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 fiancé'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
Worth Fighting For PrologueThe rolling, grassy hills were gently flowing like a green sea in the breeze under the sun that just beginning to rise above a city called Eogan, where the wealthy and poor lived peacfully in a land called Nazera. The city's famers were just beginning to arise as a lady of wealth, was watching the grassy hills high from the window in her large room. Her long black hair was pinned neatly in the back as she watched out of her stoned window, dressed in her white nightgown with worry on her face. The sound of the wooden door opening, made her take a deep breath.
The moment she was dreading has arrive.
"Arcane." A smooth voice softly said as the door lightly closed.
Arcane turned around and faced a tall, thin elf with long, thin white hair tied in a loose ponytail, emerald green eyes that were glimmering with heartache. He was dressed in a black coat, leather boots, and high-class clothes with a sword at his side. Ryvren Dreth was his name and the love of her life. "Ryvren," she said as sh