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Unfinished continuing project, about an elf that is said will bring an entire world to its knees.
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didn’t even know if they could survive alone, as they had always been in packs when she saw them, or at least with their family. Even so, there was no other way to ensure Silvea’s safety without spilling the girls blood, and that was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment.
Finally she reached her tree, towering above her majestically. Silvea paused, listening for any wild animals that may take a fancy to the girl. She sensed a wolf a few miles away eaters. Satisfied, Silvea dumped the girl at the base of the tree-she wasn’t just going to let the girl in without her being present-and took off at a sprint, still not happy about leaving a stranger at her tree.
She reached the girls possessions in less than a minute, and spent half that time dumping it back in the black backpack the girl had brought. She then sprinted back to the tree, slightly slower now, but still got there before the girl woke up.
Panting, she searched in her pocket, but was dismayed to find that she had forgotten to bring a bottle of blood with her for her entry. Silvea sighed-she hated it when she had to do this. Pulling out her dagger, she made a quick slice across her forearm, releasing a heavy flow of blood. Dabbing at it, she drew the symbol and the way opened. Ripping off some fabric from the bottom of her top, wrapped it around the wound to staunch the flow for the time being. Now irritated, she yanked the girl onto her shoulder, bashing her shoulder of the top of the doorway. Stamping down the stairs, the way closed behind her as she fumed. This really was the worst day possible.
Her anger brought her down the stairs into her home, and she put the girl none too gently one the bed and the girls bag at her feet. Plopping down on her armchair, Silvea pulled off the now sodden bandages to reveal the ugly wound beneath it. Muttering a few words, she passed her hand over it, emitting a dim green light before the cut closed up, leaving nothing but an harsh red line to show that it was ever there.
Silvea leaned back, exhaling deeply. Feeling sorry for herself wasn’t going to get her anywhere-she needed to calm down. Getting up, she went to the fire to cook the rabbit she had skinned earlier. The girl would no doubt need something to eat when she woke, and Silvea, having not eaten the day before except for a few herbs she had brought with her, was beginning to get hungry anyway. The task filled her mind as she concentrated on not burning the meal, distracting her from her current situation.
As she was bringing the animal off the spit, she heard movement behind her. Placing the meal to the side, Silvea approached the bed, checking that she still had her dagger hidden up her sleeve. If worst came to worst she could use magic to destroy the girl, but she didn’t like the risk of blowing her house up.
As the girl’s eyes opened, she was confused. She had ran away from home, hadn’t she? And then been confronted with a weird girl with red eyes, who had been threatening to kill her…but then why was she in a bed?
As her vision stopped blurring, she looked up to a smooth wooden roof, and the smell of cooked meat filled her nose. Where on earth was she? And then she looked to the side, and saw the weird girl from before, staring at her with distrust. She noticed that her pupils were slit and her nose was quite flat, giving her a somewhat catlike appearance. Her ears were also pointy, just visible under a mass of black hair. The girl recoiled-what kind of person was this.
Silvea opened her mouth, displaying her sharp incisors. “Who are you?”
The girl didn’t answer for a moment, and then replied “Marnie.”
Silvea cocked her head, not understanding. “Is that a sub-species of your race, a clan name or a personal name?”
“Where the hell do you come from? Its my name, that’s all.”
“Then what’s your second name?” asked Silvea, ignoring the human’s question.
The girl called Marnie’s eyes hardened. “I don’t have one.”
Silvea sighed. This human didn’t seem to be a cooperative one, but didn’t seem to be violent-just stubborn. This could get intensely annoying if it continued. An explanation may help things a bit.
“Look, you came into my forest uninvited, and decided to stay there. I won’t kill you because you don’t seem to be a threat to me, but I can’t let you go back to tell the villagers about me, therefore I’m going to keep you here in my forest to do things for me, run errands and whatnot.”
The girl seemed to calm down a bit, but still had a steely look in her eye. “I would never go back to that hellhole of a village. Can’t you just let me stay in the forest on my own terms?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“What’s to stop you from running back when I’m not looking, or sending a message that I won’t notice? I need to keep an eye on you from now on. I’m not happy about it either, but there’s no other choice.”
The girl slumped against the wall, looking resigned but still determined. “Then what’s your name?”
She considered, the resolved that there was no harm in telling her. “Silvea.”
Marnie smirked. “Second name?”
Silvea couldn’t help cracking a smile. “I have one, but I’m not going to tell you that. Are you hungry?”
