Several weeks passed since the bandits had been dealt with, and things had mostly returned to normal. Fenryn and Vaughan had returned to the castle, but they had reluctantly left Lynnette in the village. She had wanted to go back with them at first, but Athera convinced her to stay there until her health improved, if it ever did.
In the meantime, Athera agreed to stay in the village with her. There she acted as Fenryn's diplomat between their people. She couldn't guarantee that other clans would want to work alongside humans, but she offered what help she could give. The clan was unsure of their leaders choice, but in the end, they too made the village their temporary home and offered to help bridge any gaps between their races.
Lynnette was able to move around with the help of the Rattus' invention. A chair with wheels. It wasn't a perfect mode of transportation, and she had to be pushed if she wished to travel anywhere, but she felt better with what little freedoms i
The wooden stocks around Asher's wrists felt like they were cutting into his skin. He could feel it rubbing and with each movement, it sent a wave of sharp pain throughout his arms. He wasn't too impressed by being caught and locked up again and he gave the two men a smile that dripped with hatred. “Asher,” Fenryn said as he ignored the man's smile, “how nice of you to join us.” “Not by choice, but here I am,” Asher replied, he looked between the King and Vaughan for a moment. “I'm surprised you even found me. How was it that you did that, hmm?” He then asked. “Oh, my people get around,” Fenryn said with an air of politeness, “we wanted to ask you some more questions if that is fine with you?” “Do I have a choice?” Asher asked in return. The knight escorting him, forced Asher to his knees before Vaughan waved the man away. “You always have a choice,” Vaughan said as he waited for the three of them to be alone, “you could refuse and then I'd fi
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It was night time in the lands of Terra, and with no moon to give light to the countryside, things were pitch black. A lone torch flickered deep within a chasm, a sign that at least one person was still awake at this hour. The cloaked figure stood before the entrance of an old catacomb. It had been uncovered recently when an earthquake had shaken the ground, causing the earth to split into two. The trip down into the far reaches of the earth had been a long one, taking the person several hours. Luckily there were several ledges on which to rest, and the person had come prepared for a long journey.Taking a deep breath of air in, the figure lowered the hood of their cloak to reveal a male with shoulder-length blond locks, and deep blue eyes. He seemed to be a young adult, likely no older than twenty. His skin was free of blemishes, and he had an air of curiosity around him. It was obvious in his expressions, that the catacombs interested him a great deal. The man held the
At first, neither the man nor the woman spoke. After being disturbed by the strange human's entrance, the Enerawyn eyed him suspiciously. She obviously needed no aid in dispatching the skeletons here in the catacombs. This was evident by the mounds of bone dust scattered around her. To say he was impressed would have been an understatement. Hazel eyes narrowed at the man as she looked him up and down. She was certainly not expecting anyone else here. Or at least no one alive, anyway. Her lips thinned, and she kept her sword ready for battle. She did not attack, however.“Sorry for interrupting,” he said calmly, though held his own sword ready. He had no intention of harming the woman, and he hoped she would understand he was no threat to her. “I wasn't expecting anyone else down here.” He admitted. The woman narrowed her eyes at him further.She was obviously regarding him with scepticism. “I wouldn't linger if I were you,” she said,
It seemed like hours went by without anything truly happening, yet in truth, only moments had passed. Fenryn felt the tension building inside him. He wasn't sure how Lynnette was handlingthings, but he supposed she was equally as nervous. Undead creatures could certainly be taken down as his experience earlier had proved, but it was not an easy feat.“It is too quiet.” The woman murmured. She slowly inched her way forward. She paused, then moved forward once more.Fenryn matching her steps closely. “If only our torches were more effective in this darkness,” Fenryn said softly, he paused a moment as ifthinking, then added, “or if we had magic that could aid us.”“A shame magic is outlawed then,” Lynnette muttered.Fenryn made a displeased tut, then said, “technically itis not outlawed at all.”“But you have to work for the bastard King, or be classed as a monster and
The first attempts to destroy the pendant yielded no results. They tried standing on it, throwing it at the cave wall, and Lynnette had even tried to strike it with her blade, but each time the artefact seemed to reflect any damage done to it.Exasperated, Lynnette threw it back onto the shrine. “What does it take to destroy this stupid thing!” She said with vexation.Fenryn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly for a moment. He then let out a long sigh and offered her the torch he was holding. “Hold this,” he said to Lynnette as she took it, a look of confusion washing over her face. He then gave her the sword he had been wielding, and after a bit of fidgeting, he pulled around another sheath that he had hidden under his cloak.Tilting her head to one side as she watched him, Lynnette gave a rather puzzled, “we tried swords already. What are you up to?”“Well,” Fenryn began as he held the sheath out in fron
As the two reached closer to the entrance, they both started to head off in different directions. Realising this, Fenryn called over to Lynnette, “I suppose the traps you came across were that way then? I came from this direction, it means going up the chasm, but if we can avoid the traps it might be worth it.”Lynnette tilted her head, “you... climbed down the...” she trailed off, then closed her eyes with a sigh. “You know what? Never mind. No wonder you had no issue with traps. I assumed you had merely been lucky, but I guess that explains it all.”Fenryn rubbed the back of his neck with a laugh. He shrugged a little, then said, “my horse and things are up there, so I'll be going back this way.”Giving a thoughtful expression for a moment, Lynnette nodded and said, “I have nothing back there, so if you are fine with me coming along a little longer, I'll join you. I'd rather not climb, but if it beats going
Lynnette watched as the bandits dragged Fenryn off after tying his hands behind his back. She had wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him to fight, but she realised quickly that he had been holding back any attempts at escape for her sake. They really had been surrounded, and even as they began to leave; the bandits had still kept their arrows honed in on Fenryn and her both.She tracked their footprints until she spotted the stronghold in which the bandits had made their camp. She knew right away that any attempt to storm such a place on her own would only result in her death. Forced with no other option, she decided to head towards the town Gardo in order to alert the guards at the very least. She rarely ever ventured into human-populated areas. Even her clan avoided them out of fear. However the town itself had many of the Malruthiia, and the humans seemed to not even notice her presence at all. They really couldn't tell one 'elf' from the next. Part of her was in