Who's the Monster?

 Chapters 1 and 2 re-uploaded Please excuse odd paragraph alignments. I've been having trouble pasting my text.

 

Please keep in mind it's all still WORK IN PROGRESS and needs final editing and fixing

 

 

 

Chapter  1

Flight

 

 

       There’s no truth in the words of someone claiming we know everything about those beings. Hardly, their bizarre nature and ways of life have not been explored even half as much as some would like. But the mere thought of those creatures makes people shiver. Hollow like an empty shell, they walk this land as though being one of us – living, breathing creatures. Many managed to blend in among unwary people. Despite rather brawny appearance, none of the deserters is really alive, or really dead. No one can tell, on that matter, whether they really are. What we do know, however, comes from the knowledge of those that are the cause of their appearance - those who were pushed into shadows of memory because of bringing such monstrous beings upon our land. Back in the days of first war, so much death came about it inspired druids to seek for ways of prolonging, or even bringing back life, supposing our world was slowly headed into chaos of battles and divergence. From innocent studies, they quickly moved onto more dramatic practices. Never before in Ryrim has anyone practiced necromancy on such scale, which then, although, was a huge secret that eventually got out.

       Even though I’ve never seen anyone execute necromancy before my very eyes, I’ve heard, from those who had a chance to witness the animation of a dead body, that it’s an experience one never forgets; that it’s terrifying but still amazing. I wondered though - what ever happened to the souls those bodies once belonged to? That was the first time when I heard the term ‘Deserters of the Heavens’. At first, I couldn’t really believe something like that was possible. It seemed so…impossible. And yet, many say it’s true.

       You see, when bodies are animated some of the spirits are trying to come back and inhabit them once again, which is one of the biggest insult towards the Heavens. To reject the gift of afterlife in paradise means an eternal exile, to linger in between life and death. True, their immortality is something that many would like to posses, but with it comes great misery.   After cities began to experience suspicious deaths, and witnessing strange creatures roaming about, disguising themselves into humans or other beings, kingdoms, towns and villages grew more suspicious to visitors and put a more watchful eye on their borders. The important thing to note about them is that they’ve been found to be able to transform only into someone they’ve murdered, or seen in death’s sleep.

       The druids did not know that they were the cause of the emerging ‘monster plague’, thus continuing their studies until they’ve released one of the spirits from the pits of underworld itself. It killed many, and enslaved more as food source that consisted of pain, agony, and fear. All of those creatures were subjected to most bizarre types of hungers. All vary.  For example, some of the simpler feeding ways we’ve managed to learn of are blood feasts – just like vampires, those were most dangerous ones. Besides, there were creatures that thrived on darkest shadows, or various emotions of others and much more.

       People quickly learned of monsters’ origin and not only forbade the druids their dangerous studies, but forced them out of their temples and sealed any remaining hidings they found to prevent any underground gatherings. Everything was closely controlled…

 

       “How long am I supposed to wait for you?” A sudden call from below disrupted Allaya’s thinking. Hearing brother’s chastening tone the young elf forced herself out of the lecture she was so pulled into. She sighed with minor irritancy and reluctantly gazed down upon the young lad of scholarly appearance. “Are you planning to sit your life away on that tree reading fairytales while letting your responsibilities go unattended?”

       “What makes you think I’m reading fairy tales? I’m simply trying to learn about this world. Besides, your balcony is right there,” the girl pointed at the house standing across a small yard that was surrounded by a fairly tall, stone wall.  “Couldn’t you just call me?”

       “I did! But you seem to block out every noise around you when you read…or daydream,” he added bit quieter, shaking his head in dismay toward younger sister. “Is that one of my books? You didn’t even ask my permission. What if you loose it?”

       With a neutral expression on her face Allaya swiftly shut the book using her thumb as a bookmark. Then she looked aimlessly ahead trying not to give in to what she considered an insulting question. Allaya never lost a single book she borrowed from Halford’s study. And she already took so much more than he knew. But there was no need for him to find out, thus she replied politely to the previous question. “If I could still go out of the city like before, go places like I used to…like we all did, I wouldn’t have to endorse myself in history books and legends. This is now my only window to the world.”

       Halford sighed and massaged in between his eyes. Not that talk again, he thought to himself. For some reason he did not understand sister’s longing for old, careless life, but she needed to learn that it was all for her own good. Since queen Cillain cared for both him and her as her own children, it was her highness’ order that Allaya could leave only with an escort. Although, it was not in young girl’s intentions to let the guards follow her when she wanted to climb trees and act silly, “Please, just come down, I need you to deliver a pack of herbs up to the third level.”

       Without any opposition Allaya bent a page to mark where she had finished and in few leaps descended to the ground. To that, young man snickered, awaiting her to come up closer. “Still jumping like a monkey, I see. I was foolish to think you grew out of that.”

       The girl fixed her long, raven hair and let a smile brighten the delicate face, yet before she could excuse herself, Halford continued, disposing of slight discontent.

       “Just try to show you’ve taken something out from our etiquette classes when you go to the castle.”

       “Wait, you’re sending me to the castle?” she asked with a note of indifferent surprise; watching her brother take out a small package wrapped in bright canvas to which a label was attached. A label with a name of a person she was least eager to see. Halford nodded, in reply to the sharp gaze of her clever eyes. As though in defeat, Allaya let out a silent moan and rolled her eyes. “So I’m to go to Lysander?” They stopped at the elegant doorway in the back of their house. Thick, dark pine filled the arching frame, covered in all sorts of graceful patterns that were repeated in the stone base that surrounded the entire bottom of the mansion. He leaned against the open door and looked over at humbly following sister.

       “Truly, Allaya, I see no reason why would you judge him so harshly.”

       Cocking her head a bit, the girl shifted her weight to one leg and raised dark, arching brows. “And I think you know what the reason is.” There was a pause as Halford drew an uneasy breath. Tired with all the problems and obstacles Allaya seemed to put before her, he looked aimlessly about, bringing his hands to his waist. The awareness of king’s mix of human and elven blood did not change the fact that he paid generously for the services the young medic – or alchemist, because that was one of his other professions – provided him with. Other Edelentians had their doubts perhaps as well, but Allaya, as Halford thought, was beginning to act more paranoid than reasonable.

       With a nod to acknowledge sister’s motive, he sent her away. She took few quick steps, stopped suddenly and with arbitrary, curious impulse asked what the package’s content was, but the door was already shut.

 

*  *  *

 

       The day was still fresh. Glimmering sun that was slowly ascending cerulean sky flooded Edelentian walls in a golden river of light. The glowing aura soon swathed upon the emptiness of once busy harbor, now rid of all clamor. Not many people traveled by sea since they’ve moved here from the mother land far south and most of the ships that floated near the shore belonged to fishermen. As of late, there were only whispers - tales of old, blissful days, wrought in the depths of the Imrith Sea, that were borne to the coast in the midst of meek waves.

       Warm rays of new day soon climbed onto the sandy beaches, stone cliffs and the walls of the kingdom itself. The common people that lived on first level – also simply called Basin - of the city were already out on farms, tending to animals and collecting last of the provisions before autumn saw its end. The city was awake once more, full of voices and people pouring onto the streets, ready for the next busy day.

            The section in which Allaya resided was called in the midsection of the city – the second level. A cluster of elegant buildings, squares and gardens that was erected upon a mountain side, separated on one end by a single gate, and on the other by a broad, equally massive bridge. Framed in between a couple of broad towers and a strong, stone arch, a short set of stairs would lead up to the wide overpass and gradually ascend, leading to another one, and a bit smaller entrance to the next level after quite a walk over a deep chasm.

       That particular level was occupied by people of higher standards. Additionally, it was where elves held annual holidays and festivals - such as Skirmish and Springtide fair. During the days of Skirmish week people could enjoy a battle in the arena, more brutal than at any other time of the year. Mostly because it was held between the allied elves, which volunteered to battle, as opposed to usual duels that were held between death row prisoners. Quite many of them were delivered from different areas of Ryrim to fight for less severe prosecution that was awarded for the last one standing.

 

            After coming out to the main alley she headed up the spacious, granite road. Soon, upon reaching the gardens, Allaya decided to take a shortcut through the western section in order to brighten her mood in company of trees and their soft whispers. Those were the only gardens in all of Ryrim that were grown artificially. Because the elves had chosen the mountain side as a great defense when they began to build the fortress, they were forced to forsake their thousand year old ways of living under the care of trees and sky. Due to the mild depression that has befallen some of the nature loving Edelentians it was decided to put up a huge garden at the western wing of the second level, followed by few much smaller ones, and many separate trees and plants placed among buildings soon after. Few years of hard work were required to either plant, or dig those trees out from the nearby forest and transport them all the way back. As much of hard work as it was the elves could easily say it had paid off. The city was completely transformed from a cold rock into something none has seen before. Plant has merged with stone. Roots and leaves elegantly entangled houses creating a whole new place to live.

       She followed the path, glancing at the flowers and carelessly waving the package around. All of a sudden, young lass experienced a moment of weakness - a need to glimpse into its content. That momentary urge was, however, chased off by the bells that began to swing in the temple towers, fusing their notes into beautiful sounds in greeting of the new day

       Allaya stopped in the middle of the path and turned towards the tower of the nearest temple. It shone brightly in the burning sun. Elf went inside the building and approached one of the stone statues depicting the manifestation of one of the Ryrim’s guardians. There were six of them, and each was said to look after certain areas of the world. All cities had a favored one. Even though old tales claim that each of those guardians was given a certain culture under its care, many believe it to be no more than myths.

        The girl bowed, gently putting her hands together and whispered few words. Afterward, she reached into small pocket on her side, took out a petite, beautiful flower which looked as if it had a few small pearls inside, and placed it gently upon the offering plate carved below to the Stone Guardian. Rising her head Allaya glanced at the granite golem before she took her leave. Its strong, armor covered skin reassembled mountain chains, peaking all over the massive body, while long, powerful arms hung straight down; hands clenched in fists as if anger was silently growing in the spirit’s heart.

 

* * *

 

       Finally, after entering the shadows of the main gateway Allaya reached a set of stairs that led outside to the bridge. She never liked using lifts that were constructed inside of that tower, not only because they seemed a weird invention to her, but also because their original purpose was to deliver goods that were harder to transport. Soon after first ones, a couple more were built for peoples’ use. And before they knew, the works began in the escape routes that tunneled in the mountain flesh – between the transportation channels - equipping some with two or three more elevators that went straight down.

        After passing another gateway, Allaya found herself in the huge square of the citadel. In the very middle of that square of stood a fountain with a marble figure of an elf maiden. At the height of her petite knees, there was a young, blossoming tree that she watered. Young girl passed it swiftly and made her way up the stairs toward the throne room. Four guards stood still on both sides of a tall entrance. The door was open, which was only a sign that neither the queen nor king was present at the moment.

        “His royal highness, King Lysander will be here shortly if you’d wish to wait, miss” one of the guards spoke. His graceful helmet glimmered with the morning, reflecting in its silver shell. To that, Allaya replied she’s only making a delivery. Dark-blue robes were gently stroked by breeze which made the threads of the cloth sparkle even more. They all stood motionless as she passed in silence. Hoping that Lysander wouldn’t suddenly show up, she trotted quietly up to his throne, disregarding the presence of few servants, and placed the package down on the soft seat, leaving equally fast.

 

*  *  *

 

       “Did you deliver it?” Halford asked as she came in to his office. There hung a rich smell of wooden furniture and books.                    

       “Yes. Yes, I did,” she answered sketchily, and closed the door behind her. Her teeth clenched in response to a loud creek.

        He picked up a pile of books, intending to segregate them on the shelves. “But did you deliver it personally to Lysander?” Lad rephrased.

        Allaya did not answer. Instead, she came up to a casement and leaned upon the windowsill. Brother glanced at her slightly disappointed as he got off small ladder.