Marnie perked up ay that. “I am, actually…haven’t eaten since yesterday.” Silvea got up and went to the fire, picking up the rabbits and putting them on the table in the centre of the large room. Marnie hesitantly got up and made her way to the table, not taking her eyes off the stranger before her. Sniffing the meal suspiciously, she waited for Silvea to take a bite before eating herself. They ate in silence, both still unsure of the other.
The human broke the silence. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but…what exactly are you? Have you had some weird plastic surgery, or are you…something else?”
Silvea contemplated, and then answered in a monotone. “I am a Hieltarian in my heart, but have never been considered so. For my appearance, I am cast from my people, and am now a nomad. In other words, I am from nowhere.” She paused. “I believe humans would call me an elf.”
Marnie stared at her, digesting what she had just heard. She had a look of doubt mixed with awe. “So then…there are more of you? As in, elves…or what you just called yourself.”
Silvea stiffened. “Please do not refer to me as part of my kind. As I said, I am a nomad. But to answer your question, yes, there are more.”
“But then, where are they? No offence, but I think that I would notice if someone looking like you walked through the street. Are you all hidden somewhere? Or do you disguise yourself when you’re with us?”
Silvea wrinkled her nose. This girl asked too many questions for her liking. Although she had thought before that she would like the company, she had become so accustomed to solitude that she generally talked little. She wondered if all humans were like this.
“A Hieltarian would consider a human far beneath them, and would never enter your cities or mingle with you. We live in another place, but I shall not tell you where that is. It’s not going to contribute to my already instable safety.”
“Instable safety? Are you a runaway, then?”
The elf stood up, tired of these questions. Grabbing a rag from the side and dipping it in water, she said “You should sleep. You have had a long day, and you need to sleep off your injury.”
“What? Oh, yeah, my head.” Marnie winced as she touched the tender flesh. “Why’d you hit me in the first place? I would have come with you without you having to beat me up!”
Without turning, Silvea answered “I needed time to think without you jabbering on, and I am more comfortable with you not knowing exactly where you are. Sleep.”
Marnie opened her mouth to retaliate, and then thought better of it-she was feeling a bit drowsy, anyway. Going to the bed in the corner, she now saw that the duvet was a patchwork quilt that appeared to be made of different grasses. She was far from finished with her questions, but sensed the elf’s growing angst. Lying down, her eyes were just shutting when she saw some sparks com out of Silvea’s fingers, and the table was wiped clean before her.
“What…?” she murmured, but sleep overtook her before she could say another word.
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Finally she reached her tree, towering above her majestically. Silvea paused, listening for any wild animals that may take a fancy to the girl. She sensed a wolf a few miles away eaters. Satisfied, Silvea dumped the girl at the base of the tree-she wasn’t just going to let the girl in without her being present-and took off at a sprint, still not happy about leaving a stranger at her tree.
She reached the girls possessions in less than a minute, and spent half that time dumping it back in the black backpack the girl had brought. She then sprinted back to the tree, slightly slower now, but still got there before the girl woke up.
Panting, she searched in her pocket, but was dismayed to find that she had forgotten to bring a bottle of blood with her for her entry. Silvea sighed-she hated it when she had to do this. Pulling out her dagger, she made a quick slice across her forearm, releasing a heavy flow of blood. Dabbing at it, she drew the symbol and the way opened. Ripping off some fabric from the bottom of her top, wrapped it around the wound to staunch the flow for the time being. Now irritated, she yanked the girl onto her shoulder, bashing her shoulder of the top of the doorway. Stamping down the stairs, the way closed behind her as she fumed. This really was the worst day possible.
Her anger brought her down the stairs into her home, and she put the girl none too gently one the bed and the girls bag at her feet. Plopping down on her armchair, Silvea pulled off the now sodden bandages to reveal the ugly wound beneath it. Muttering a few words, she passed her hand over it, emitting a dim green light before the cut closed up, leaving nothing but an harsh red line to show that it was ever there.
Silvea leaned back, exhaling deeply. Feeling sorry for herself wasn’t going to get her anywhere-she needed to calm down. Getting up, she went to the fire to cook the rabbit she had skinned earlier. The girl would no doubt need something to eat when she woke, and Silvea, having not eaten the day before except for a few herbs she had brought with her, was beginning to get hungry anyway. The task filled her mind as she concentrated on not burning the meal, distracting her from her current situation.
As she was bringing the animal off the spit, she heard movement behind her. Placing the meal to the side, Silvea approached the bed, checking that she still had her dagger hidden up her sleeve. If worst came to worst she could use magic to destroy the girl, but she didn’t like the risk of blowing her house up.
