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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9. Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Arria sat on a throne of gold inside of an enormous black tent. She made the creatures make her a throne of solid gold since it wasn’t much good for weapons except to add color. They waited on her hand and foot, which she was thoroughly enjoying. It was as close to a palace as she could get with these creatures.

She sat there eating corn on the cob and salted pork. At first she had denied the meat since she was cautioned against it most of her life. After a few hundred years with a vegetarian diet with the elves, she was sure she wouldn’t want meat. They had brained washed her that it was a waste of a life. The creatures wouldn’t take no for an answer, and brought it fully cooked instead. She supposed it was better than the raw meat they brought her before and so tried it. It was a pleasant surprise to her taste buds and gave her sustaining energy.

There was a newfound sparked interest in her now to try other meats. She always heard tales of the humans and their savage ways of eating meat, but the more she thought about it the more it didn’t make sense not to eat meat. Even bears and tigers would eat meat, and yet the elves didn’t prosecute them. She had always wondered about that and had even brought up the topic with her sister and a few other elves. However, there was no desire in her to eat any meat until now. Now that it was forced upon her, it seemed a craving. It seemed to feed the powers inside of her and give her longer lasting energy than her previous diet. The way it melted it her mouth as she chewed was splendid. She now realized how much the elves had been missing.

They spent so much time trying to preserve life that they were in fact making themselves weaker. It was true that elves were immortal and so didn’t need as much protein that animals would provide, but Arria could notice a difference. She would no longer live in their ways and lies and instead be of her own now.

Her tent burst open, flashing light into her eyes in blinding rays. It irritated her to say the least that these creatures didn’t give her any form of warning, or even the decency to slowly come in. The impatience was mind boggling, and yet it was something she was going to have to live with from here on out. Their expressions seemed urgent as did their approach.

“Misssstressss, there is-“

Its speech was abruptly stopped when she slashed her flamberge across its neck and watched as its head tumbled to the ground. She smiled as she watched it roll before being stopped by the foot of the second creature standing by. Looking up she saw the expression of horror on its face.

“You will only speak when spoken to, not before. I am to be treated with respect.”

The second creature only nodded and waited patiently. She smiled at the response before clearing her throat.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Weee havvee aa prissssoneerrr.”

“Who?” She asked. “Speak!”

“Weee havvee annn eelfff. Ssssheee surrennderrreedd.”

“Take me there.”

She leapt up from her throne and sheathed her flamberge. Turning she grabbed her cloak and followed the creature out of the door. Outside the camp was quiet for a change, and she could feel the anxiousness throughout. The war was beginning and it was a wonderful feeling.

They circled around the camp and down into a hole in the ground where the creatures kept dungeons. It was dark inside, without anything but a single torch light which the creature held. Spider webs covered the caverns with bats hanging from the ceilings. It was silent, except for the voice of the creature leading her.

It told her that they had killed one that had pulled out a weapon and struck two of them down. She was pleased to hear of a dead elf, but it was the alive elf that mattered the most to her. It was unheard of and strange to even think about, elves didn’t surrender. It was unheard of. She had told them to capture all the elves they were able instead of killing them. At least they could make good experiments… or sacrifices. She told them to only capture if they had one surrounded and not to try and capture a group. Arria knew that a group of elves would fight any odds no matter what, but there was a chance to capture a lone elf.  The elves didn’t deserve a quick clean death anyway, and would be put to much better use under torture.

When the door opened to the chamber she was stunned to find her sister in there. Arria quickly put her cloak over herself to hide her appearance. With her black skin and hidden face and body, it appeared almost as if she could be a female to the horrid creatures. At least she hoped the guise would fool her… yet it was her sister. She knew her sister was smarter than that and even if she fooled her, it would only be for a short while.

She walked closer, studying the naked body that not too long ago was working with her at an attempt to save their mother’s life. Her body was scarred and bloody from being abused as a prisoner and dragged into the dungeon. A part of Arria was happy for her sister’s torment, and yet another part felt bad and angry. She was angry with the creatures for treating her so, and yet she knew she had told them to. In fact, she had told them they could have their way with any so long as they didn’t kill.