“You just left it over there without bothering to call for someone, am I right?” She was about to say something but he proceeded, “You know I can’t afford someone else taking it. Be it on purpose or by mistake. Why do you fear that man so much?”

            Elf turned towards him; her eyes filled with slight anger. She whistled out the window and waited for few seconds. A little Sand Dragon that was flying about flapped its wings and rushed gliding onto Allaya’s palm. They were small creatures, used to carry messages throughout the city. “I don’t fear what’s not supposed to be feared, brother,” her voice was calm, yet persuasive. She took a tiny piece of pie that was on the table and fed it to the creature, “He does not fill my heart with terror, but awareness. I simply don’t trust him. He’s not…entirely one of ours. And you know many humans betrayed our trust…Ryrim’s trust.” Her elbows returned on the windowsill. “I don’t understand why our queen chose to marry him.”

            “In order to unite our city with that neutral band of survivors he calls his city,” he mocked younger sister with a smirk, but in return received an unfriendly gaze.

            “I wasn’t really looking for such a response.”

            “But that’s what you think.”

            “Still, I think there’s no difference whether we are united or not. Their forces would never be of help to us if a war on a bigger scale broke in.”

            The young, chestnut-haired lad grabbed his goatee and twisted one hair. “Well, perhaps she just loves him. Did that ever occur to you?” he paused raising his arm in questioning gesture, then continued shortly “I don’t feel special sympathy toward him as well, but why do you judge him so harshly if he’s never done anything bad to you?”

          “You wouldn’t understand,” Allaya’s chin rested in the cradle of her crossed palms as the creature flew away, “It’s just this feeling that won’t let me be.”

           Saying no more, Halford shrugged helplessly and returned to his work. He had to sort all kinds of books, medicines and recipes, for the growing mess was beginning to annoy him. Moreover, his glass apparatuses were in need of cleaning too.

         “Won’t you wait for Ellen to clean your room?”

         Halford had his pride. Seeing the derisive smirk on sister’s face he replied that only he gets to sort his books, otherwise he would not be able to find a thing.

        Forgetting the new subject quickly, Allaya gazed over the streets for a longer while before asking, “Is he in the city, whatsoever?”

        “Who? The king? If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t tell you to deliver this thing personally,” lad replied with a chuckle, “But I think he’s about to set out on another escapade. Lately he’s been leaving for other countries more often than usual.”

         After granting him with a curious look, Allaya moved away from the window and sat on the wide, wine-red couch; her arms crossed. “Don’t you think this is kind of odd?”

         Halford chuckled once more, unable to take her concern seriously. “What do you mean? He’s a king. He has to have some businesses to take care of.”

       Girl kept on perplexing her mind. One thought contradicted with another, what confused her more and more. She stretched her legs and relaxed, whispering, “I don’t know how to convince you,” then placed her hand on the back of the head and sighed. “Oh well, never mind,” finishing the subject, elf reached for one of his books. “Do you have any new lectures I could read?”

            “You’ve read the last one, already?”

            Allaya quickly browsed through the pages, not paying any special attention to the content, “Not really, I’m just asking.”

            “Still, you might want to slow down on that reading. I can only get new books when the borders open during Merchant’s Month.” As soon as their conversation ended, there was a knock at the door downstairs. Halford continued “That’s probably Eleanor. Can you let her in?”

            “If I was a mess like you after a sleepless night I wouldn’t want to let her in myself, either,” Allaya let him dismiss that joke and in her playfulness fixed brother’s collar and a bit messy fringe. “You spend too much time working, brother. You need some rest.” Those were the last words before the girl went to let Eleanor in.

            Coming out of Halford’s untidy room was like coming out to wide open grasslands. Even though she had quite a collection of things herself, Allaya was much more organized than her brother - improbable as it could seem. That’s why it is his room that Eleanor took care of on weekly basis.

            Looking out the window by the entrance to make sure it was the maid Allaya came down, edging the balustrade with her fingers. Last of the steps let out the usual, faint squeak afterward the door opened, revealing a girl about her age, whose golden, wavy hair shone in the brightness of the day. Both greeted with warm smiles and an embrace.

            “Aren’t you a bit early today, Ellen?” Allaya invited the maid inside and opened one of the windows soon after.

            “Not really,” was the answer. “Your brother asked me to come earlier so I won’t disturb him later on. Ever tried to make him slow down a little? He’s going to work himself to death.”

            Both laughed.

            “I tried. But it’s of no use. You’re lucky I’m not like him.”

            “I still feel bad that I get paid for cleaning your entire house and you won’t let me clean more than half of it. It’s my job after all.”

            Heading back upstairs, Allaya flapped her wrist at the remark with a pinch of attitude. “You know I won’t let my best friend be my servant.”

            “Yes, yes. I’ve heard it many times…maybe too much.” They laughed again and their giggles reached Halford’s chamber, giving him a chance to fix himself up really quick. Luckily, they took their time to talk a bit longer. Unexpectedly, those giggles turned to whispers he could not decipher.

            “Okay, then I shall see you there,” Allaya’s voice resounded behind the door again afterward the alchemist opened it to greet the maid. They exchanged few words and went about their own business. Meaning, he sent Allaya to the city with few more deliveries to make.

 

*  *  *

 

            Tired and hungry, Allaya returned home just to get something to eat and drink. Looking around the house for Halford’s presence she crept into the dining room and grabbed whatever she could find. For a short while the girl took a seat and ate in silence. She didn’t want her brother to embark her with another task as she had her own plans already made. Dead silence hung in the entire house, making the sound of paper scraping and flips of pages perceivable like any other noise she’d usually hear. Halford did not greed his strength, especially in the past days. She saw that there was constantly more and more weight resting on young lad’s shoulders, but whenever she tried to help him out, or ask to ease up he would disregard those requests. Knowing his nature, there was nothing more Allaya could do.

            After emptying the cup and filling up her stomach with small but warm meal there was another knock at the door. At first, she retreated back into the dining room thinking Halford would answer. However, all that work has taken toll of him.

            “And I’m the one blocking out the world?” the girl thought, remembering what she was told in the morning. Shaking her head in disbelief Allaya finally answered.

            “Top of the day to you, miss!” Seeing a royal messenger at her doorstep, Allaya felt a bit puzzled and displeased.

            “Good morning,” she replied in full readiness for the message the man carried. First, she offered a drink, but he refused.

“Thank you lass, but I need to get back right away…with you. Queen Cillain wishes to speak with you.”

            Young elf titled her head, frowning a little, noticing just in the very moment that he must’ve ran all the way here, judging by shorter breaths. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” Allaya questioned again and went to get some water before he could answer. “Please, come in. It will take a moment.”

           

*  *  *

 

            Once they replenished their strength, both messenger and Allaya went up to the third level. After changing into more formal apparel, she had a bit of trouble keeping up with the courier, whose pace was light and quick. It could’ve been easily assumed that young elf was not too fond of heavy, long dresses – especially when she needed to move swiftly.

 

       Her slim figure appeared in the castle doorway. She entered the spacey throne room that filled with elegancy and brightness of a full day. Even the air, itself, felt lighter and richer on her lungs. Long boots taped as she walked the marble floor. It was stroked by long, delicate curtains swaying gently in the sun that peeked through the long, glassless windows. A small fire cracked silently in the fireplace of size exceeding any of the ones Allaya had ever seen in other, wealthy houses.

       Long time has passed since she visited here. Elf looked up at the arc-shaped ceiling, and then ahead to see the queen resting in her throne. Fair woman of uncommon grace sat up and waved meekly at young elf. A streak of long, light hair was gripped high in the back with a silver clip from under which many more waves cascaded below her shoulders. Little stone placed in the coronet glimmered as she raised her chin to look at the young lass she loved the most. When Allaya approached lady Cillain she bowed gently, and spoke in sincere tone, “You wished to see me, my queen?”

       “Yes my dear,” she replied softly, almost in whisper, as if she wanted only Allaya to hear the coming words. Great pride emanated from her as she closed up upon the curious girl. “I haven’t seen you in a long while, nor heard how you were doing in life.

“Oh, I’m doing very well. Thank you.” She replied politely.

“I’m relieved to hear that. But, I could not help but to wonder over past days,” a moment of silence broke in between them. The woman made an unsure step towards her, “Have you been practicing?”

            Elf looked at her bit surprised and guilty, but didn’t respond. Judging by the expression on her face, the answer was obvious.

       “I asked you not to do it, Allaya” she looked the girl in the eye. “What if someone sees you?”

       “With all due respect, it is not prohibited, so no one has the right to prevent me from doing it.”

       “Of course you have the right, but that’s not what worries me. You have a great gift that barely anyone in the city could possibly possess. People often envy those types of things and they want to get a hold of them.” Woman’s cold palm rested on Allaya’s shoulder. “I love you as if you were my own daughter, you know that. I don’t want anything bad happen to you.”

       Elf nodded slowly. “I’m sorry. But,” the mood changed again, “Where am I supposed to practice then?”

       “If you would be allowed to leave the walls, I would tell you to go somewhere in the forest, but then,” Cillain paused “There’s always the possibility that you could be seen. I ask you not to do it for now. I realize it’s hard for your wild spirit to accept it. Wait until you’re assured you can use it freely among others. It’s only for you own good. You know that.”

       Allaya lowered her head. It was, in fact, difficult for her to agree, because surely that day wouldn’t come soon. She looked away for a short while, afterwards the conversation continued. “Is this why you wanted to see me?”

       “That, and something else,” queen turned about and made her way to the private quarters. “Come with me. I want to give you something.”

        Struck by curiosity, Allaya followed her highness down the long hall where tall columns stood firmly. Walls in between them did not bear windows as opposed to the ones in a corridor they entered shortly after. From underneath golden leaves and curling branches expanded a view at the city, pass by small castle garden, and onto the towering tree crowns. Taller buildings and crowns glimmered brightly among them. It was a view certainly many would envy.

        Next, it was up the stairs to another huge room that happened to be the bedroom of queen Cillain and the king. She stopped in front of a large closet finished in dark, polished wood then gestured for young elf to come up. “Open it.”

         Shyly, Allaya came up to the furniture and opened it after a short moment of suspense. Behind the fragile door, she found an armor of such grace and beauty it was uneasy not to stare at it in complete awe. Her face reflected in the slender, silver breastplate that was richly detailed with thin elegant patterns.

       “I’m not sure why you’d want armor for, but Halford mentioned you’d have something like this in your chamber.” Cillain said silently “I hope you shall find joy in owning such a wonderful masterpiece. I have to admit our smiths did a quite magnificent job.” She smiled with satisfaction upon seeing Allaya overflow with astonishment. “However, I want to believe that you won’t make any use of it in battlefield. Knowing you, I can say you’re not the type that would go and hide during a siege. Also, I find its elegance suited more for presentational purposes rather than protection of a body.”

            Elf glanced at the queen in wonder then back at the great work of smiths.

 “That’s…That’s for me?” Her throat hardly let the words pass through. “I don’t know what to say, my queen.”

       “Say nothing. I will have someone deliver it to your house tonight.”

       “Thank you,” the girl smiled widely, almost with a vibe of an innocent child. “Thank you very much.” And with those words, she bowed and took her leave, as she was dismissed.

 

*  *  *

 

       Sun was still high beyond the peeks of mountains when she returned home, eagerly awaiting delivery.  Eleanor was there to greet her due to Allaya’s absence at the inn, where they were going to meet earlier. Elf apologized and explained what had her preoccupied for past few hours and making no more excuses, after asking Halford to retrieve the delivery for her, they left.  

The path took both girls down to the main gate, which led to a huge, stone bridge placed over a deep, mountain gorge. Guards stood at both ends of the pass; bored with lack of excitement, watching the endless sea disappear far beyond. Their white capes, tied around their necks like scarves, flapped gently in the wind. Elves glanced at young men and gently bowed, Allaya barely showing her pretty smile, while Eleanor spread a wide smirk on her face.