As the girl’s eyes opened, she was confused. She had ran away from home, hadn’t she? And then been confronted with a weird girl with red eyes, who had been threatening to kill her…but then why was she in a bed?
As her vision stopped blurring, she looked up to a smooth wooden roof, and the smell of cooked meat filled her nose. Where on earth was she? And then she looked to the side, and saw the weird girl from before, staring at her with distrust. She noticed that her pupils were slit and her nose was quite flat, giving her a somewhat catlike appearance. Her ears were also pointy, just visible under a mass of black hair. The girl recoiled-what kind of person was this.
Silvea opened her mouth, displaying her sharp incisors. “Who are you?”
The girl didn’t answer for a moment, and then replied “Marnie.”
Silvea cocked her head, not understanding. “Is that a sub-species of your race, a clan name or a personal name?”
“Where the hell do you come from? Its my name, that’s all.”
“Then what’s your second name?” asked Silvea, ignoring the human’s question.
The girl called Marnie’s eyes hardened. “I don’t have one.”
Silvea sighed. This human didn’t seem to be a cooperative one, but didn’t seem to be violent-just stubborn. This could get intensely annoying if it continued. An explanation may help things a bit.
“Look, you came into my forest uninvited, and decided to stay there. I won’t kill you because you don’t seem to be a threat to me, but I can’t let you go back to tell the villagers about me, therefore I’m going to keep you here in my forest to do things for me, run errands and whatnot.”
The girl seemed to calm down a bit, but still had a steely look in her eye. “I would never go back to that hellhole of a village. Can’t you just let me stay in the forest on my own terms?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“What’s to stop you from running back when I’m not looking, or sending a message that I won’t notice? I need to keep an eye on you from now on. I’m not happy about it either, but there’s no other choice.”
The girl slumped against the wall, looking resigned but still determined. “Then what’s your name?”
She considered, the resolved that there was no harm in telling her. “Silvea.”
Marnie smirked. “Second name?”
Silvea couldn’t help cracking a smile. “I have one, but I’m not going to tell you that. Are you hungry?”
Marnie perked up ay that. “I am, actually…haven’t eaten since yesterday.” Silvea got up and went to the fire, picking up the rabbits and putting them on the table in the centre of the large room. Marnie hesitantly got up and made her way to the table, not taking her eyes off the stranger before her. Sniffing the meal suspiciously, she waited for Silvea to take a bite before eating herself. They ate in silence, both still unsure of the other.
The human broke the silence. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but…what exactly are you? Have you had some weird plastic surgery, or are you…something else?”
Silvea contemplated, and then answered in a monotone. “I am a Hieltarian in my heart, but have never been considered so. For my appearance, I am cast from my people, and am now a nomad. In other words, I am from nowhere.” She paused. “I believe humans would call me an elf.”
Marnie stared at her, digesting what she had just heard. She had a look of doubt mixed with awe. “So then…there are more of you? As in, elves…or what you just called yourself.”
Silvea stiffened. “Please do not refer to me as part of my kind. As I said, I am a nomad. But to answer your question, yes, there are more.”
“But then, where are they? No offence, but I think that I would notice if someone looking like you walked through the street. Are you all hidden somewhere? Or do you disguise yourself when you’re with us?”
Silvea wrinkled her nose. This girl asked too many questions for her liking. Although she had thought before that she would like the company, she had become so accustomed to solitude that she generally talked little. She wondered if all humans were like this.
“A Hieltarian would consider a human far beneath them, and would never enter your cities or mingle with you. We live in another place, but I shall not tell you where that is. It’s not going to contribute to my already instable safety.”
“Instable safety? Are you a runaway, then?”
The elf stood up, tired of these questions. Grabbing a rag from the side and dipping it in water, she said “You should sleep. You have had a long day, and you need to sleep off your injury.”
“What? Oh, yeah, my head.” Marnie winced as she touched the tender flesh. “Why’d you hit me in the first place? I would have come with you without you having to beat me up!”
Without turning, Silvea answered “I needed time to think without you jabbering on, and I am more comfortable with you not knowing exactly where you are. Sleep.”
Marnie opened her mouth to retaliate, and then thought better of it-she was feeling a bit drowsy, anyway. Going to the bed in the corner, she now saw that the duvet was a patchwork quilt that appeared to be made of different grasses. She was far from finished with her questions, but sensed the elf’s growing angst. Lying down, her eyes were just shutting when she saw some sparks com out of Silvea’s fingers, and the table was wiped clean before her.
“What…?” she murmured, but sleep overtook her before she could say another word.
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