then stood up to see the rest of the environment that surrounded her but it was nothing but hills of sand. Hazel then noticed that she is taller than before, she is now exactly six feet and six inches tall. *Whoa what the fuck?* Hazel is suprised of how tall she's gotten. Hazel then noticed that her cosplay is more realistic than before., the cloak feels different and inside the cloak Hazel is wearing red armour that she hasn't worn at all during comic con and it's made out a different matterial that almost feels like plastic but stronger. And it looks like real Eldar armour.

Her apperance has changed slightly as well, Hazels eyes are now in the shape of almonds and but her iris colour is in a brighter shade of green, her ears are very pointy, her skin has turned pale and finally her hair is in a lighter shade of brown than before.

Hazel noticed this when she felt her face being different. She came to several conclusions, first conclusion she's in a dream or coma, second she's in a isikai, third she's actually in hell just different, fith she's in a weird version of heaven, and lastly she's been ressurected as her cosplay. With the last one being the more likely theory Hazel mentally screams *AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!* Oh yeah I forgot you can hear her thoughts, maybe I should let you hear only the important thoughts and I'm sorry for the ear rape

*This is terrible! All I wanted to do was go to comic con for the weekend and go on a road trip afterwards! I did not want to die and ressurect as one of the biggest douchbag in the galaxy!* Hazel says to herself. Even though she liked the Eldar, but even she has to admit that they're assholes who invented the worst chaos god ever. The universe would be a better place without Slaanesh.

Never the less she's stuck in this body and will probably never go back to her original body because you know, she's dead and will probably never come back to life. But that doesn't matter right now, what does matter is that she's stuck in the middle of the dessert and has to get out of it. *Wait, what's that on the ground?* Hazel asked herself as she picked the two items out of the sand.

The first item she picked up was the singing spear, and it looks exactly the same as the one she bought from the psychopathic merchant. The second item however is her ghosthelm, but this isn't like the helmet that she made from the 3D printer. The back of it had a fin just like the miniature model, the gem on the forehead looks real and it's made from a different material, so since this is real and not a dream it would be made from wraithbone. A psyco-plastic substance that is used for different tasks such as construction of buildings, space ships and weapons. It's basically solidified warp energy, for those who don't know.

Upon inspecting the ghosthelm Hazel decided not to wear it because she's in a desert. And if she wore the ghosthelm in the desert she may have a heat stroke because all the hot air will be stuck inside it. And so she took her things, and started to go look for the nearest civilisation. One problem, Hazel doesn't know where to go.

Hazel looked around her surroundings, but her surroundings only remind her that she's completely lost. So she just picked a random direction and stuck to it. But as she began to walk it was hard for her to keep herself balanced due to her new height, she kept falling and tripping on her own feet. *How the hell do tall people walk, it's so disorienting.* Hazel said to herself as she tripped for the forth time today.

1 hour and 30 minutes later.

It took the half hour for Hazel to stop falling constantly, the second half hour she started seeing hallucinations like water and trees in the middle of the desert and the last half hour. So far nothing happened in the last half hour, she's still walking in a seemingly endless desert. But eveything has an end including this desert.

Hazel has now started to get dizzy due to lack of water, she's also getting really tired from all the walking and started tripping on her own feet again. All she wants now is water, ice cold water. The worst part is that Hazel hallucinations started to get worse, she has spotted a train. It is the oldest looking train Hazel has ever seen, most of the metal on it is either covered in sand or rust. The back of the train seems to be five containers that are made of wood but only two of them are made of metal, so seven containers in total.

The seven creatures outside the train are not human, instead they're small horses called ponies with different colour coats. Three of them are unicorns, two of them are pegasi and the last two are earth ponies and there's no human in sight. Believing that it's another weird hallucination Hazel just walked straight towards it. It was one of the biggest mistakes of her life.

As she got closer to the train it's becoming more and more obvious that it's real. A female pegasus in the group who has a light brown coloured coat and black hair, noticed the tired and thirsty eldar. "There's a human!" The pegaus pointed out, mistaking Hazel for a really tall human. But before Hazel could react the three unicorns trapped her in a magical bubble.

Being trapped by ponies may or may not have confirmed that to Hazel, she's in a stupidly confusing joke of a nightmare. "This human is different." The male unicorn with white fur and hair said.

"Yeah you're right, it's taller than most and it's wearing wargear. Do you think it's one of the human soldiers from the griffin empire?" The second unicorn male with dark blue fur and purple mane guessed.