       “Allaya! Just the person I wanted to see,” one of the guards called for elf as she was passing.

       “Hello,” she came to a stop. “Is something wrong?”

       “No, no,” he laughed quietly, “Very opposite. Send thanks to your brother from me and my wife for the herbs. I thought she was never going to sleep normally since that plant incident…err…her and me, actually.”

       “Oh, she was the one that got sprinkled with Laconya’s powder?” She crossed her arms and tried to hold a giggle.

       “Sad but true,” he replied little embarrassed for his wife. “She keeps too many of these odd plants in our garden. I told her to get rid of them or at least put them somewhere where no one would get in contact with. She didn’t listen though.”

       “It sounds like you let Lynna walk over you,” added his watch partner, almost bursting into chortle.

       “Oh, shut up, Garen,” he reacted half-jokingly and half-seriously. “I just love her. What’s wrong about that?” His fist rested on his side, tightened with a dark, leather belt.

       Garen shook his head and raised his hands in refusal “No! I don’t want to start this all over again. Just forget it, Loran.”

       Loran gave him an irritated look, afterwards turned back to young lass with friendlier expression. “Anyway, you have our gratitude, as well. I really couldn’t take those nights filled with her nagging on how she couldn’t even close her eyes. If you will ever need something just let me know, all right?”

       Allaya’s eyes beamed with sudden happiness that their work was appreciated. True, they didn’t help for praise, but it did feel good nonetheless. Also, the job kept bread on the table. In fact even something more than that. Neither she nor Halford could complain for lack of money (However, it would have been nice to have more alchemists and medics in the city than there really were.  With such insignificant number, the work load was sometimes too heavy.)

       Shadow gripped Allaya and Elen when they crossed under another stone arc, shinning like hot iron in embraces of the sunset’s gold. People wandered about the city, chattering, trading and minding own businesses. Cool, evening breeze carried along a cheerful mood and lightness of mind and clouds drifted leisurely high above the tallest peeks of mountains. The sight of open, cool sky made Allaya realize how happy she was to be alive - to be able to enjoy every morning, and that gentle breeze swimming through her hair. Her life was soon to be twice as long as human’s. The very idea that she could be dead by now made her feel so small and meaningless all of a sudden. On the other hand, however, she might live even hundred times longer than that. How, on earth, was she ever going to fill this time with exciting events and experiences that would be worth remembering?

       Out of the blue, she lost the train of thought with Eleanor’s nudge. “Hey, you’re doing this again,” she smiled.

            Allaya quickly looked about then at friend with that guiltless, yet fully aware expression. “Doing what?”

            “Letting your head wander off, of course,” Ellen replied. You should watch it, rather than what’s inside of it when you’re on the street. Especially with the all the building works going on now.”

            “Don’t you worry about that,” Allaya faced her friend and stretched leisurely.

            “I wish I could.”

 

*  *  *

 

            A mild shiver ran down Eleanor’s back as both elves entered into the warm likes of a large tavern. Cozy interior, filled with temperate tones of fires and smells of freshly harvested meat engulfed many towns’ people, especially those of lower standards. A moment it was before the girls found a suitable spot by the wooden wall and soft seat covers took the weight off her legs.

            In the other corner of the building soft music resounded, fit for a late evening such as it was. First few minutes they both spent silently, watching all that was happening around, glancing at the musicians from time to time and sipping wine sparingly before the meal came.

            “Why did you want to meet here today?” Ellen asked, putting her drink away. “Usually it is the inn at the second level that we go to.”

            Allaya’s emerald eyes, now golden in the setting of the place, looked up from below dark lashes. Her lip curved a tad in her cunningness afterward she spoke “Reginald arrived at the city yesterday. I highly doubt he’d look for me here.”

        The young prince of Vasaugh city was Allaya’s fiancé for about half a year now. Even so, she had no special feelings to him whatsoever. There were whispers among some of Edelentian people, admiring Allaya for agreeing for the symbolic marriage that would unite both kingdoms creating one, most powerful empire Ryrim had seen. The loyalty to their rulers and will to bear such responsibility was worth a good word, considering her young age and wild spirit - especially since she was no princess, but only a possible inheritor of the throne along with Halford. Ellen, however, knew the most influential reason behind friend’s actions (it wasn’t the smartest one too.) Disagreeing gaze spoke for the golden-haired lass. Her arms crossed and she leaned on the table as though scorning Allaya, to which she replied.

        “I know what you’re thinking,” a silent sigh interrupted momentarily. “Sometimes I think of that day, always trying to refuse as I try to alter the story in my head. You know I can’t turn back the time or back away on my duty.”

        “And you know well it’s not your duty. You just agreed to that on your own, and for what?” There she stopped, thinking Allaya would take over, but she did not, only her eyes  looked up to meet Ellen’s, thus the girl proceeded with more tender, caring voice. To make her point even clearer, Eleanor’s hands clutched around friend’s wrist to establish closer bond. “Allaya, you’re my friend. I don’t want to see you throw away your future just to prove yourself to your brother, or the queen, or whomever else. It’s not worth it.”

        “Ellen,” Allaya pulled away. Heaviness grew in her heart along with stronger regret. “If you were told how worthless you are so often, you’d wish to bounce off the bottom as well.”

        Eleanor squinted with disagreement and shook her head. “But nobody ever told you you’re worthless. Sure, maybe Halford mocks you sometimes, or some say you’re caught up in dreams and stories, but that doesn’t mean you’re worthless. Everyone has some interests and do things they enjoy.”

        “Alright,” dark brows bent in irritancy and Allaya cut her off. “My mind is made. I won’t spend my life with a label of a childish tree jumper. I am capable of so much more, and this is my chance to show it.”

        “But what if you’ll have to move to Vasaugh?”

        “Ellen, please. Don’t make it any harder to me. I’m not planning to move yet. We shall see what happens. The marriage is still not scheduled.”

        Their eyes met again; filled with sadness and perhaps anger toward the whole situation. It occurred to Ellen that her friend was as stubborn as Halford, but the time being, she chose not to bring that up, afraid of possible argument. Night was still young, thus both ladies decided to forget the conversation and enjoy themselves among tasty meals, cheerful music and couple of dances with some of the young men they knew. When the time finally came to head out, some of them offered their company that especially Eleanor was in favor of.

 

*  *  *

 

        Far from eager to meet Reginald, Allaya’s way to the top echelon was about to be leisure and enjoyable before having to face his countenance. Her dislike had nothing to do with man’s attitude. Truthfully, he was nice and polite. It was just the fact that there was no love in her heart toward that prince. Also, she didn’t feel very comfortable around him. The moment when Reginald entered their house, with company of four knights, stuck in her memory maybe too clear. That confident, turgid smile that painted on his visage never made any impression on her, yet there she was, accepting his proposal the very same day.

      

       Tall, iron door opened with a tremble. Old screws and nails squeaked heavily. There they were - the queen and Reginald, sitting at the long, marble, table, occupied with food from the finest cooks in the city. In every corner of the pentagonal chamber there was a servant, ready to assist. She held her breath, straightened up and hoped it’d be over soon.

       “There goes my sweet, future bride.” Lad stood up from the table with open arms, ready for an embrace.

       “Welcome…sweetheart,” elf forced those words along with a faint smile. Essentially, as she began to think, seeing his welcoming smirk, maybe she could find it in herself to treat him as someone bit closer than complete stranger. There was no disrespect from his part, so perhaps the least she could do was to find a friend in the prince.        

       Stretched corners of her lips made Allaya look innocent as a delicate, young lamb. “What brings you here all the way from Vasaugh?”

       “Oh, nothing too bad,” Reginald replied and led her back to the table. “It’s just something regarding our marriage.”

       More servants entered the room to offer another round of drinks and more food, causing a moment of disturbance.

       “What about it?” Allaya took a sip of wine. She knew that queen wanted her to act more royal and proud, yet she preferred to go straight to the point than sneak up to it word by word.

       “You see,” his lips glittered from drink. “There are some problems concerning Outer Islanders. Our scouts have reported small army slowly moving onto our lands, thus we’ve gathered our forces and went to meet them. It’s been three days since then. My father and I agreed that the marriage should be held up until more peaceful time, and since I’m not some heartless and careless man, I came to tell you that in person.”

       The way that girl successfully pretended to be little disappointed made her giggle inside. It was really good news in her eyes. As she thought - one concern less.

       “I see. If this is how things are,” Allaya sighed and shrugged a little “Then there’s no need for marriage for the sake of time. The safety of your city is more important in a case such as that.”

       “That’s what we all agreed on, back in Vasaugh.” The cup tilted to his lips once more. “All we need now is council’s approval.”

Queen Cillain sat quietly, gazing back and forth at the couple with a furtive smirk. Her long smooth neck straightened up, and albino brow rose in pride and gentleness of a swan. A perfect, graceful emblem of the entire city she was.

      “Do you need our say-so on that as well?” Her voice was so faint and delicate they could scarcely hear it. Ah, that’s why I’m also here.” Reginald withdrew a little scroll from under his garment. “The document needs the council’s signature as well as yours and your husband, my queen. The earliest date we think possible for the ceremony is in four months. We can’t assure it’s a certain decision, though. Humans may regroup and another party of soldiers will be needed on the front. For now, however, we have everything under control.” Elf clasped and rubbed his hands with satisfaction. “Those outlanders will not set foot in our borders.”

       “That’s good,” Allaya added.

       “I agree.” Cillain turned to one of her servants and asked to fetch the orator of the council. “We’ll have this paper delivered to them today. Are you planning on staying here for the night?”

       “Yes, I’d rather bring the document back personally.”

       “Very well then,” she slowly rose from the table “The room will be ready for you shortly. Till then, please make yourself at home.”

       “I thank you, and guarantee I shall not fail enjoy such gratifying hospitality. If you don’t mind me saying, it truly is an honor to be welcome at your grand city,” Reginald bowed vaguely and took his leave. The room promptly filled with emptiness and echoing wind that brought the autumn chill along. Before her leave, the queen asked for closing the windows and throwing more wood to the fireplace.

 

* * *

 

      “Allaya wait!” a loud shout reached the girl as she walked down the main stairway outside the citadel. Reginald trotted after her. Momentarily, his wind-torn hair blocked his view. “Hold on sweetheart! I wanted to talk to you.” His deep, blue eyes were sapphires shining upon her.

       “Ugh,” she muttered to herself but remained courteous in reply. “Yes, Reginald?”

       Their palms united in a soft grip he surprised her with, and a quiet sigh escaped from his breast. “Tell me. Are…are you disappointed because of the delay?” The lad seemed a bit saddened and guilty.

       “Oh no,” Allaya’s response was instant yet kind. She flapped her pitch black lashes underneath a troubled frown. “I understand it is for the best of all of us.”

       “It’s noble of you to think so, but that’s not what I meant.” Prince shook his head, and then put his arm around her in invitation for a walk.

       They passed the private stables and reached the courtyard, from where they made their way to the Observational Tower. It was a restricted place to common people. It wasn’t much of an ordinary tower, but a separate structure in itself, also considered a part of the castle. It could be accessed only by authorized citizens. One of the sentinels welcomed both of them with a slight nod and opened the door to the spiral stairway.

       Crescent balcony was bright like a winter morning, bathed in the sunlight of a soaring day. Green, delicate vines climbed up to the very flanks of the tower, weaving in between them.

       They sat on the bench, enjoying the mountain breeze and gentle sighs of the sea, silently calling far beyond the borders of its waters. Bit confused, lass reminded him the subject he started back at the entrance to the main hall.

