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


15. Chapter 14

Chapter 14:

The room was dark and silent with only a small candle next to the bed. Arria stirred and opened her eyes. Darkness, absolute darkness. It was how she liked it, and yet something felt wrong. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. The last thing she remembered was being on the field of battle and killing elves, yet it was slow coming to her. With each passing second it began patching back together. She had killed all the elves except one.

Her back throbbed but as he felt it she noticed the arrow was missing. The pain was still fresh as if the arrow still sank deep. She got to her feet and walked around looking for the books on healing with black magic. Healing was not something commonly done with black magic and took serious effort. Death was so much easier.

Footsteps echoed outside her tent until one creature stepped inside. It looked shocked to see her up and about. The curtsy came as second nature to the creatures now as it got to its knees.

“Misssstressss. I waasss nooot exxxpecctinng yoouu soo sooon.”

“How many did we lose?”

“Misssstressss. It maaayy nooott beee wissssee tooo brrinng yooouu illll newwss ssssoooo ssssoooonn.”

“How many?”

“Threeee hunndreeed forrrty.”

“How many did we kill?”

“Onnne hunndreeed thirrrty.”

“So many casualties for such few victories.”

“Weeee diiid caappturre thrree.”

“There are three prisioners?”


“Bring them to me.”

“Misssstresss… arrre yooou strrronng enoouughh?”

She bit her lip and she pondered the question. Normally such a question would offend her and she would retaliate with the beast’s head, yet she knew it had a point. She nodded and pulled a pouch of powder from her desk.

“Yes, I will be.”

“Assss yooouu wisssh.”

When the creature left she enchanted a few words and sprinkled the power all about her. She knew the relief was only temporary and she would still have to keep guards nearby, but there were a few things she could do to make the healing permanent. It all depended on how the prisoners would act.

After a few minutes of sitting on her bed breathing slow, even though she didn’t need to breathe it did sooth her. The flap burst open and a force of six dragons brought forth the three elves in chains. Two were male with black hair and attractive features while the other male had light brown hair.

“I want three guards inside and three outside.”

Without argument three of the creatures walked outside as the other three positioned their new axes.

“What are your names?”

The elves didn’t respond but stared coldly into her eyes. The act infuriated her and so she stalked forward and backhanded them. They fell to the floor with bloody lips. They wiped their lips as they got back to their feet.

“I will ask you one more time.” She said as she grabbed her dagger, “What are your names?”

“Jerrek.” Said the elf with the thin eyebrows and pointed chin.

“Breemurh.” Said the other elf with a rounded chin, dimples, and thick busy eyebrows.

“Lem’nur.” Said the brunette with dazzling green eyes.

“And you are wood elves?”

“Yes.” Jarrek said.

“Where are the rest of you?”

“Why, so you can kill them too?” Breemurh snapped.

Arria stepped forward and backhanded Breemurh once more. It wasn’t as hard as the last time because he continued standing. Only his face was knocked back from the blow. More blood began to trickle down his chin, but he didn’t attempt to wipe it.

“This would go a lot easier for you if you two would participate in my questions. I am very accustom to the forms of torture that would break you. I know all about the elf’s anatomy… I used to be one.”

Both stared at her in fear now. She wore only the white silk gown that was given to her. Nothing was underneath, not even diamond undergarments to protect her. She felt exposed but so free.

“No elf would treat us like this.” Breemurh snapped.

“No high elf would use such harsh words. It seems that there is a lack of manners from you wood elves. I am to be respected, I am your master, and you are my slaves.”

“I would rather die.” Breemurh spat.

Arria leapt forward and grabbed Breemurh by the throat and lifted him into the air. She stared into his hazel eyes and laughed before shoving the dagger into his flesh below the ribcage for a large slice. Breemruh dropped to the ground in wailing agony and rolled around.

“For an elf that injury will take weeks to claim your life, and yet I hit everything I needed to so that you are now paralyzed. I want you to be here to watch your friends as they treat me with the respect I deserve.” She turned to face the other two, “Now where are the rest of the wood elves?”

“In the forest to the north west… they cannot be found by wandering eyes. They only show themselves to ones they trust.” Lem’nur said.

“And you will take me?”

“Yes… I will take you.”

She walked up to him and smiled. “That’s all I ask.” She kissed his cheek and stroked her hand up his thigh.

He flinched at her motion and she backed off. She giggled and turned around glancing over her shoulder back at them. “You will tell me everything you know, everything about the wood elves and everything you know about the high elves.”

When they attempted to object she slipped off her nightgown and let it drift to the floor. Her back was still towards them but her figure was bare.

She turned around and smirked when she noticed their wide eyes. Biting her lip she watched them carefully and noticed even the dragons seemed uneasy. She walked towards the two frozen elves.

“If you two wish to live… than you’d better please me in every way you know how.”

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