"Don't be ridiculous, that's just a rumour spread around by the griffins." The first unicorn responded. Even though this is a rumour you have to remember that griffins are a mischievous species, so they could be telling the truth or they might be lying.

"I don't care where it came from, as long as this human is in good condition we'll get paid." A female earth pony that's grey and middle aged tells the unicorns. "And with a human that's wearing a fashionable outfit and unique gear, we might get rich." And without question, the three unicorns and the rest of the hunting party followed their grey leader back into the train.

*No no no, please let me out i'm friendly.* as Hazel begs she bangs with her fists inside the bubble she's trapped in, but they didn't hear anything she said. Even if they can, they wouldn't care. As as the group got inside, Hazel noticed that the train is even worse than the outside. Everything is a mess this includes the beds, the table, the cage and everything in the train is in really terrible condition It also smells like shit. I'm not exaggerating, it actually smells like shit.

The unicorns let Hazel out of the bubble, only to shove her in a small cage filled with seven naked humans that are male and female. The humans are short compared to Hazel, there hairs are very long but they reach down to thier shoulders and they look very aggressive towards her. Hazel greets the humans by waving her hand but they just went up to her and sniffed her hand.

*Weird.* Was all Hazel could say before realising that they're cavemen. She only compares them to cave men because of there body structure, long messy hair and their intelligence. Infact these humans might be even dumber than cavemen because at least cavemen wore something to cover thier bodies.

Hazel breaths through her nose and out through her mouth so she can comprehend what the fuck happened to her within today. *At least I know where the smell's coming from.* She joked, but she the felt a tear roll down her face. Hazel tries to resist her over emotional state, she succeeds but she's crying in silent, trying desperately to control her flow of tears. *I-I didn't ask f-for this, I j-just want to go home.*

Three hours later

Hazel has just finished crying and is now sitting down at the corner of the cage. During her hours grief the ponies found it suspicious that a human curled up into a ball in the left corner of the cage, and avoided any and all eye contact. They tried giving Hazel mouldy bread for her to eat, but not even food would get her out of the mood, no matter how good it was or how bad it was. Personally the ponies wanted the Hazel to live because she's more valuable than the other humans, for all they care every human other than Hazel can starve to death. But then again the ponies can get more money by keeping the strong ones alive.

"So boss, how much are those humans worth?" Asked the pink female pegasus with purple eyes.

"I'm calculating the numbers right now, so be quiet or I you'll make me loose my count." Said the leader as she writes on a piece of paper and calculates everything in her head. "Hmm, the really tall one with clothing is estimated to be around... Eight thousand bits alone. And the rest would be around... Fifty bits each, so that would be eight thousand seven hundred and fifty bits all together."

"Wow boss you're really good at maths, but why is the tall human more expensive?" The pink pegasus asks as she points at the Eldar.

"Don't you see that I made her expensive on purpose. Since this human is really tall and is wearing items of clothing that you don't normally see, this human would actually be worth eighty bits. So I times that by a hundred. The reason why I did that is because those stuck up sods at Canterlot, would pay all thier money on a human that's so unique."

"Very smart boss, we'll be rich in no time."

"Yes, we will. Also you're watching the humans tonight."

"Why me?"

"Because I said so. Now do as I say!"

"Y-Yes ma'am." The leader then left the carriage and went into another to rest. However the pegasus stood right next to the cage and straight away fell asleep from boredom, just like the royal guard huh?

If any other Eldar was in this situation they would be out of there within five minutes or less. But Hazel, she doesn't even know if she has the same powers as an Eldar, she doesn't even know her own strength in this body. All she does know is that she's over emotional and lost in a world that seems to be full of hate and greed.

Hazel blinks her eyes a few times and suddenly she's in a black empty void with tiny flickering lights all around. "What the fu- I can talk? I can talk!" Hazel exclaims as she thrusts both of her arms in the air for celebration. Only two good things came out of today, one the first part of comic con and two this empty void of miracles.

"Hello Farseer." Greets a mysterious voice. Hazel turns around and sees a tall figure wearing black robes, the figure is male, he has a staff with a triangle on top which has a face on it that's coloured blue, his face is covered with a black ghosthelm with glowing blue eyes and a massive fin on the back of it.

"Who are you?" Hazel questioned

"I am Eldrad Ulthran, Farseer of the Ulthwé Craftworld. Who are you? And why is Cegorach interested in you?"