       “Yes, I know,” Reginald nodded and boldly stretched past the seatback before he continued. “I meant to ask you: Are YOU disappointed because of the marriage delay. I didn’t mean if it’s better or not, but if you in reality do want to marry me?”

       “I,” girl’s eyes wandered off, following a flower petal that danced in the air. Her feelings wanted to speak for her, yet at first it proven impossible. “I have to be honest with you, Reginald. I am not sure, at all. Remember that you surprised me with this offer. I never got to know you.”

       “I know. I know, sweetie.”

       “Please,” she raised her palm in disregard “Don’t call me that. It - it just doesn’t feel right. It makes me feel uncomfortable.”

       “Oh,” the prince silenced; and put his hands rested on his lap; thumbs twiddled in slight awkwardness that surrounded them both. “I see.”

       “I’m so sorry,” Allaya felt equally bad - or maybe even worse.  Perhaps it simply wasn’t in her to give up her happiness for the sake of politics. “I think you’re a really nice man. It’s just…I can’t make myself love you.”

       “No, I understand,” was his reply, “Nothing by force. I suppose then it’s better for us to wait and give it all a bit more time – to get to know each other.”

       Girl smiled in agreement; glad they could find a way to make it all work out. From that moment young couple talked for an hour or so, yet avoiding each other’s eyes most of the time. Later on, Allaya realized it was time to go home. Perhaps she could help Halford out with something…anything, because the awkwardness of conversation they had going, switching subjects to most random at times, was becoming unbearable, so she excused herself and rushed back home to take that burden off her mind and relax.

 

* * *

 

       Few days have passed since Reginald returned to his city with the document. Allaya hasn’t heard from him since then, nevertheless pushed that concern to the farthest corners with the rest of thoughts she found unnecessary. There was too much on her mind. There were things, problems and fears she didn’t want to share with, but to take care of them independently. Lass came inside her room and took the weight - diminutive as it was - off her feet. Black hair poured over the seatback like an ebony waterfall with a stroke of shine, while eyes of emerald reflected autumn’s colors coming from outside open window. It’s slowly coming to an end, she thought. Another long winter was on its way and toward her detest winters were always longer here in the sub-northern regions.

 

*  *  *

           

       The day was long and boring. She moved from one room to another, then outside to their garden in order to get some fresh air and then back inside. After long time of pointless wandering about, Allaya assumed it was probably a good time to finally try on her birthday gift, but since it would be probably too hard to do it herself, Allaya sent out a corn dragon with invitation for Ellen.

            At first she was going to warn Halford they were about to have a guest, but toward her slight surprise he wasn’t at his office. The young alchemist was probably at the infirmary helping out or simply having a meeting with other doctors. At least, they did not have to worry about disrupting him.

            When Ellen finally came, the girls retreated back to her room where Allaya changed her clothing to something that would fit better underneath the armor afterward asked Eleanor for helm with putting it all on.

            It has proven to be a quite tedious work, since none of them really had any experience with that, or much knowledge about placement of all the bits, belts and buckles. But, after quite some time and struggle, the girls managed to put it all together quite neatly.

       The mirror admired Allaya like a devoted lover. With a smile of satisfaction she slowly spun around, examining every bit of steel that clung to her as if it was poured onto her body. Deep blue cape draped over her back. It was quite heavy for a piece of cloth, but how elegant, indeed. She looked like a queen and a warrior, endowed with silver, black and blue. And the boots - they were bit unusual. At their peaks, there was an extra plate of armor, almost vertical. It was hard to find a sensible purpose for that, but in the end Allaya assumed that little, extra feature was just for the appearance.

            “Hmm,” said Ellen, covering a naughty smile. “It looks to me like you could sell a pretty good kick with those boots.” Then both giggled in their childish amusement.

            “Do you really think so?”  Allaya silenced and eyed the boots with an lighthearted scowl, and then giggled again.

            Ellen shrugged and opened her arms, moving away from the mirror. “I have no idea. But that doesn’t mean you can’t.”

            She glanced at her reflection once more – the front, the back and side. “What do you think Ellen?”

            “It looks pretty. Now you just need a helmet, a sword and you can go fight those humans whenever they come.”

            “Very funny. But,” Allaya raked her hair back and in heavy steps approached one of her drawers. She pulled by small, circular knob and reached for a dark scabbard, resting there with many other things. “I do have a sword.”

            Only a heavy sigh was Ellen’s answer at first. She rolled her eyes and let her reflection stand beside her friend’s once more. It wasn’t in her to scorn, or put Allaya down for what she liked and enjoyed. In fact, that’s why they were best friends. They understood each other well, traded own dreams and secrets and respected even the wildest ones, if not shared. At least as long as it meant no harm to the other. With Allaya she thought pretty much anything was possible, and yet, the bond of trust was still very strong between them.

            “Are you going to show yourself to queen in that?” subsequently to armor admiration, light haired lass asked.

            Placing one foot forward making a little pose, Allaya eyed the armor one last time and turned to her friend. “Perhaps I should. She did mention to come so she could see. And I feel like my last thanks did not really suffice last time. Hey, Ellen,” she started while trying to fix her leather gloves. “Could you tighten the strap around those gloves? They’re a bit loose and slipping.”

            So she did.

 

            First few steps down the stairs were quite difficult, but by the time they reached the door Allaya had more control of her movements. She did trip a few times on the street, nonetheless - especially with such unusual boot tips. They turned from their street and made their way up, but before they reached the bridge a loud roar of the warning horn reverberated through the entire city. Walls and ground vibrated from the powerful bellow and the people seized their activities, growing concerned and scared. It’s been so long since anyone heard that sound.

            “What’s going on?” Ellen asked, nervously watching around, when a group of soldiers came running down toward the main wall. Dozens of armors clicked, and gritted as they ran, but they could not hear an answer among the suddenly arisen racket; nothing except “Quickly, to the shelter, we’re under attacked!” that some of the men yelled out.

            “What?” Allaya looked after them, but they were gone as quickly as they came.

            “Allaya! Come on, we have to go.” Ellen grabbed her hand. In this moment, though, Allaya felt another force, tugging her the other way around. She has never seen a battle before, nor did anything interesting happen in many years. Was it a sudden need to appease her hunger for a thrill?

            “Wait!” she said, and released herself from the grip.

            “What?” friend’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What is it this time? We have to hide, now!” Seeing a determination in Allaya’s face, Eleanor could expect only the worst answer. She didn’t want to listen and tried to grab Allaya again, but in all her stubbornness she has proven stronger and broke free once more, scratching Ellen’s palm with the steel bracer.

            “I just want to see it. I’m not stupid. You know I can’t fight.” Saying that, she started going back against the current of swarming people, heading to one of the broad towers nearby.

            “Allaya,” Ellen shouted, following her closely. “Are you mad?”

            “I’ll be fine. I just want to see and we can go.”

            Ellen could not believe what she heard. She gritted her teeth in stress and pleaded Allaya to at least make it quick since she was already upon the wall, heading up the tower while she waited downstairs. For quite a while the terrified girl continued to shout it was crazy and dangerous, pressing herself tightly to the cold stone. She was shaking.

            Vast blow of air meet her as Allaya reached the top and threw herself onto the massive flanks. She saw the cloud of durst stir below, and then noticed the approaching enemy. Something was wrong. The army wasn’t as numerous as she expected. It was quite small, and yet heading confidently against the walls hoping to breach through. Was there something she missed? Her attention rested on the main wall trying to see what they will do. General Agatone was there. The bright emblem on the dark cloak stood out amongst other soldiers like a rose among weeds. He seemed confused, but when the enemy got close enough he ordered a volley. Strong, deep voice resounded, followed by whistles of arrows and screams of falling people. They weren’t just people though. She heard a lot of roars and agonizing screams that did not sound human. The confusion was endless at the moment. Have they gained allies? No, it wasn’t possible.

            “Ellen!” Allaya leaned out the flanks and repeated what she saw. As soon as she was done her friend pleaded again for her to finally come down. That’s what she was about to do, but before she knew a huge shadow swooped over Allaya’s head and with a shriek landed before her. A giant nefrit picked up its small four-eyed head and gazed down upon her. In the saddle was a rider – a human, judging by body proportions, heavily armored.

            “There you are my dear queen,” the man spoke deeply from underneath his helmet; followed by a profound, humble chortle.

            Paralyzed with fear, Allaya stared at the furry beast as it half-folder it’s feathery wings. He moved it onward and a little to the side so he could reach her but Allaya grabbed her sword and waved it by of creature’s thick neck few times. An arrow, fired by some nearby soldier passed by them so the rider ordered the creature to seize the girl and they took off.

             Entire world whirled in her head as she tried to free herself of a tight clasp. The city grew smaller and smaller and her heart raced in fear of the rapidly growing height. As soon as her head got used it, Allaya noticed the entire army lying at the walls, dead; every single one of them, every man and humanoid. Tears filled her eyes. Thinking about her fate, elf surrendered to panic and desolation, except for some cause there was no regret for her actions.

Blood pulsed in her temples and sides ached from the metal pinching her delicate body. Eyes were swollen, wet from tears caused by both pain and the cold air.

 

       “So when are we supposed to dispose of her?” A voice came along with approaching flap of another pair of wings. It was bit mute because of the whistling coil and a pressure growing in her head.

       “Kill? No. We have to keep her alive. She’s our key to win the city.”

       “Wouldn’t it be easier to bring it to the ground?”

       “IDIOT!” the voice raised as the wind grew stronger. “What use can we possibly have of ruins? Our ruler said this will work, and he’d kill us if the army did any major damage to the city.”

        The rest of their words seemed to be only mumbles, because of the ringing in her ears. However, from what she caught in that conversation, things didn’t look good. Once again, Allaya tried to break free. Unfortunately, those efforts were futile. After few minutes of struggles with the creature’s claws, she finally surrendered to its powerful clutch and her own despair.

 

*  *  *

 

        Lost in time and space she only perceived the hunger pressing firmly along with terrible thirst. Blood still circled violently in her aching head while cold wind hurt her chest and the young girl finally embraced exhaustion; although, she wasn’t the only one whose strength waned with the growing distance. Time was essential and the two men hastened the mounts mercilessly in that cool, dry air.

 

        Landing heavily with huge anticipation that almost crushed the girl, both creatures puffed uneasily when they were at long last able to put their elongated muzzles in water and catch some breath. It was far less than they needed, but as the time came, nefrits resumed obediently - with more struggle under masters’ pressure.

 

*  *  *

 

        Second day of flight was almost reaching its end. They crossed the borders across the mountain valley and reached the open grasslands of western province. A wild, peaceful land it was. Their shadows racing in the greens and yellows of barely inhabited county, perfect for such smuggling, they thought.

        Before long, the weariness finally caught up with the two males, blinding them both from realizing that the nefrit, in its own overtiredness, loosened its grasp around the captive and Allaya was lost in the falling night.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

Unexpected savior

 

 

       “What do you expect me to do about her when she wakes?” faint sounds began to reach through the lake of a deep sleep as Allaya started to come out of her exhaustion. Her head felt heavy and that terrible ringing inside of it still lingered, as though someone was purposely pounding a giant bell right next to her.

       “I don’t know,” another voice followed, and she glimpsed an outline of its owner through her barely opened, darkened eyes. “But look at her, she seems harmless. Let her sleep it off for now.”

       “You know she can’t stay.”

       The other acknowledged that silently. “Are you mad I brought the poor thing here? I couldn’t just leave her in the lake.”

       “No,” the voice replied calmly giving away the vibe of struggle with owner’s conscience. He confirmed his understanding and continued. “She’s an elf, isn’t she?”

       There was a pause, and one of them moved up closer. The veil, covering the figures, hung stubbornly as though protecting Allaya from the outcome of being able to grasp what has happened. For now though, she was too disoriented to let the fear come through.

       “I think so.” To that answer, the other one exhaled deeply toward unwanted expectations that came to be true.

