Worth Fighting For ch 7It was moments after Arcane returned to her home that was under new rule. Her father was dead, everyone of the guards was dead, and only some shopkeeps remained, but scarred and terrified. The young woman went to her room to see if anything had changed since it was the only place she could go without being watched. When she opened the door, she took a deep sigh.
Her things and dresses were thrown everywhere and bed was in tears as if someone just wanted to create chaos. The young woman fought the tears and knew she had to be strong. Her home needed her.
The sound of footsteps nearing her, made her turn around and found a guard in the usual black armour, standing at her doorway. "My Lord wanted me to bring news of your wedding."
"Wedding?" She asked softly, confused.
"Of course. He wants to marry you in five days aproximately."
Anger burned in her heart. "I'll never marry him. Do you hear me? Never!"
She could feel the guard's smirk under his black helmet. "He knew you would say that. H
Worth Fighting For ch 7The moon was high when Ryvren stepped out of the house as a free elf. All he wanted to do was run to Eogan, but knew that he had to get patched up first and get prepared for the journey northern west. He had no coin and sighd heavily to himself. It's not first time he had to get his feet going, but this time he knew where he was going to. He walked to the alchemist's shop in the village a few doors down.
When he knocked on the door, the door flew open to a dark room. "Hello?" He called. This did not happen last time he came here. Last time, she just welcomed him in. Well, that was over a year ago.
"Ryvren Dreth?" A soft voice asked from the shadows of the shop.
"You remember me?" He asked, taken aback that she remembered him from awhile ago.
"I felt a familiar tormented spirit." A quick snap rang out and all the candles in the room were lit, revealing a beautiful young woman standing at a doorway on the right with long blonde hair and dressed in a blue dress that was sewed up in many p
Worth Fighting For ch 6The sound of carefree birds entered Arcane's head, making her stir and opened her dark eyes to the flatlands of Skorg's territory. She slowly sat up from the ground where she fell asleep and spotted Inge just standing around like mare would. She smiled with amusemnt at the Buckskin as the sky began to shine yellow from the sun and stood up. She walked up to the horse and stroked the mare's neck. "We're almost there," she said gently as she took out an apple from her pouch and let the hungery mare munch on it.
The young woman raised her head and scanned her sroundings, then her mouth dropped in
horror as she found the nearby city burnt in rebel. She took Inge's reins and walked to the black debris. Her heart felt sick as she thought about the homes, shops, and the people that once stood it what used to be the streets. Skorg may be the most dangerous and isolated cities in the land being the closest by the bogs and in the flatlands, it certainly did not deserve this treatment.
"Hey!" A v
Worth Fighting For ch 5The days slowly went by as the elf was still shackled to the wall in the basement. When he wasn't 'helping' Draco Thorn out in the field- that meant being being beaten if he wasn't going fast enough or not getting the job done in a certain way- he was shackled to the wall and forgotten. His head was hung to his chest with his white hair now half way to his neck, but when the tips touch his shoulders, his master will have it cut since 'long hair gets distracting.'
Every night Ryvren would dream about Arcane and the good life of Eogan, but now, he was once again trapped, until the door opened to Draco Thorn, who walked down the stairs in a unstable manner to the slave.
"Well," he slurred with an amused look on his face. "Hope what you said about your rich wife wasn't true, because she got herself a new lover."
The elf slowly raised his head. "What?" He asked coldly. What was this fool rambling on about this time?
"Yep. Sounds like the wedding is going to be real soon, too. That's the rum
Worth Fighting For ch 4"Please, Ryvren," she begged with a smile. "I always wanted to use a sword, but Father never let me."
The proud elf gave a hearty laugh with his green eyes dancing with amusement. "Fine. It's a weapon, so be careful." He unsheathed his steel sword from his hip and placed the hilt in her hands, then his hands over hers. The soldier was dressed in his navy-blue coat and high-class outfit as she was dressed in a light-green dress with her dark hair in its usual pinned back style. Ryvren stood behind her, helping her handling the weapon.
Arcane and the elf have known each other for a month when he began to train her with a sword. She would practice with training dummies and sometimes was slashing at a tree to get the feel, then few short weeks later, her and Ryvren would spare with each other. She was dressed in a hide armor that she bought as he was dressed in his usual gear when they sparing. Having close encounters with her mentor's blade, she fought back until she knocked his sword rig
Worth Fighting For: Ch 3The sun was bright as the townsfolk was going about their daily lives with some working and others in carefree. But on a cart with a brown stallion pulling, was and bound and gagged Ryvren dressed in rags with his head hung low and white neck-length hair covering his bruised face. The elf was beaten for information about Eogan, but refused to say anything. He was held prisoner for almost week, now he was in Korth, a small village that is in the outskirts of the nearest city, Skorg, and the home of Draco Thorn. When the cart pulled up to the farmer's home, the elf swallowed as he took a small glance at the farm. He knew if Draco took him in, he would punish the elf for escaping, and that probably meant having a couple of broken bones.
The man with long black hair walked up to the the back of the cart and smiled. "I knew I wouldn't need men to watch over a powerless elf, who was bound and gagged. You are a good slave, aren't you?"
The elf just looked away, then was roughly yanked out of
Worth Fighting For: Ch 2Five sunrises and sunsets had past since the grave news of her fiancÚ's death. All Arcane could do was sit by the window and watch over the hills to see her elf would come back to her. Tears would still escape as she thought about the love of her life being dead. He was not dead. He couldn't be. Not that easily.
"Arcane?" The soft voice of her father came. "I fear when you stay in your room like this. I'm sorry for Ryvren. He was a good man and a good soldier.
"I'm not going to give up," she muttered without taking her eyes from the green hills. "I refuse to believe that he is dead. I need proof that he is dead." Her eyes never left the window.
Her father walked up beside her. "Arcane," he sighed heavily. "The General said that he was not moving and-"
"He could've been unconscious!" She called as she whipped her head to face him. "He may have been hit in the head. You don't-"
"A man was standing over him with a bloody dagger, Arcane!" Her father answered loudly, making her shut her mou
Worth Fighting For: Ch 1The sounds of the raging battle echoed in his head. The sight of orange eyes burning into his own. Who were they? And why were they there?
"Elf," a distant, harsh voice called.
Ryvren slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry at first, but quickly came clear and found a man with a blind eye with a ugly scar over it. His bald head was gleaming in the torch light and was wearing hide pants with no shirt and looked like he since multiple deaths.
"Wake up, elf," he snapped.
"Where am I?" Ryvren muttered softly, trying to get his head in order. All he could remember was the man with long black hair, orange eyes, and being stabbed. How did he even live after being stabbed in the gut?
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He then turned around and walked out of the room.
Ryvren tried to moved his arms, but found himself shackled to the wall by the wrists in a room that had torches lit, racks, and blood splattered on the walls and floors. It had to be a torture chamber. Fear lurched in his heart. W