"Nevermind... You are the same after all." Benjamin mumbled under his breath, his shoulders slumping as the last bit of hope drained from his face.
He disappeared without waiting for her reply.
Every place he went to, every kingdom and continent he teleported to, regarded him as if he was beneath notice and completely unimportant.
In Steelwood, the dwarves barely spared him a glance as they hurried past with armfuls of metals and tools.
In the Elven Empire, the empress waved him off with polite but distant excuses about urgent council meetings.
In the Orc's forest, the burly warriors grunted short responses and turned back to their training without inviting him to join.
Even back in Fairylynch, Titania and every fairy there suddenly had something really important to do — fluttering away with hurried apologies about festival preparations or urgent repairs to things like the portal flower.
And for some reason, only Benjamin seems to feel he was being ignored.
