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SAELYNA

'Elf'.The hissed words jolt me out of my reverie, and I look up at the contemptuous face of the line man. He's tall, heavily bearded and his nose is scrunched up as he examines me. No surprises there. I'm used to it.I step forward and raise my arms as usual. He starts from my neck, then down my back, down my sides, across my legs. I recall the first time I was to out up with that. The lineman on duty that day got a bit excited, and I reacted quickly. And painfully too. My knuckles hurt for days, but I don't compare it with the broken nose he had to deal with.I feel that queasiness return, as the man doubles back, and his arms rove up my side again. I try to be still, and hope he doesn't notice my beating heart or my droopy eyelids.He doesn't. He steps back with a grunt. 'Go on, elf'. For some stupid reason, I blurt, 'It's Saelyna'. He turns sharply at that. 'What did you say, elf?' he snarls, eyes glinting. Right. He's a moose-genn. I definitely should have kept shut. 'A slip, tha

PAINS OF THE PAST

SAELYNASilver Stallion is the more popular of the two bars in the village. It is a short distance from our house, and that's where I'm headed.When I step into the semi-dark room, I notice there are fewer people than there usually is. Then I recall most of them haven't returned from the Glade. They would anyway, anytime soon. And the last thing I want is Derrick Marwell talking again about how I had gotten drunk and danced off with Elwyn, so I must hurry about my business and get home soon.I don't necessarily like drinking. Not really. It's the escape it offers, the temporary zone of stillness that baits me. Or baited me. Elves don't generally get drunk; the magic in our system is too strong, it dilutes it; but there are certain conditions that beg to differ.Like when the magic in your body is weak and the drink in question, is Halden mead. It had happened, during the Fall Festival last year. I still hate thinking about that night with Elwyn. The memories alone should keep me off t

CYRAN

Hunting is a remedy of its own. The adrenaline coursing through your veins as you pull the string, the focus of all the senses on the creature about to be snuffed out, the dire hope that the arrow will strike its target. It's what I turn to when I don't want to think. Or at least, it was.Saelyna had been gone thirty minutes before I realized we were running low on meat. I found it a pleasant excuse to go into the woods, and that is exactly what sets me on the knoll overlooking the village, and cutting around the King's Forest.It wasn't always called that. Before the Rebellion, it was Halden Woods, named after the village. If the elves of this village were not the spearhead of the attack on the state, well, the forest would have remained what it was; a space for all. And my parents would still be alive.I begin my descent into the first from the south side, where I'm sure few of the guards would be. Tales spun by village folk about dead and vengeful spirits hiding out in these parts

WOLVES IN THE VILLAGE

SAELYNAMy alternative route inevitably takes me through the major parts of the village. I try to remember what Halden had looked like before the Rebellion. It's harder these days. The memories now come in snatches and bits, but enough for me to know the place has changed by a great margin.It used to be a giant sprawling town, the majority of its inhabitants being elves. We were of one mind, united by our magic. Unlike others in Quindar who had to be bound to certain animal spirits in order to channel magic, we derived ours from plants, the best of them being on Mount Ides.I remember the songs and the dances performed before spring fires, the annual hunts and the pilgrimage to Mount Ides for our magic renewal, and evenings like this, when my parents would take us to the town hall to watch a play or two. Halden was among the last towns before the Borderlands, and among the largest in the north.Until some genius decided that we were too strong to be ruled by some "deer-spirit-channel

THE MAN IN BLACK

CYRANThe sound of galloping hooves reach my ears, long before the horse and its rider pull up in front of the cottage. 'Cyran!'Oh hell, it's her.Given the circumstances, I'm supposed to be grateful or something, but it occurs to me that Saelyna would try to heal me with magic. I know the wound has gone too far; I've bled out excessively, and I can't feel my arms. Anytime now, I'll go into shock.She crouches by my side, tapping my face in a bid to keep me awake. 'Cyran, look at me'. Her face swims in and out of my distorted vision. 'You're beautiful, Saelyn. You're the best of us', I tell her. I don't know if I mean it or not. I just have to tell her. 'Shut up, Cyran, shut up', she mutters, though her voice quivers too much. Then she yells out for help, loud enough to wake the forest. 'I have forgiven you, Saelyna. Don't beat yourself up over it anymore. I've done a lot of nasty things too, but you always covered up for me. You don't have to be the perfect one…' I cough out a gob o