       Their conversation stopped as Allaya finally gave some life signs. With quite a struggle she let out a cough and then a silent gasp. Her eyes opened sharply to envelope thick, twisted roots slithering down an odd ceiling. It took her a moment to put herself together enough; afterward she sprung up swiftly to realize she was not alone, screaming in alarm to two strange creatures that stared at her.

       Startled, they covered their ears, trying to calm terrified elf down. “Stop! Stop! Stop screaming.” Blue skinned creature shouted, stretching his hand out in reassuring gesture. “We won’t hurt you,” he comforted subsequently.

       “Stay away from me!” were the first words as she squirmed back against the wall. Her hair was like disobedient curtain on her face, enveloping half of its mortified look. “Who the hell are you? Where am I?” Hiding under furry bed sheets, Allaya glared at them defensively, then straightened up a tad to get a clearer look at whom she was dealing with. That aggression dispersed soon though, due to comprehension these were not the faces of her captors. They were not even human, but humanoid. Scared stiff as she was, young girl simply stared back at the duo, clueless of their next, or even her own, move. And so, taking that into notice, both agreed to leave her alone, to give her some time to ease the tangled nerves.

 

       Silence embraced still, feminine figure as Allaya sat there alone on a creaky bed. It was made of some fat planks, a pile of various kinds of cloth and fur that she still clutched in her cold palms. She perceived soft sounds of air circling quietly under her nose, now slower with coming relief. The tension that has clenched her so stubbornly for past day, or however long it was, also seemed to evaporate from her body. Eager to be rid of that horrible stress, elf took few anticipating breaths then stretched a little before she could finally let out a deep sigh that cleared her lungs of such burdening weight. In the consuming disorientation Allaya looked around hastily to find out that, strangely, it was not the place she expected to awake at. As relieving as it was, another question needed to be answered. What was that place? Or more importantly…where?

       Reticent in this unfamiliar surrounding, Allaya did not leave the bed, still too weak or anxious to do so. Instead, she examined the new area. From the burning fire place in front of her, to all the odd objects that apparently belonged once to people of various cultures, such as assorted wall ornaments, paintings, and valuables, even few books. But there were more of practical stuff too, such as weaponry and traps they must’ve gotten…or stolen somewhere else. Everything she saw in this room and considered unfamiliar appeared to be hand made; sturdy constructed, but not very elegant, like one of the large chairs standing in the corner. Its massive legs tied up with ropes and pierced with few rusty nails held together a seat upon which some sort of animal hide was laid out.

       Next, elven eye met her own reflection in an old, dusty mirror which humbly leaned against the wall, aware of its apparent uselessness. She was pale, her hair a mess, and her armor was gone. Have they taken it? Or simply relieved her of its discomfort? She wondered, asking all these questions, yet before long gave in to a rest once more.

    

        “Something’s cooking,” Allaya concluded from a rich smell that danced before her nose. “Oh! My head.” Elf’s sight was shrouded under that dark veil again. Still, sharp enough to spot familiar roots, coming to understanding she did not flee from her dreaded nightmare, for it was real. She rolled to the less aching side when there was a loud smashing noise of a ceramic cup she knocked off. From the shards of the dish, her gaze moved onto the broad shoulders of the owner of that murky house. Obviously aware she was no longer asleep the stranger did not acknowledge her just yet, doing something by the fire. Its gentle, warm light edged dark silhouette, while the rest was still a mystery yet unrevealed.

       “You finally woke,” he said, slightly turning his head just so Allaya could catch a bit of the countenance she did not entirely grasp before. “I have to admit, you know how to rest, elf.” A moment of silence crept in between the two as he turned to meet her. Trepidation occupied the deepness of emeralds that her eyes were, and every move she made to bring her feet onto the floor was sluggish and cautious. Taking her sight off him for only a second she managed to break through her bewilderment.

            “You’re an…easkull…aren’t you?” elf’s voice was but a whisper.

            To that, he let out a single snigger, as though he knew he shouldn’t have expected Allaya to begin in any other manner than she did. “If you speak of the younger race that’s far different than our animal cousins, then yes, I am an easkull.” He answered and turned back around to put fresh firewood onto a pile.

            “What happened to me?’ another question followed shortly. The bashfulness she emanated was hard to take no notice of. He understood Allaya was concerned, most certainly confused and lost, although young easkull kept his answers short and did not intend to commence into a deeper conversation with this creature.

            “Odeius brought you here after finding you in our lake.”

            “Ode-what?”

            “The elentarn that was here earlier.”

            “Elentarn?” she wiped her eyes and fixed the hair hurriedly. “I’m sorry, I can’t recall much of what happened.”

            Blazing his strong neck stranger sighed quietly under his nose and sat up on a small stool, looking at her for a few moments in his pondering. “That’s because you’re probably starved and thirsty.” Allaya’s pale skin and sunken eyes were the clearest proof. “Give me a moment and I’ll have something for you too. It’s a shame you destroyed one of my last cups, though,” Saying that he kneeled at the foot of the bed and picked ceramic shards from wet floor, aware he’s been stared at in a rather curious manner. “It’s not easy to get a hold of anything like that if you live in a middle of nowhere, you know.”

            There was an apology painting under Allaya’s dark, brows, thus the stranger quickly let it go. Just that look in her eye was enough to see she was a harmless one, maybe even a bit pathetic, he thought later. “Eh,” a silent groan came after; it wasn’t supposed to come off rude. “I’ll get you some more water. Wait here.”

            “Thank you…” a string of silence stretched in the stead of his name.

            “Azuryt,” easkull replied peacefully with a bit of gruff in his voice as he poured water into another cup. In a mater of seconds, the elven girl emptied its content, gaining satisfying comfort upon quenching that parching thirst. Soon later, with better control of thoughts Allaya finally gathered enough strength and confidence to leave the bed, while easkull refilled the cup again and placed it at the table for later. While the remaining weakness still surged through her veins, a gentle tingle strolled round her knees and down to the very tips of her toes like pesky, little ants. A couple of steps back and forth and few stretches made it all better, afterward soft whispers of a cool breeze from outside led Allaya out to the doorway, in a momentary disregard of creature’s watchful stare. Already used to the dark environment, the girl needed a minute to get used to the brightness of the sun. What revealed before her was a completely foreign territory of which dark, naked ground transformed, as her view expanded, into huge sea of high, rich grass, flowers and other wild plants that must’ve never been touched by a blade before. Few hills tumbled timidly to the left, and as she panned east, Allaya could spot trees, that formed an unrecognizable to her forest as the curious watch progressed right. There she stopped, for her attention rested upon stretching mountain chains, fading into deepness of the blue on a far horizon. It came to elf’s awareness how far away from home she must’ve been. One part of her did not wish to know more just yet, but in the current circumstances it was essential to find out.

            “Where is this place?” with an exhale, Allaya leaned against wooden doorframe in apprehension of host’s answer; still as a sculpture, slowly taken aback by the heart-consoling view. Prosperous colors of the panorama that at first seemed to be a scene from a distant memory, or a beautiful dream, painted before her in various greens, grays and blues, deep as the seas themselves. It was beautiful. Her awe melted away as the answer came through all those racing thoughts.

            “West province of Ryrim,” easkull replied with ease and smoothness in a voice elf already knew as bit rougher.

            “Wait…west, or far west?”

            “I didn’t say far, did I?” Azuryt answered wittily, getting ready to fetch the food from the golden embers of a small fireplace. While he did that, Allaya’s face rested in her trembling palms. She slid down to a squat, in disbelief of the situation she’d found herself in.

            “No…no, no,” she murmured, looking plain ahead as it all finally came down to her understanding, “I don’t believe it. I’ve been kidnapped, treated like a rag doll, lost in some forsaken place and I’m talking to a humanoid.”

            Giving it but an insignificant snort, Azuryt ignored the last bit, even though he was about to retort at first. “Come,” he then said, rising once more from small, timber stool and put two little meals in a large, wooded plate atop the table. “You should eat.” Only when easkull mentioned food had Allaya sensed the nice smell of roasted meat, similar to that of a chicken. Although, it was no chicken, but some kind of a smaller, wild bird that creature hunted earlier.

She found Azuryt’s ability to cook quite surprising, despite the fact that it was only a plain roasted bird. Nevertheless it was just one of many things he’s been taught over the years. He was aware the skills weren’t fit for a qualified, elven kitchen, but it was surely enough to get by in life comfortably.

            Careful not to burn himself, Azuryt touched the bird, after what took it in both hands, sticking nail-less thumbs into its open chest to break it in half. The unpleasant sound of small, cracking bones and ripping flesh sent a shiver down Allaya’s spine. Her elbows edged the table top then pressed closely to her sides. She eyed her own snack with lesser demand, sealing lips close over clenched teeth.

            “Well?” the tone of his voice hid a note of impatience. Regardless of the fact he did not feel too comfortable with an elf around he was brought up well enough to know he had to wait for guest to eat first.

        For a moment Allaya met his countenance, deciphering a little bother behind             more tranquil mask. Long fingers curled at her knees as she looked back at the plate in reassurance coming from growling belly. “Um,” she started timidly; her eyes rolled down and back up “I don’t suppose you have any forks or knives, do you?”

        Giving her a little squint Azuryt said he wasn’t sure what forks were, but could still offer a knife. In the same moment, the wilder side of his nature craved for meal right this instant, in fierce disregard to girl’s requests, yet his better self was constantly being reminded of all the values he’d learned from closest people in his life. So, he forced himself out of the chair. As uncomfortable as the creature felt, he wouldn’t let it bother him. What he considered doing, was simply to let the girl replenish her strength, maybe provide with some food and water for the travel, politely bid farewell and have nothing more to do with her kind ever again. At least, that’s how he planned it, initially.

            Therefore, Azuryt made his way to another room in the back of the house to get what Allaya asked for. Cold shadow devoured him upon entering a hollowed room that made for storage. In there he kept most of the food and other belongings him and Odeius have ever collected. In that small, gray space there was an old, scratched cupboard standing in far-left spot. Bare were the walls, providing cool temperature for supplies, and air seemed oddly damp for some cause. It only got damper as he approached the cabinet. His brow bent into a frown as he reached for small, squeaky knobs. A sudden air of surprise brushed over easkull’s face to find the bottom of the little cupboard gone - now but a water filled tunnel, worming down inside the ground. Before he could weave a single thought on that, Odeius’ head popped up from the darkness, shouting “It’s finished!” and truly caught off guard Azuryt sprung up in natural impulse and banged his head at the last remaining shelf inside the cabinet. He hissed in pain and massaged the aching spot before turning his attention to slightly amused, yet - to his fortune - remorseful friend.

            “I’m sorry,” he mumbled out through a snicker, hiding modestly between narrow shoulders.

            “What in the pit did you do to my cupboard?” Easkull’s voice rose a tad, trying to hide his scare in anger, and then looked at his palm for a slightest streak of blood that would right him to get back at floating elentarn. He was certain Odeius purposely waited there just to jump out at him for own delight. That would explain his delay for dinner. “It’s not the best time for stupid jokes.”  

            “I just thought you needed a bit of distraction,” he laughed, but ceased shortly seeing it failed to work as he planned. “In all seriousness though,” his voice changed, bringing forth the more mature person. He then explained hearing footsteps and not being able to help himself. There, elentarn resumed the previous subject.

“I made an extra passage,” his weight was lifted on arms and he pulled out the slim, white body, careful not to damage anything with a stiff tail that was almost as long as him. “It leads from my place here.”

            “Why?” he appeared unable to grasp the concept.

            Taking it was no rhetorical question Odeius wiped his eyes and shook off the remaining water. The bizarre crest ending with a finlike tip wiggled as he did so. The tip glowed for a fraction of a second. “It’s an elentarn thing. We build extra exits just in case of any unexpected circumstances. They prove quite useful at times.”

