Stealth Elf had always been a Skylander of mystery. Everyone knew that she was powerful and agile, yes, one of the greatest Skylanders ever known. However, very few could actually tell much about who she was as a person. Her past, her interests, and her character were all utterly unknown. To the public, and even lower-ranking Skylanders, Stealth Elf was an enigma, a figure of admiration never to be fully understood.
To Sunburn, scrawny, self-centered, and the epitome of a lower-ranking Skylander, she was a cute mysterious girl who kicked a lot of butt. And nothing was much more intriguing to Sunburn than cute mysterious girls who kicked a lot of butt.
“I’m going to go talk to Stealth Elf,” he declared one day to his circle of friends.
This was met exclusively with blank stares.
“…Seriously?” Zap questioned.
Sunburn nodded confidently. “Yep! Completely and totally seriously.”
Zap and Dino-Rang exchanged baffled glances. Then Boomer burst out laughing.
“Ha ha! Man, that’s a good one!” Boomer wiped a humored tear from his eye, and Sunburn lowered his brow at him. “Sunburn’s going to talk to Stealth Elf, ha ha… Hoo boy, that’s a good one! Thanks for that man, I needed a laugh.”
Boomer patted Sunburn on the back, still chuckling to himself. When he looked up, he saw three sets of eyes on him. He glanced around in confusion, then, landing on Sunburn, he blinked in realization. “Oh. You were actually serious.” Sunburn nodded, and Boomer paused momentarily, staring at nothing in particular. Then, slowly, he gave Sunburn’s back another pat and turned to leave. “Welp, good luck with that.”
“Why do you want to talk to Stealth Elf?” Dino-Rang questioned. “Nobody talks to Stealth Elf. Especially not guys like us.”
Zap snickered. “Uh, yeah. You trying to get stabbed or something, dude?”
“Of course not,” Sunburn scoffed. “Besides…” He put on a smirk, running a talon across the spines on his head. “Who would want to stab a face like this?”
Zap and Dino-Rang observed Sunburn’s arrogant grin, exchanged glances again, then turned back to Sunburn. “Stealth Elf,” they chorused.
Sunburn placed his talon back on the ground, shaking his head in dissatisfaction. “No, no, guys. That’s not how this is supposed to work. I say I’m going to go talk to a girl, you say…?”
“You’re going to get stabbed,” Zap reiterated flatly.
Sunburn blinked. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s not right…”
“Sunburn, dude,” Zap said, “there are only so many ways that you talking to Stealth Elf could possibly go, and most of them involve you getting stabbed.”
“What about the ones that don’t?” Sunburn inquired.
“You get kicked in the face,” Zap answered.
“Thanks for the support, guys.”
“It’s nothing personal, mate,” Dino-Rang assured him. “It’s just that we prefer our companions not to have holes in them.”
“Well, I’m talking to Stealth Elf,” Sunburn stated, “and neither of you can stop me.”
“It’s your funeral,” Dino-Rang sighed.
“Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” said Zap.
“Oh, please!” Sunburn chuckled. “What’s the worst that could happen?”