FIRST STEP TOWARDS THE ELF

AT THE residence specially dedicated for the visiting Archbishop, Marcus Stillwell was walking back and forth in his study.  His eyes were bloodshot with an almost imperceptible crazy glint in it.   He kept on muttering under his breath.  If someone who didn't know who he was saw him right now, they would immediately think that he probably had some mental issues.

Marcus felt like his head was swelling.  He kept on having these headaches for three days now.  No matter what kind of herbal medicine he took, it never subsided.  In fact, it just grew worse and worse as days passed by.