            “Okay,” three fingered hands rested on bulky sides and a nervous nod followed to show his unenthusiastic acceptance “But why the clo-”

            “Oh, I see she’s awaken,” completely forgetting about Azuryt’s existence marine friend rushed into the main room from where Allaya eyed him in astonishment, not as prominent as the last time they’ve seen, but still enough to be perceivable. “You look much better,” he said, proudly puffing his green chest out to make himself more respectable in guest’s presence. “I don’t suppose we’ve been introduced yet. My name’s Odeius, and I’m a simple elentarn. I live for myself and I don’t care how world looks at me.” He bowed and stated jokingly, although it was all far from a lie. He did not care about anyone’s opinion as much as he cared for doing whatever brought him joy. It was an essence of a free spirit that dwelled in youthful heart. But it was not until his parents’ departure that he could finally bring all boundaries down like an unruly wall – holding only to the most important ones there were.

            Creature advanced onward, while Azuryt followed few steps behind, gawking at the performance of his friend. The corner of his lip stretched a bit with curiosity when Odeius circled around the table with hands tied in the back, examining Allaya. Her sight tracked all his moves displaying equal interest. That one was much friendlier, she thought to herself and gave a small, timid smile, as his attitude somewhat improved her humor. Maybe it was just the way soft features of his marine face appeared to vividly reflect the laid back and cheerful nature, like a giant sign that clearly stated ‘I’m one of those friendly folks’. Thinking that, Allaya giggled inside her head and shared her name, as well.

            “Also, I’d like to thank you. I’ve heard from your friend what you’ve done for me,” elf acknowledged Azuryt with a bob of her head as he sat back at the table and handed her a knife. She thanked, receiving a soft smirk, but nothing more.

            “Don’t mention it,” Odeius answered and pulled up a seat, next spoke to Azuryt, being the one to draw him away from immersing into the feast again. “I hope you didn’t burn mine,” then took his share off the flames, giving it a moment to cool down, while his friend and Allaya started to consume the food.

            “I don’t know,” the reply came after easkull swallowed his first bite. “If you hadn’t waited to jump out at me it would probably be better.”

            “Nah,” elentarn spoke with a full mouth, squinting one eye at him. “It’s fine.”

            They ate in silence, maybe occasionally speaking to one another, excluding Allaya from that circle. It did not bother her. The girl had more important things on her mind right now. She cut off another piece and ate it, enjoying the salty tenderness of white meat and crispier skin. Her hand grasped around the pewter jug and tilted slowly not to spill. After gulping the last drop of water Allaya finally felt the satisfying fullness in her belly.

            In secrecy the girl gaped from under her brow at two humanoids in attempts to recall anything she’d ever read on the subject of their races. The small library in elf’s head did not hold much more than the basic information. Remembering Azuryt’s words, she already knew he was from a higher subspecies of his race. The intelligent one, capable of talking, and pretty much everything she was, excluding the stereotypical beliefs of some people that his kinfolk were more of animals than human-folk. There were some theories as to how those humanoid easkulls emerged. One of the most common speculation stated that the said subspecies was a result of a ‘Sick Interracial Act’, and even though there was no certainty of theory’s believability, people got used to that idea; especially because of few behavioral similarities - supposedly meaning some form of aggression that was more threatening in pair with their strength - and obviously the appearance.

          A quite young species it was, as Azuryt mentioned, that did not enclose its people within cities, or gathered in towns, save for few encampments - if one could call it that. The cultural riches and history also weren’t worth the trouble of putting into encyclopedias, because it all was so scanty.

         Odeius on the other hand…she did not know much about his kind, save for an interesting fact that this creature, although marine, could spend up to few hours on dry land. Besides that, nothing else sparked in her head. It was all due to her interest in more popular, more significant races that Allaya skipped the lesser ones.

         It surprised the girl she did not realize for so long that, evidently, both Azuryt and his friend were not accustomed to clothing. Fortunately, the similar physiology of their retractable anatomy spared her distasteful sights.

         “So what’s your story?” Loudly speaking, elentarn startled elf out of her thinking pool. Was she unknowingly looking at him in all that distraction that he decided to invite her to the conversation circle?

         Dazed up a little, Allaya bit her lower lip, returning their gazes. She began to put the words together before speaking them aloud. “I’m not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Besides the fact that my city, Edelenti, was attacked and I was mistakenly kidnapped in the stead of my queen, I have no idea what was all that I saw. If I didn’t put that armor on, I...” there she stopped, sensing the absence of the steel with her touch.

          “Yes, we took it off for you” Azuryt responded, “and put it outside so it could dry out.”

          “Oh,” those words calmed her right away. She thanked shortly, afterward also thanked for the meal and went outside to catch some more sun. The duo remained inside.

 

           First few moments after guest’s departure both guys sat quietly. There was something going through Azuryt’s mind, hence Odeius was at first trying to refrain from asking anything. He leaned at the table, crossing his arms, looked out to see the girl sitting not far from the entrance. After tending to her armor for couple of minutes she disappeared out of sight, there was a chance he could talk to his easkull friend of her.

          “So?” He asked silently.

          “What?”

         “Don’t you think that one is alright?”

         Azuryt sighed and rolled his eyes at elentarn. Was he really going to have to go through that old talk again? He thought to himself. “Even if,” easkull began in deeper, honest tone “you know I’ve sworn to myself…”

        “I know, I know,” then Odeius had a closer look at the blue companion, as though something particular has caught his attention. There was uneasy weariness in his eyes, and that was the cause of momentary change of subjects. “You look tired,” he noted, as if slightly concerned.

        Easkull only acknowledged remark with a quick glance that shortly returned at the table top.

        “You didn’t have problems with those nightmares again, did you?” Sincerity dominated the conversation while elentarn tried to maintain trivial lightness in the atmosphere.

        With one hand, Azuryt blazed his head as the other one pushed him up in the chair. “No,” reply tagged on, in which there was a hint of respite. “I haven’t been bothered by those returning memories for good few months now.”

        Odeius nodded peacefully, then smiled as though just to himself. “You think it’s over?”

         That question took a little longer for Azuryt to answer as he found himself pondering over friend’s sudden flow of seriousness. He was older, and so probably obliged, at some point, to feeling responsible for his brother; even though Azuryt was the one to act more mature for the most part. Originally, he intended to tackle that, but ended up answering elentarn’s question. “I would hope it is, or I’ll go mad if I have to live through that day one more time.”

            “Is it really that bad?” Odeius could not keep the question to himself. Come to think of it, they never really spoke on that subject in depth. All he knew was that some time ago Azuryt was being plagued for quite few years by recurring memories from his past. The dreams would chase the sleep off his eyes and cause large amounts of stress that often kept young easkull from normal functioning. He realized it was bad, but never really asked the details just out of consideration. Aware it was too fresh of a wound back then.

            Easkull let out a snicker. “Do you really think I’d be complaining about your ordinary, scary nightmare? It was truly like living that day again, equally real in every aspect of every possible sense - only ten times worse.” There the mood string tightened a bit. He straightened and let his burdened head rest in a palm.  “All the screaming I hear…the blood and suffering. It was awful...for a dream.”

            “Well,” like a stubborn river, Odeius kept on pressing, supposing he was still allowed to do so. He could not help being a curious one. Azuryt knew that, and yet sometimes it could not be averted, even if it meant dealing with questions one didn’t really want to answer, “Have you ever thought it meant something?” Uncertainty hung in elentarn’s attitude just before he finished talking. Azuryt’s sarcastic gaze was already piercing him through.

            “You’re not serious, are you? Anyway, never mind that. I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I am tired. I think I’ll rest for a while. I’ll meet you in the evening.”

            “And what about the girl?”

            Now Azuryt’s patience began to wither in the autumn chill those words bore. Slowly and not very significantly, but it most certainly was. He tensed up again, “Now what about her?”

            “Well,” Odeius paused a little puzzled. “I won’t be the one to tell her to go away.”

            Another heavy sigh - or grunt even - came as Azuryt flopped on his bed. Muttering into the pillow, he said she could stay one more night, afterward sent him away with an unruffled paddle of his arm.

 

        Cool air enveloped creature’s lean body as he emerged out of the abode. Spotting Allaya wandering about the place he just waited until she realized he was aware of her whereabouts. The girl made her way up the hill to get a better look at the surrounding, passing from tree to tree at the same time as he headed toward the lake. It was utmost time to moisten his gills after all.

        Odeius immersed into the still waters as into a grand mirror, shimmering underneath stretched sky. Long tail followed behind, leaving but a faint trail upon the silver surface which soon melted away. There was gracefulness he did not posses ashore. Barely stirring water with his gentle strokes and movements, he glided through it like a bird through the softness of the air - weightless.

        He did not know elf’s focus lied on his whirling self for quite a while. In fact, she kept observing his swim back from her spot by the entrance to Azuryt’s house till the very moment the marine creature came back ashore. Subsequently to a little stretch and neck crack, Odeius puffed out his chest and in a light step of his slim legs turned toward the girl. He sat next to her, curling the long tail, and pressed knees to his chest, almost mimicking her own posture. Unsure of the situation Allaya could not find words to speak, remaining still as the night. She didn’t have to, as he was the first to begin.

       “I’m sorry if we terrified you before.”

       “Oh no,” she replied quite swiftly, in a slight bashfulness that came over her person. A moment of silence followed, since she was unprepared for any kind of apology at the time. “It was me who acted rather rude.” Then she said. “It’s not a real excuse but…I just never saw another humanoid with exception of few arnuks. Besides,” elf’s head faced front again in avoidance of his stare. “I was expecting a less friendly company.”

       “You mean those people?”

       “Mhm,” and then came another wordless gap as both turned their attention to the sun, preparing slowly to climb down the golden sky to its slumber where blurry shapes of mountains were. Vivid tints of reds and purples painted burning clouds that were smudged over the beautiful canvas hanging before the two, while the soothing voices of dying leaves, fluttering away sung them goodbye.

        “It’s beautiful,” despite the fact she was lost, Allaya could not help but to admire the splendor of the place.

        Odeius agreed with a nod and chuckled. “If you lived here your whole life it would become quite boring at times too.”

        Now much more at ease, elven girl returned the warm snicker and they went silent once more.

        It began to prolong second by second until the break became perceivable. Then, he moved an inch and tilted his head with an innocent vibe. “Now it’s your turn,” she heard him start faintly. “Tell me about it. Tell me about your home,” there was a curiosity of a child she did not even imagine to see “What’s it like?”

        In actuality, that request caught Allaya off-guard. Her brow raised in candid surprise as she grabbed the tail of her hair. Elf stroked it repeatedly, eyeing the creature so as if reluctance seized her, but soon after exhaled lightly in change of mind and agreed. “What is it that you wish to know?”

        With a humble chuckle Odeius raised his palms open in gesticulation. “…Everything! We do know, more or less, where the main cities and towns lie, but that’s the overall extent of our knowledge on that matter. But,” he took a breather, “that’s what you pay for choosing a life in such a remote place like this. I wouldn’t change it for anything, don’t get me wrong, but living in this world it’s better to know more of its people.”

        “I know exactly what you mean.” She replied after a short moment, and then Odeius added.

        “It can also be useful as far as survival goes. The more you know the better.”

        To that, Allaya laughed under her nose, openly admitting he was right.

        “Tell me then,” elentarn continued “How does your city look like? Is it big?”

        “Oh yes,” was elf’s answer. “Why, it’s the largest city in all of Ryrim; not only in size, but also in a matter of influence.”

        “How so?” he asked, pointing the gaze of his small, blue eyes at her.

        “Well,” Allaya stretched her legs and planted her hands behind. “It’s where the Grand Council resides - a group of people - one from each city or a larger town. They’re responsible for overseeing our and all other cities.”

