True Love by Scarlet Vance (phonics books .TXT) 📕

“Why hello there? May I be of any assistance?” asked a stranger.

“Why yes. Can you get my horse some water? Please and thank you?” Quinn said as she walked up to the tavern.

Quinn was on her way to meet her father in the Barbarian’s lands. Her father was a hero from the War of the Dragons. He was visiting some old friends, Wysteria and Archer. Wysteria was the first priestess of the good gods in over one hundred years. Her husband, Archer, full fills his name; he became the best archer in the Barbarian’s lands. Quinn’s father met up with them after the war began. It was with their help and of others that the war ended. Quinn’s father’s name was Xensor Chang-Shi.

 Quinn’s mother was the Golden General. She was one of the people who helped Xensor during the war. Quinn’s mother’s name is Angeline. During her childhood, Angeline, knew and loved Xensor. With her golden hair, slender body, almond shaped blue eyes, and pointed ears the elven women would never stay out of Xensor’s mind. Angeline passed down her eye color, hair color, slender body, and pointed ears to her daughter. Though the eye color and shape, ear shape, and slender body runs in both sides of Quinn's family.

Xensor also passed down the blue eyes, slender body, and pointed ears. He had red hair instead of blonde, so he gave his daughter red high and low lights. He also gave his daughter some human blood. Xensor was half-elven half-human and Angeline was full elven. So Quinn is three quarters elven and one quarter human. Since she is part human, she at least gets one human trait and that trait is to age fast.

Aging fast or normal for humans is a year at a time. But elves age slowly- a hundred years before they add a year to their age. So Quinn aged like a human but when she turns twenty-one her body will stop aging. She will look twenty-one forever.

Quinn walked through the door of the tavern. The room went silent. As Quinn drawled her hood back, the whole crowd gasped.

“Quinn!” Frista yelled.

The crowd applauded and whistled. Quinn walked over to the bar and sat down.

“I’m so glad to see you.” Quinn said after the noise went back down.

“Me, too. Is your father with you?” Frista asked.

“No, he’s visiting Wysteria and Archer. I only stopped to eat.” Quinn stated.

“Oh, okay. One plate of spiced potatoes and a glass o wine, coming right up.” Frista started to walk away.

“Thank you,” Quinn said quickly

When Quinn got back to the stables, she noticed that it was almost dark. She would have to camp in the woods and finish riding in the morning.

“My horse please,” she said in her sweetest voice.

It almost stopped the young boy’s heart. “R-r-right away ma’am,” he stammered.

When the boy came back, with the horse, he wasn’t alone. The other boy looked almost seventeen. He also looked like an older version of the younger boy.

“That’s her,” the boy said to the young man. “Isn’t she the most beautiful thing you ever did see?”

“Wow! She’s even more beautiful in person,” said the young man.

“Why thank you for your compliments, but I really need to get going.” She said as she held out her hand to take the reins.

“Yes of course. Here you go.”

“Thank you, fine sir.”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen. Why?”

“Really? You look older than me.”

“Then why do you not looked surprised?”

“I’m comfortable with disappointment.”

“Okay then. Farewell kind sir. And farewell handsome young man.”

“Farewell beautiful young lady. May Quint bless the road before you.”

“Good-bye,” the boy said with embarrassment on his voice.

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When she got done eating her supper, she got ready to go to sleep. But when she just started to fall asleep, she was woken by some noise in the forest. She tried to go back to sleep. Then she heard another noise in the forest.

“Who’s there?” she shouted as she got her dagger out of its holder.

There was no answer to her question. So she laid back down and closed her eyes. In the next second there was a hand over her mouth. A hand holding her hands together. And there was something heavy on her.

“Don’t even try to scream, there’s no one around for miles.” A familiar voice said in Quinn’s ear.

The man removed his hand from her mouth and opened her eyes. It was the man she saw outside the tavern.

“Why are you here? What are you doing? And get off me!” Quinn accused him.

“Cause I can, will, and want to. And I don’t think I will.” He said back.

Quinn scowled at him for awhile. The hand that was holding her hands loosened its grip. His free hand started to trace her jaw bone. Quinn’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe that she was about to get raped, like her grandmother, on her father’s side, was.

“Why would you do this to me? I’m only sixteen.”

“’Cause you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And I want to have you forever.”

“Well you can’t!”

Then she disappeared out from under him. She reappeared in the forest where he couldn’t see her. She turned around to run away, but ran into another man. He wrapped her arms behind her and pushed her toward the fire.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Thought you got away that easy?” he said.

“I knew you were smart, but not that smart.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I didn’t know you were smart enough to bring friends with you.”

