The Chronicles of Starlyn

For generations it has been known that elves are immortal except for death by battle or poison. Something strange happens and Starlyn's mother becomes sick with an illness that seems to only be getting worse with each passing day. Starlyn loves her mother and wishes to find any way to help her, yet it seems nothing can be done except to sit and watch. It breaks her spirit but she spends every moment she can with her mother, as she fights frantically for an unknown cure. She went to the elven healers and herbalists but even they cannot find a way. Meanwhile Starlyn's sister Arria takes more drastic measures to try and help their mother, even diving into the restricted books of the elven library about dark magic. The dark magic is dangerous and forbidden for elves to use because it is said that even the willpower of an elf cannot prevail with the touch of a dark taint. Arria is not concerned of her own welfare and dives into heavy studies with the books. Strange things begin to happen, a

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12. Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

Starlyn awoke with a shiver under a strange but comfortable wool blanket. She sat up trying to remember anything from the previous day but her mind was drawing a blank. No thoughts could process where she even was. The blanket that was surrounding her was a forest green, one of the deepest she’d ever seen in a blanket. She looked around and noticed a man in evergreen robes that sat on a rock by the fire. He was turning a branch in circles trying to cook what she assumed was deer meat with the carcass nearby.

She walked over and sat on the rock across from him. He had straight blond hair that hung to his shoulders, long ears, bushy eyebrows, and a firm pointed chin.

“Thank you.” She whispered staring into the fire, “For saving me before they-“

The man didn’t look up from the fire but only sat there listening to her. He didn’t appear to look towards her in anyway but simply nodded his head.

“Are you a human?” She asked.

Starlyn had never met a human before and was always curious. He appeared like a human with short rounded ears rather than high and pointed like that of her kin. Yet there also seemed something quite similar about him that she couldn’t quite place.

“I am a mage. My name is Shronan Onderon.”

“A mage? I thought mages were only myths.”

“And you? Long pointed ears, what are you, an elf? I thought elves were supposed to be the myth.”

“Yes, I am. My name is Starlyn.”

“I am grateful for you saving me Shronan.”

Shronan looked to a bag to his left nearby his feet. He reached a hand into it and tossed her a green robe both thin and silk.

“Please… put something on. It’s getting terribly hard not to stare.”

Starlyn blushed, completely forgetting that she was bare skinned. She hadn’t noticed that the wool blanket had slipped off of her. The past moon as a prisoner she grew accustom to being without clothes and so when she put the silk robe on it felt odd to her. She rubbed her hands across her skin and noticed that her wounds were healed.

“Did you heal my wounds?” She asked.

“Yes I did, and after I had I wished I hadn’t. I did not calculate that without your scars and blood that there would be a body that tempted even a mage.”

She blushed again and hid her eyes underneath her long blond hair. “Where are we?”

“Five days north of Sudegam.”

His knowledge of the elven capital surprised her. “Have you been there before?”

“It has been several decades since I’ve set foot in Sudegam. The last time I was there I spoke with king Elsargast about the dawn of a war that was coming. I wish it were under better circumstances this time.”

“The dawn of a war? Were you there during the war of dragons?”

“I never took part in the war, but yes I was there.”

“Are the creatures that captured me dragons?”

Shronan chuckled and nearly snorted, “No, no, those are far from dragons. They are a lesser creature. The elves killed all the dragons a long time ago, or at least all of them that dwelled on this land.”

“What are they?”

“They are called draeyks. They are reptilian like the dragons were, but quite different. Dragons are at least fifty times as large and walk on four legs with gigantic wings and breathe fire. These are pathetic beasts compared to the race of the dragons.”

“Have you ever seen a female draeyk before?”

“A female?”

“Yeah, there was one in that prison with soft black skin, but she wore a hooded cloak so I could barely see her.

He looked at her with disbelief, his right eyebrow raised and his eyes appearing shocked. “There are no females. They do not exist. Whatever they mate with gives birth to triplet eggs. It ends up killing the female but the eggs survive until three more creatures are born, all male.”

“What do they mate with?”

“Humans… animals… it does not matter.”

Starlyn’s mouth opened in horror. “But there was a female there… I spoke with her. She wasn’t an elf or a human.”

Please, in detail describe this woman to me.”

She thought about it for a long moment. The woman had soft dark skin, gloves, and a cloak to hide her appearance. She had seemed to care about what happened to her wellbeing. Everything seemed to make sense now. She knew who it was.

“My sister.”

 

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