       “Wait,” there he stopped her. Confusion consumed him. “Isn’t the king an ultimate ruler?

       Allaya confirmed he was not mistaken. “Yes, but the council is there to make sure the orders, laws and every bigger change king wishes to pass are acceptable. Or if there’s a need to persecute a criminal… they have the final word. It’s…a little hard to explain.”

        But Odeius shook his head, saying it was all clear to him and asked for more.

        Glad to hear she did not have to bother with details Allaya continued, describing how the city was almost a forest, towering upon a mountain side. How trees and plants weaved through streets and up the very walls and houses, painting wildest images into Odeius’ head. Unusual as it was, he found it rather unbelievable or over exaggerated, and yet he believed her every word. He wanted to.

        “Right now the city upgrades with various machinery to make our lives easier. I don’t complain, some of the things my people constructed so far are quite useful, but…I don’t know. It would be inconvenient to see us grow too dependant of things we don’t really need.”

        Odeius’ small eyes narrowed and the membranes between his twiddling fingers stretched as he covered his knees. “What’s a machine?” he asked.

        “Oh,” was the first thing that came to Allaya’s mind. She did not realize their knowledge of the world was that scarce. Despite that she was still willing to explain the new concept that the creature managed to grasp after a longer while filled with questions and answers.

        Hours passed and their conversation was slowly nearing end. Mostly it was Allaya who talked about her and her background, but remaining rather overall and not getting into every detail she could think of, while Odeius told her a bit of his own past, and how he and Azuryt used to scare travelers on the nearby trail to pass the time. Few times they almost got caught, but they managed to slip the danger’s claws. They were aware it could’ve ended badly, but “You know,” he said. “We were young and mischievous.”

        Laughing aloud for the first time in their company, Allaya kept imagining both humanoids in such situations. She didn’t realize until now how much her mood has improved thanks to Odeius. So, finding a good break in between their word exchange, she waited for a good opportunity to thank him. Soon after, looking once more at the low hanging shield of the sun, elf got up and said.

        “Can I ask you something?”

        With no hesitation Odeius nodded.

        “Where can I find some provisions? I…I need to get back home.”

        “Now?” He also stood up and sensed Allaya felt lost in her choices all over again. “Why now?”

        The girl stammered, waiting for him to unblock her way. “I didn’t realize we were talking for so long, and completely forgot I have no place to spend the night at. I don’t think your friend is fond of me too much.”

        Odeius stood firmly before her, trying to regain eye contact with her but unable to answer. She took that silence as a confirmation of her belief.

        “No, listen,” he continued. “It’s not that. He’s a nice guy when you get to know him.”

        “I don’t think he’ll let me.”

        “But he did allow you to stay this night.”

        That last bit seemed a little unbelievable. She frowned at him, so as if trying to find out whether the creature was being truthful or not, as much as she wanted him to be. Her heart pounded; afraid of the darkening woods and whatever that might’ve lurked underneath the rocks, behind trees and in the twisted branches. With such imagination a walk through a place like that in the night would cause her a heart attack, she thought.

        “I will gladly accept shelter, I won’t deny it.” Allaya spoke almost in whisper. The relief she emanated made Odeius feel sorry, what was followed by a pleasant satisfaction. Glad to have that out of the way, he led her quietly inside, unsure whether Azuryt has already awakened or not. Halfway into the room where he was resting Allaya finally gathered enough courage to ask “Do you think Azuryt will be willing to help me return home?”

        Elentarn pulled to a sudden stop, a little baffled as he did not really want to speak for his friend.

        “I’m sorry but I can’t.” Azuryt’s voice came instead. He lied still on his bed, but no longer asleep; his eyes remained closed as they came in.

        Unable to say anything else, elf stammered again with returning stress “W-why not?”

        “I,” easkull paused “I don’t know the way,” he tried to make up some kind of an excuse but his friend had already informed her they know of the whereabouts of the major locations. That little mention from her felt as though he was betrayed by the one he called brother, whom he looked at instantly in such a way. “Listen,” he continued in his calm tone, slowly sitting up, accompanied by hopes this would make her understand. Also, it wasn’t about to be easy as he was not fond of opening up to strangers. “I’ve had some…unpleasant experience with your kind in the past. Actually, I most certainly might’ve not been here today. I do not want to mix in your problems, as much as I can relate with it and truly feel for you.”

        “Huh,” she shrugged, torn in between both remarks. “So you pass a judgment onto me for any grief someone else of my kind caused you?”

        As self-possessed as he could, he let her observation past his ears and repeated. “I gave you my hospitality. I don’t want your trouble, as I don’t want anything you can offer in return,” he paused again to look at her, afterward proceeded. “I’ll provide you with directions and food tomorrow.” To him the conversation was now finished, leaving both quite speechless – Odeius especially, who after few seconds asked Allaya to wait outside with intentions of talking to Azuryt one on one. She did as he said.

        “Azuryt what the heck are you doing? She’ll never make it.” Loud whispers hopefully would not slip out from the privacy of the room.

        “Would you stop it?”

        Then it came to his understanding the subject wasn’t easy for mildly struggling easkull, as well. Odeius gave it a bit of a rest to control the unexpected irritation, and refrained from this particular image. “Is it really so deeply rooted in your head?”

        “It’s not my head,” Azuryt answered gloomily as well as reluctantly. It wasn’t in his nature to open up too much emotionally, in all honesty. It made him feel weak - not mentioning uncomfortable. Perhaps not as much with Odeius, although the feeble barrier still lingered there. “It’s my heart. I’ve heard much about humans and elves. I’ve lost so much because of just one…and then those sleepless nights. I don’t want to risk more, Odeius.”

        Nevertheless, in strong refusal to surrender, Odeius pushed stubbornly. His intentions, however, were not wrong in any way. “Have you thought…I don’t know,” there the white creature hesitated, uncertain if he should continue. “That maybe she could be of help to you...the dream thing I mean?”

            “What are you saying?” In Azuryt’s eyes Odeius made no sense at all. And yet, he found himself listening, plainly out of pure interest.

            “You see, she’s an elf, and you said that man was also an elf. Maybe if you went with her, you could find him. She said they all live clustered in one or two cities nowadays. Not many travel.”

            A long moment of silence filled the room before Azuryt decided to actually answer, what he considered, one of the worst suggestions Odeius had ever made. “Oh, so you say I should risk my life for a complete stranger of a race I do not tolerate, gain her trust in order to safely get into her city and find a guy whose face I barely remember just so I could feel better and get revenge I’m not really seeking? Is that right?”

            “No,” things were starting to get a bit wild just then. It didn’t occur to Odeius to simply stop, as he tried to explain his way of thinking. “But it could perhaps give you peace of mind. I remember what those dreams did to you each time. What if you’d have to deal with it for the rest of your life?”

            “Okay that’s enough,” a swift flash of a hand silenced the creature. “Just stop. Would you listen to yourself? This is getting really uncomfortable. Also, do you really want to help me, or her?”

            “How about both?” Odeius stated gloomily yet with certain determination, defending the good-hearted purpose of his intentions. “I don’t want you killed, but it’s not right to let her go by herself all the way to Edelenti. I’d do it if I could. But you know I can’t. And you know those further regions better than me anyway.”

            “Sure you would.”

            Seeing he was only wasting his breath, elentarn inhaled intensely and held the air captive in his breast for a while, crossing his arms as he observed Azuryt so as to look through his words, noticing all kinds of emotion mixing together in a shallow pool. In there, the grudge was most prominent at the time, and had to be dealt with.

            “This hatred doesn’t suit you. It’s not like you.”

            “And maybe you want me to think that this seriousness fits you?” Easkull countered.

            To that, Odeius had only one more answer before he’d give up. “I just know when enough is enough. Do you?” Those were the words that apparently were successful to stir something inside Azuryt. There was no reply he could think of at the moment, and that’s how Odeius left him, adding he should think it over. Their eyes met once more before he headed out, leaving Azuryt in the midst of grim emotions he deliberately planted around him. Far from willing to give way, he went back to sleep.

 

            About an hour had passed before Allaya decided to return inside for she managed to talk a little more with Odeius who was kind enough to share some food with her. A bag of berries wasn’t really much but at the time, he had nothing else to offer, considering his diet consisted of raw lake critters mostly. Upon her return the weary girl found a seat by the fireplace, meaning not to disrupt her sleeping host and simply minded her own business, while letting warm tongues of flames comfort her.

There was a barely started loaf of bread at the table that Azuryt must have left for her. Next to it stood a jug of water and a clean cup. She reached for bread first. Its crust was soft and a little damp, hinting it must have been few days old already. Because hunger was more persuasive, Allaya took a piece of it nonetheless and ate with a grimace right before noticing a couple of apples that also awaited her. Those were much tastier. The sweetness and sourness mixed together harmoniously with each bite. Circumstances being as they were elf came to think a treat such as that never felt that rejuvenating and consoling before. Quite a surprise it was to learn how one’s appreciation can change toward things in times of struggle.

            Both apples were gone in no time and in the end Allaya filled the rest of emptiness with water and some of the berries she received a moment ago. As she consumed the last one, a strong sensation of being watched roused within her, so she turned around.

            Sitting at the edge of bed and with his hands hanging between both knees Azuryt exhaled loudly. Before he could say anything, she wiped her face and thanked for the meal feeling that’s what he waited for, but he did not answer. In fact, he looked quite terrible now that she looked at him again, as though waking from a nightmare. Sweat covered easkull’s face. His nervous breathing filled the room before his anxious gaze rested upon her for a split of a second.

            “Are you okay?” unsure at first whether she should leave him be or not, Allaya decided to ask after short consideration.

“I’m fine,” he replied quickly and got up in a bit dazed manner. “Here, you can sleep in by bed tonight.” Afterward he picked up another cover from the corner of the room, a pillow and stopped above Allaya with intentions of taking her place by the fire. Judging by the bothered look in his countenance she knew the invitation was not to be pondered over. A quick nod was an indication of her gratitude and she moved onto the bed saying no more.

 

       Darkness sheltered the land under curtains of the night. Peace squelched all sounds of everyday life, only to let them awake with the dawning of a new day. His little house shone meekly in the field, emanating light of its warming embers through the doorway. Cozy indoor filled with dancing shadows cast by objects resting atop of shelves or resting by the walls. Momentarily awake by an intruding chill, Azuryt reached out from the comfort of the chair he rested in, and added some more wood, desperately remaining under thick cover. Silent crackles and hisses were a lullaby to his ears, while the warmth of hot embers placed him tenderly back to sleep

 

            It was the second time that day Azuryt found himself on a familiar trail. He strolled merrily, trying to grab a hold of a tail that was swaying back and forth before him. A child’s laughter came from him as little hands reached forth, unable to catch it. Trees panned slowly along as he proceeded onward while cheerful chirps of birds, and other noises made by wind or other living beings, created soothing ambience for the territory. Occasionally they would feel a warm touch of sun whenever they passed underneath an opening among the tree crowns. With a merry chuckle Azuryt jumped into the light and back into the embraces of cooling shadows, until he stumbled, and fell.

            “Honey,” a warm, loving voice came as his mother looked back at him, lying there on the ground. The youngster was all right, so she smiled, afterward picked her child up as it pleadingly raised its arms.

            Leaned over her shoulder, Azuryt watched their tracks move away, curiously observing everything around when suddenly, she pulled to a stop. There was a stranger coming ahead, whose face was a blur.  Easkull could not make out the exact features as they were long lost in time. Next thing he knew, his mother hid him inside one of the trees before the stranger could spot them, whispering desperately not to move.

            “Hey!” The man called, dismounting his horse, “You! Easkull! What are you doing here?” A blade of steel flashed in a ray of sun as the elf pulled it out from a scabbard, but did not point it at her.

            “I’m…traveling, sir.” She replied; her hands close to sides in growing fear. “I’m just traveling.”