Arria hoped they didn’t do anything disturbing to her sister, and yet she laid there naked. She walked over to her sister and stroked her hair gently. Starlyn seemed to stir. Arria could see their mother in Starlyn’s eyes and face as she awoke. Starlyn herself couldn’t see the resemblance, and yet Arria could. It was in her cheekbones, nose, and smile and it was a perfect mirror of their mother.

Starlyn suddenly awoke and stared up blankly into Arria’s shaded eyes. Her face jerked back from Arria’s touch and she cowered into a corner. Tears broke into her eyes as she shook.

“What are you doing in our territory?” Arria asked.

She watched as her sister seemed caught off guard from her voice. Arria’s voice was different now and she spoke differently with it as well, but it could have been the fact that it was a woman’s voice rather than a slither. Starlyn watched her for a long moment in study before cradling herself in her arms.

“I was exploring.”

“A very unusual place to explore.”

“Yes, and now I wish I would have explored elsewhere.”

Arria laughed gently and reached into her cloak to grab a canteen and cloth that she gently dampened. “May I?”

Starlyn merely nodded her head, still reluctant to put forth too much trust. Arria understood and put one hand to steady Starlyn’s breasts in able to clean them. She moved from the breasts, abdomen, across the entire body before ending at her head.

“What is to become of me?” Starlyn asked.

“You will be executed… most likely hung for trespassing over these creatures’ territory.”

“Then why go through the trouble to clean me up?” Starlyn asked.

Arria looked directly into her sister’s eyes with remorse at the edge of her tongue. “It will be several months before they will grow tired of their… new toy.”

She wished it weren’t so, but she knew what the creatures would probably do. Arria wasn’t sure if she could prevent it or not, but she was definitely going to try. There was probably a way to get her out of the dungeon, and yet the dungeons were the only thing that they seemed to hold sacred. They wouldn’t even allow her to see everything that was in them.

Starlyn gulped and Arria could hear her heart racing.

“How many elves have you captured?” Starlyn asked.

“You are the first. Usually these creatures only catch humans, and they don’t last long. You will be a treat.”

Arria had seen humans for the first time in the same dungeons. It was only females because that was what the creatures captured. That seemed to be the only way to carry on their seed because she hadn’t seen any female dragons. It disgusted her, although not as much as it would have once. There seemed to be little difference in it than how she felt about killing now.

“Where are my clothes?” Starlyn asked.

“Your clothes have been removed because we know elves can you anything as weapons.”

“There has to be something I can do.” Starlyn whispered.

“There isn’t. I’m sorry.”

Unless Arria could figure out a plan of breaking her out, but then what would she do with her sister. No, it would not work, she would have to bid to these creatures that there would be plenty more elves and to save this one for last. There had to be something, anything, to prevent them from harming her sister.

“Then do something about it! Help get me out of here.”

“I can’t do that.” She replied.

Arria’s head tilted in defeat. She knew she couldn’t. It would be best if her sister stayed there and caused less of a threat against them. If there was anyone who might be able to stop her from accomplishing her plans it was Starlyn’s stubbornness.

She was silent until finally standing up. Starlyn stood up in front of her, blocking her path.

“They follow your orders on the battlefield don’t they?” She asked. “Why?

“They trust me.” She stated.

Starlyn strode around her and turned around so the door was behind her. A small amount of light shone through the barred hole on top of the door that illuminated her face. Her expression was stern as she stared at Arria with all of her pride back in her.

“If they trust you, why can’t you convince them to let me go?” Starlyn pleaded.

“Trust only goes so far,” She explained. “They wouldn’t let you go. I must leave now.”

“Wait.” Starlyn called.

It was too late because she was already at the door. She paused for a moment and glanced back. “You shouldn’t have tried seeking answers.” Only then did she slam the door shut.

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