Worth Fighting For: Ch 9The orange rays of the setting sun was beaming over the grassy hills as the numb woman was standing at her window, dressed in her white wedding dress, but felt that she was dressed in black. Her father was not here to give her away, nor was she getting married to the man she loved. The wedding was in a hour, and her heart had no longer had a beat to it. She clenched the dagger in her hands that once belonged to her mother. The sun was beginning to set forever.
A tear ran down Arcane's cheek as raised her head and looked at the wooden ceiling. She'll meet Ryvren again in the next life. Her hand slowly raised the dagger over her chest and closed her eyes.
Just was she was about to deliver the blow, an arm with armor wrapped around her waist tightly and tore the dagger from her hand, making her eyes spring open in rage and heartache. "Let me go!" She screamed. "I'm not marrying that bastard of a lord!"
The dagger fell with a clatter and she continued to fight the soldier. "I'd rather die!
Worth Fighting For: Ch 8Five days had past since Ryvren had left Korth on the black horse, Zeth, that belonged to the town's alchemist. The sun was setting when the tired elf returned to the familiar walls of Eogan, but the joy was short lived when he found black and purple flags waving in the gentle breeze.
Ryvren placed the horse away from the walls and kept a low profile when he got to the stables that was broken and rundown. He knew this was not the same Eogan he left and had to be swift about getting inside. The walls were too high and it would be a suicide mission to walk right through the gates.
The front gates then began to open.
The elf quickly hid inside the home of the horseman and peeked from the broken windows to watch the two guards in black armour walk out, then close the gates behind. He knew exactly how to get in: Don his disgiuse. He spotted the tallest one on the right and watched them spilt ways around the city's walls. He knew looked around the home that looked like a fight had broke out
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