The Elvish Girl by Alvinia Jenkinson (e books free to read .txt) 📕

As he closed in I gripped the blades to settle my running heart, the next thing I knew was that he was right in front of me hit eyes were pure black with golden flecks his eyes carried which seemed to me the weight of the world.

“Release him.” Said the pig the men who held his chains began to unlock them the sound the chains made when they fell to the ground seemed like my impending doom ‘attack now while I still have a chance’ I thought to myself, but this man who carried the weight of the world, maybe he wouldn’t attack maybe he might join me and help me out of here, but those thoughts all dissipated when I saw all of the scars I knew that he was most likely raised to fight. Now my fear began to settle in my stomach I’m not going to live.

“That’s not an option, I must survive, and I will survive.” I muttered to myself after I said those words I heard the sound of metal sliding comfortably against metal almost like someone waking up from a pleasant dream. I look down at the knives and there are blades that seem to sparkle like diamonds ‘what in the world’ I thought to myself.

“Well it seems that they approve of you, just like I thought they would with someone like a will to survive like yours would most definitely draw it out to bad they are wasted one a dead man.” He then started to walk away while dragging my brother along with him.

“Clear the way, the fight is going to start.” Yelled some hunters who started to push the crowed back

“You should go inside the tent old man, after all this is not going to be pretty.” I said to the chief, he look down at me and then started to wrap the scarf around my neck.

“They won’t let us go you know?” he said with a sad look in his eyes

“I know.” He then went back into the tent and sat in the door way to watch the fight, more or less my own death but I will not let that happen I will get us all out of here even if it costs my own life

“Are you sure of that.” Said a voice that seemed to come out of no ware

“Must be my imagination.” I muttered to myself as I walked forward. The scarred warrior held his hand out as if to shake my hand I stretched my hand out only to feel a piercing pain in my stomach as I looked down I saw a knife plunged deeply in me.

‘Is that all you have last warrior and here I thought that you of all people would last longer against him, I mean come on are all of my soon to be owners doomed to die before they achieve.’ Said a voice that seemed to come from my mind ‘I am not just a voice you stupid barbarian, I am a girl well at least to you I am, who or what I am is not of importance what I want to know is if you want to survive.’

‘Of course I want to survive! Bu-. ‘Before I could finish what I was saying she made a zipping motion and my lips just wouldn’t seem to open.

‘That’s all I need to know for now. Listen closely barbarian I am willing to cut you a deal, I will give you a boost that will heal your wounds and make you stronger than 100 men, but there’s a catch depending on your personality you will have a handy cap between two senses or even both, so will you accept this deal?’ asked the voice girl

I need to survive I must survive

‘I will accept your terms what senses will I lose?’ I asked, she giggled and said

‘That’s for me to know and you to find out.’

I opened my eyes and gasped everything seemed to be painted in red, people’s faces seemed to melt off their body’s leaving a ghostly shape behind all I can hear are people chanting survival over and over again till all I can think is survival all are enemies they must die, they must die, they must die and then everything went black.

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Text: ME
Images: google
Editing: word, me and a few friends
Translation: No one
Publication Date: 08-18-2013

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Dedication:
To my mom and the friends i fooled into thinking that gabrel was writing this >:P and to you reader hope you enjoyed it