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An Elf's Story
ForhavuMahea
Storms were gathering. The pitter-patter of rain and the distant thunder foreshadowed something to come. And something did. :: Galloping horses treaded through the muddy terrain, their riders holding swords made from the purest diamond, as well as their shining armour. :: "Regiment!  Halt!" Yelled the lead rider, pulling his horse to a stop, while the others followed. ::  "Dismount!"  Said the leader, and they dismounted their horses. :: "This is it, men." :: -------- :: :: A crying child was being cradled by his mother, while the father looked frightened and watching the window suspiciously. :: "Adda! Keep him quite! He'll give our location away!" the father snapped at his wife. :: "He's just a child, Herold!"  she cried, and got up to leave the room. :: :: "Bandits!  This is the Royal Guard!  Remove yourselves from the hut immediatly!!" :: Inside the hut, Adda said to her husband "Just give ourselves up.  Save Alkenaar" :: The two left their hiding place and confronted the guards. :: "Why did you do this?  We were your friend, Tyronis!"  :: "I am no friends of any filthy band like you, Addaline" spat the leader.  :: "We will surrender as long as you promise not to harm our son" :: "Oh, we wont harm your son," said the Guard. "But I cant speak for the monsters of the wilderness..." he said with a grin. :: "As for you two," said Tyronis, "I won't be taking prisoners tonight..." :: :: --20 years later-- :: :: "Give me the money, our you will find the blade of this sword through our stomach and back " :: "Here" cried the drawf, and handed him all his money.  Alkenaar waved him off, and he ran back off to the drawf capital, thanking the Gods for sparing his life. :: Alkenaar smiled, still looking at the money, and pulled out his bow from behind his back, and shot the man down, never even glancing up.  Being an elf served him well. :: The man cried for help, struggling to the capital city, barely alive.