To Flee

SAELYNAThe row of sycamore trees that line the top of Halden Hill used to be a spot where town folk gathered in the evenings to relax and get together. Here, it's peaceful, especially at night. A clear view of the village is offered from this point, and one can see just enough of every corner of Halden. I dig my left toe into the grassy soil and twist up earth. I've been here for half an hour, but it's starting to feel like forever. I've bitten my nails to the stub, I can't mess with my hair any longer, so I'm on the edge of going wild with apprehension. A sudden sound makes me jump and turn around. Someone is coming up the hill, slowly and deliberately. I duck around a tree, listening to my heart thumping wildly, as he summits the crest. He's wearing a black hood and a cloak. They've found me, then. The mages have tracked the magic. I brace myself to bolt at the slightest slip. I can't outrun a mage, but I have the advantage here, given that I'm an elf. I'm about to spring down t

Another Hunter

SAELYNACyran places a finger on his lips when our eyes meet. He doesn't need to tell me. Even Ima has gone dead silent.Floorboards creak as whoever it is walks into the house. My palms tingle with anticipation and magic. Cyran is crouched by the doorway, his bow and arrow in place. Nothing moves except the intruder in the kitchen.Then Camille stumbles into the kitchen and I release a breath. Cyran frowns upon spotting her. 'What are you doing here?' he growls. Her face flushes on spotting his annoyed expression. 'Sorry. Just wanted to say farewell. Quain told me…' She shakes her head and holds my gaze for a while before she grabs me in a bone-crushing hug. 'You're one of the best persons I know, Sae. Please stay safe and strong', she sobs.I've had my fill of crying for one night so I gently push her away. 'Ima', I say, 'Please take care of her'. Camille nods quickly. I know she will, we brought the panther up together. I rub Ima's ears one last time, and square my shoulders. 'See

ELDAD

On the bright side, we are not dead. Worst case scenario, we don't know where we are. But Xanwed hasn't gotten us, that much is certain.Cyran is awake, and looking at me with a queer expression. 'What is it?' I ask, sitting up. It requires a lot of effort than usual, and a headache begins as I do. 'I saw your dream again', he says quietly. 'Cyran, you said you'd stop', I say resignedly. 'I did stop. Last night it just filtered in. Your mind is fucked up, Saelyna'. I don't want to talk about the crazy dream I had, where Jerran and I were back together. The twist was that we both were wolf-genn.Most times I try not to think about the guy that jilted me. Other times, I bring myself to. That way I have someone to blame everything on. That way, I can allow myself to feel emotion.I take time to examine our prison. It's a room, but it has six corners and the air inside here is colder than usual. For some reason as well, I can't summon the magic like I did back in the woods. And I can't se

The Alpha

SAELYNAHe looks different. The coat's still black as night, but his hair is slicker and everything about him seems forced. He smells like Elwyn.I don't trust the smile he gives me, it's too casual, too fake. Too wolfish. I knew I'd see him again. I never imagined it would be like this. I never thought he'd be a wolfen.I dust my bottoms as I stand up. If I have to escape, I have to give him the benefit of the doubt. And be a good actor. 'A settlement of wolvens', I say, 'I presume we are here to be eaten, then'. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and the smile falters a little. 'Ok', he replies, the fake smile still in place, 'I have somewhere to be, so…do what you like, which is not much, considering the circumstances. I don't care, not really'.He turns to go, which is quite fine by me, but Cyran calls out and rises. 'Do not be offended by my sister. She's…well, just not on terms with wolvens kidnapping elves'. The man in black waves a dismissive hand. 'Whatever you think, I already care

Ronn And Keilen

CYRAN I take steps torward him, attempting to put myself between him and my sister, when Caivan rounds on him in a flash. 'Where were you?!' he snarls, 'And why the fuck would you keep them in the store room like animals?!' The silver coated man doesn't flinch, he stares at Caivan squarely, assuming a straighter stance. 'Instinct. Precaution against possible escape. Perhaps if you were here in person, you would have done it your way…' He doesn't finish. Caivan moves like lightening, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall of a nearby hut. Struggle as he could, he could not get the larger man's hand off his jugular. 'I let you go once. Cross me again, Ronn, and there'll be no third chances', Caivan says calmly, like he was having a lively conversation and wasn't choking a person. The sight is horribly satisfying, because I see the fear in his eyes, the same one he must have seen in mine. 'Caivan, enough!' snaps Veesa. He holds on for three seconds longer before he relea

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