“Yeah. Well you’re not the only magic user here.”

Then everything went black. She woke up with her hands tied behind her back. The men were sitting by the fire, eating her food. Quinn got up and started to walk away. Then she was on the ground again. Her hands started to hurt.

“We’re not that dumb.”

“One could only hope.” She spat back.

He got up at the same time she did. He walked over to her and slapped her. There was a low murmur behind him and she knew she was going to get it now. He grabbed her arm, hard. He dragged her over by the fire. He started at her for a minute. Then he told his friends to leave. They left with no second thoughts. He pushed her to the ground. She screamed out in pain. Her right wrist landed on a rock and broke it. He stumbled forward, rolled her over, and cut the rope. He examined her wrist then ripped some cloth from his shirt. He wrapped the cloth around her wrist.

“I’m so sorry. Does that feel better?” he asked as he wiped away some of her tears.

“Just a little bit. I know you didn’t mean to do that,” she mumbled into his chest.

She looked up at him. His eyes were all watery. She moved her good hand and stroked his face in a soothing motion. He held her face in his hand. Then leaned down and kissed her. She didn’t move or kiss him back.

“What is your name?” she asked when he was done kissing her, his forehead was on hers.

“My name is Balamor. What is yours?” he said with his forehead still on hers.

“Quintessa. Quinn for short.”

“Okay. Quinn I’m so sorry. I will never hurt you like that again.”

He kissed her again, but this time she kissed him back. They started talking and Quinn gave him her necklace. Then a young man interrupted them. The young man had blood running down his arm.

“We’re under attack!” the man said.

“You lied to me!” Balamor accused Quinn.

“No! I didn’t know! I’m so sorry!” she whined.

“Go fight! Now!” Balamor yelled at the man.

The man left with his sword in his hand. Balamor’s lips were on Quinn's collarbone. He was kissing her violently. He ripped her shirt while trying to take it off her. Then he moved to his own clothes. Quinn tried pushing him off her but he wouldn’t budge.

“Get off me!” she yelled at him.

She closed her eyes, suddenly he was off her. All of a sudden she was in someone else’s arms. She tried hitting the other person but he grabbed hold of her wrists. Pain shot through her body so she started fighting harder.

“Quinn, stop! It’s me!” the person said.

“Father?!” she yelled through her sobs.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he comforted her.

“How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I heard an ear piercing scream and started riding this way. I saw him kissing you but you not kissing him back. I knew that he was going to rape you. So we rode into the forest. We were going to sneak up on him. But we ran into his friends. When we got done with his friends we rushed out of the forest to see him undressing. Then you yelled at him to get off so Trixter pulled him off you. And that’s when I pulled you in my arms and you tried hitting me.”

“Oh. Thank you for getting him off me,” she said to Trixter, who was staring at her.

“You’re welcome,” he blushed.

“I will go get the horses,” Quinn’s father said. “Quinn you should change your shirt. It’s about to fall off.”

Quinn blushed, “Yes, father. I will.”

Xensor got up and started for the forest. Quinn was so embarrassed at what her father said. And in front of Trixter! Who is still staring at her! Her cheeks flare an even brighter red then before. When her father was out of sight she got up and turned to Trixter.

“If you will excuse me, I need to change,” Quinn said.

“Of course,” Trixter said as he turned around.

Quinn walked over to Balamor and undid the necklace she gave him. She grabbed her bag then kissed him on the forehead. As she was getting up Balamor grabbed her wrist. Quinn couldn’t stop the gasp that slipped out from her lips.

“He will get you,” Balamor whispered.

Then Trixter stabbed him again, to make sure he was dead this time. Balamor’s hand dropped to the ground. Quinn looked up at Trixter with tears in her eyes. Standing up, she started walking away. With tears rolling down her cheeks, Trixter grabbed her. She turned around ending up crying into his chest with his arms around her.

“It’s okay. I will not let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise. He reassured her.

“You will?” she asked looking up into his perfect brown eyes.

“I will,” he answered.

They stared at each other intensely for a while. Trixter leaned down to kiss her, but she heard Xensor coming back. Rolling out of his arms, she started taking off her shirt. Trixter turned around, knowing she did that for a reason. Xensor walked out of the forest as Quinn finished putting a shirt on. Xensor looked at Trixter, nodding in satisfaction that Trixter was respectable young man. Xensor walked over to Quinn to find her face redder than what it was when he left. Spinning around, he glared at Trixter, with hostility in his eyes, who still had his back facing Quinn.

“No, father! It wasn’t Trixter.” Quinn yelled.

She grabbed a hold of Xensor's arm. Trixter spun around looking innocent. Xensor believed