            “Do you now,” he neared closer and closer, and her heart beaten faster and harder, “With no food, water or any other supplies?”

            “Y-Yes…sir,” soft voice was becoming thinner, weaker. “I hunt…whenever I want food.”

            Elf’s head tilted in high suspicion. “Just like those wild easkulls, huh? I knew what people said of you was true.”

            At first, it would seem the man was about to leave his mother be. While the female was already feeling a flow of calm, he looked at the tree Azuryt was in. “And what did you hide in that tree then? Because I think you stole something.”

            “No, I didn’t.”

            His eyes widened at her, “Yeah? Then I don’t suppose you would mind if I had a look,” after what he picked his sword up, slowly heading for the tree. That’s when easkull leaped out at him when her motherly instinct ordered to protect her child. Startled, he let out a high pitched shriek and swung the sword at her twice. The second time it hit her, splitting her light skinned side. With a grunt she fell, moaning in agony, twisting from pain in a growing puddle of blood whilst the man backed away with terror in his eyes; especially when her squeals were returned by an aggressive roar. It wasn’t animal. Someone else was coming, and he did not plan to stay and explain himself. The man mounted his horse and retreated as fast as he could into the woods.

        Azuryt’s heart pounded like a hammer. He whimpered, trying to get down to his shaking legs. Terror caused paralyze was preventing him from running up to his mother’s body. He wanted to, but could not as there was some weight pulling him back. There he heard a noisy click and saw iron cuffs bite around his ankles, attached to a large weight that seemed to be a pile of corpses rolled up together in a reeking pile. It seemed to stir, and he moved forward with all his might. Each step brought him great effort, but with time Azuryt finally reached his destination shortly realizing he stepped into a puddle of blood spreading underneath his feet. Fear clutched Azuryt even tighter now. He did not want to look up again. He did not want to see more blood and that deep cut almost as long as half of him.  Just like before, and every other time, he reached out his shaking hand to touch her, to no avail, for terror consumed him whole. It was over, he lost her. Once he was about to break into tears, another excruciating scream echoed in his head, and it grew horribly loud, tearing his soul apart, almost ensuring the loss of his sanity was near. His ears were covered completely, teeth gritted in the unbearable torture but he could still hear it.

        Finally, the ground devoured the body of his mother and began to spew and gush with dark blood, slowly bringing him down as well. First his legs submerged into the warm, dense goo that felt like it had mind on its own, purposely holding and dragging the little body under. Soon after the waist followed and neck and before he knew, Azuryt flayed his arms to get out to the surface in a panic attack that took him as well.

 

            “Gah!” the dream finally stopped as a sudden jerk pulled the shaken easkull out of it. If he had not been granted with swift reflex at birth, he’d most surely found himself on the ground.

        The first thing his impulses urged him to do was to check if his embarrassing gasp woke the girl by any chance. It brought him some relief to find out it did not, hence he took a fresh breath and deflated comfortably in his chair, hoping to quickly come out of the remaining shock.  

        With one hand Azuryt felt the back of his neck, then blazed down to the collar and paused at the breast. Cold sweat covered him, and the very flesh responded to the heart pounding underneath. His palm pressed to pulsating chest and he panted in silence, seeking to rid himself of disturbing images that haunted his mind.

        Never before was he forced to go through the same, dreaded dream two times in one day. It made him think. It couldn’t have meant anything as Odeius suggested. Azuryt was not one to believe in such things. Then again, he pondered turning his attention to the girl, envious of her sound and undisturbed rest. But what if there was something to that? What if she truly was his chance to avoid heading into the lands of insanity? There was no way he would be able to take much more. Not at such a frequent rate most certainly.

 

*  *  * 

 

            It must have been already few hours after the sunrise when he woke. probably because the sky was under gray covers of clouds that were most likely to spawn some rain soon. As usual, he found Odeius paying a morning visit, comfortably sitting by the fireplace, grubbing on a freshly caught breakfast amongst silent snarls and gulps. Burdened after the uneasy night Azuryt stretched in bulky chair and resumed previous pose. Still not quite awake for night’s trance, he greeted friend.

            “There’s one waiting for you too.” As Odeius gulped the remaining half of the fish he pointed the other one he caught. Rich, salty smell of hot, crispy fish was very inviting, and yet, easkull’s appetite appeared to be absent.

            A little baffled, as it wasn’t often Azuryt turned down food, Odeius turned his bottom about; his eyes widened in assurance there was something he should probably know. Then, he also realized Allaya was not in the house. Tension engulfed him, seeing there was some weight on easkull’s shoulders.

            “Where’s the girl?” He asked fretfully, picturing the worst possibilities. “Azuryt, you didn’t do anything stupid, right?”

            “What?” There he forced himself out of the daze, completely surprised at sudden accusation, “What did I do?” and also noticed emptiness in his bed.

            “Where is she?” he asked.

            “How should I know? Were you rude with her after I left, yesterday?”

            “No,” Azuryt replied with a sense of offense. “I didn’t do anything. I left her food and let her sleep in my own bed. There’s nothing rude about that if you asked me. Maybe she’s just outside. I don’t think she’d leave without provisions.”

            “Unless she robbed you,” Odeius could not help but to make a little joke about it.

        Azuryt, however, took it seriously and hurried to check on his granary. Nothing was gone, fortunately. Not to think there was much too steal, but with their usual amount of food, he could allow himself to take any risks. There was something in his movements, conversely, that indicated he wasn’t checking if Allaya stole the food, but rather to make sure she did not depart. He tried to hide it, but knowing him for so many years, Odeius had no problems seeing right through his barely perceivable concern.

        First, elentarn got up at a slow pace and waited for Azuryt’s gaze to lock on his. When it did, they seemed to quickly communicate without a single word. While Azuryt tried to avoid that swift exchange of thoughts, Odeius already managed to confirm his suspicions.

        “You’ve changed your mind, haven’t you?” saying that, he moved out of Azuryt’s way who was slowly heading for the entrance.

        Easkull, however, shook his head in denial. A grim voice of surrender came, “No. I think it’s been changed for me.”

        Pleasant surprise and satisfaction painted a little smile to Odeius’ face as he started out after him. “Well, do you want me to help you look for…?”

       “No,” response came immediately. “I still need to think. Thanks.”

 

        He stopped right in front of his house and timidly gazed up ahead before even looking around for Allaya. A meek sense of yearning, long restrained, long denied has awakened in easkull’s heart. It’s been many months since he felt bitter impact of his kinsfolk’s absence in his life. Numerous occasions passed when it bothered him quite much, remembering old days of youth. It was with certain intent that Azuryt failed to share that remaining longing for his people’s company with the elentarn. In care for Odeius’ feelings it became one thing he’d never speak of, for he considered it unnecessary as he would not abandon his brother for the sake of reuniting with people he’d long forgotten. Only faint pictures of their faces that he tried to keep as vivid as possible remained with him.

        But now, all the feelings he ever buried behind were slowly beginning to resurface. Azuryt’s mind was shifting back and forth. It wasn’t a big of a deal to walk her home. Certainly he could take care of himself as well as her along the way, and the road shouldn’t be too dangerous if it hasn’t changed over the years that is. But then what? He thought. Even if he did manage to befriend her and get the information he was seeking, would he really be able to pull it all off?

         The world called him again; the old traveling instinct that pushed him slowly out of the comforts of his current life. It all seemed so new, and yet so strangely familiar. Inevitable as it was, he realized…he missed the old life.

         “Odeius,” he thought with countering love and loyalty, when the girl came into his view. Stiffness struck his legs and air froze in his chest as his pride was put at stake. Slowly, Allaya neared him, revealing an indifference she felt toward the easkull while he rushed to put words together in a decent speech. She had her armor on, probably ready to depart soon.

         “Hey, Allaya listen,” Azuryt walked to meet her, but also to get farther away from Odeius’ hearing range.

         She-elf stopped, letting him come closer, unsure of what to expect from cranky host, eyeing him doubtfully. Her arms closed around petite chest, as for protection from all possible mental blows that could come. However, there was a sense of gentleness that filled his aura. Yes, he seemed a little tense, but not with anger. Elf listened, yet remained cautious.

          “I’ve been thinking quite hard on it,” a long pause came after, like if Azuryt’s mind had not yet settled completely in the midst of stirred emotions and thoughts. “You were right. I shouldn’t pass any judgment on you just like that. I…I think I can help you get home.”

            Allaya’s sight sharply returned to him attempting to believe if what she heard was in fact what she heard. Young heart soared high and emerald eyes widened in shock. Even girl’s breath grew shorter for few moments.

            “Really?” she asked in relief. Except then, came the chains of reality that brought her back upon the ground. “Why?” His sudden change of mind gave away an odd stench of dishonesty.

            The newly awakened doubt of the elf momentarily surprised and scared Azuryt. His first reaction was a little jolt as he looked away, but soon came to think if he got into any further explanation it could come off even more fishy. And so, the blame rested on Odeius, as he claimed, that forced his mind to chance.

            “But, if you think you’re good on your own,” he pointed ahead “the road awaits you. I won’t hold you back.”

            “Wait, wait,” he was cut off. “I’m sorry. I do need your help,” she could not deny it. “It just feels a bit odd that…you know. I mean…I’d be more than grateful and…”

            At that moment, an unexpected noise reached them in the peace of the waking day. Angry voices that mixed with the softness of the wind whirled in the sky.

            Both, Azuryt and Allaya jerked a bit with attention, trying to locate the source.  Even though she truly should’ve expected it, and should not let her guard down, it didn’t cross elf’s mind at any point that the men who kidnapped would be back to search for what they lost.

            Low hanging clouds were a perfect disguise for nefrits that silently dashed through the sky. Suddenly, a dark shape burst out of the gray cover, followed by the other and circled down to the ground with a grunt.

            “Get back inside!” He pulled paralyzed elf back home while the men dismounted and sent their beasts out.

            Elf ran inside toward confused Odeius, shouting “They’re back, they’re after me! And Azuryt barred the door with anything there was at hand – planks, rocks, metal objects from his collection.

            First nefrit rammed right against it, soon chased away by the other who wanted the pleasure of digging out their targets. Both pranced around and screeched, pushing each other away from the door as though it was no more but a play to them.

            “This door won’t hold much longer. We have to get out.” He shouted, while impulsively reaching for a fighting knife that hung by the bed.

            A moment passed before Odeius put himself together from abrupt disorder. Dare he say it, but the tunnel he made might’ve had some use after all. They were off to the granary, Allaya in the front, being led by terrified elentarn and Azuryt in the back, hesitating a little at first.

            “Azuryt come on!”

            “They’re inside,” easkull replied.

            “Move!” Odeius pulled his hand, and jumped in first. Allaya followed prior to taking a deep breath, finding herself soon in his embrace as they waited for Azuryt to get inside. With the armor on, her body temperature quickly decreased in water.

            He closed the door, and by suggestion held to elentarn’s tail while he led them through the tunnel.

            Among tiny screeches and grunts the creatures dug their way in to the house, but were too large to fit through the gap they hollowed out. Angered owners spread them apart and calmed them down, afterward pulled out weapons and entered destroyed hall, damaging everything else on their way like a raging storm. They searched every corner of the house, threatening the owner to hand over the girl under various penalties they made up, including death or even worst possibilities. No reply came, and by the time they found the water tunnel Odeius was already out in the lake along with Azuryt and Allaya, surfacing briefly to let them refill their lungs.

“We have to find that girl. She’s out only good card in the game,” one growled as they left the shadows of the granary.

“I’d be more concerned about our lives in this case. We can as well not return without her,” the other replied.

            “So what do we do with this place?”

            In reply, the taller male came up to a fire place and took out one burning log. A portentous smile twisted on his rugged, dirty face that shone with sweat as he handed it to his partner. “Burn it.”