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A Stranger Within ? Part 1 ? by: Jenna Norris
Prologue-
The wooden walls of the elegant bedchambers smelt of oak leaves and
birch sap. The room had three windows on the circular walls adorned
with large leafs for curtains. On the ceiling there were carved designs
of old elven legends. It was a room worthy of royalty, by elven
standards.
Queen Elora panted hoarsely, her voice almost gone from the hours of
labor. The handmaiden, Starla, who was holding her hand thought
triumphantly, what a joyous day, this is the child who will unite the
two kingdoms in peace.
The midwife, who was in the completely opposite state of mind from the
handmaiden, looked at the queen's face, and worried for the safety of
the child. She had heard rumors that a small group that detested the
likes of a Half-Breed ruler. If this were true, they would be sure to
try and take the child and perhaps harm the queen.
Elsewhere at the edge of the city there was a discussion abound. The
small group all cloaked in dirt brown, hoods over their heads. In the
city celebrating could be heard. This unsettled one of the discontents,
how can they be celebrating? Don't they realize what is happening? It
will be the end of elven civilization.
A taller, larger figure, obviously the leader of the assembly came
forward and said with a voice that commanded respect, "We can't stand
by as all of the ignorant rejoice in the end of our society. We must
take action!"
"But we surely can't kill the child. Everyone knows that to take a life
is to give up your elven magic, and doom you to a mortal's lifespan."
Another shape came forward, this one smaller in stature, even under the
cloak it was quite apparently female, "Yes, and then we'd only be as
good as a human," she said with detest in her voice.
"What? No martyrs among us?" The leader looked around at his
companions, no one spoke up...or even flinched. "Well lucky for us," he
explained, "I have an alternate plan." After a few minutes of
discussion the meeting broke up, each went their separate ways trying
not look conspicuous as to their intentions.
A few hours later outside the queen's chambers, two cloak clad
individuals snuck up behind a very exhausted and nearly asleep midwife
who was sitting in a gnarled wooden chair outside the door. As the
midwife nodded off for the final time, one of the intruders placed a
cloth covered in Wiltroot, a herb only known to dark elves and a few
privileged others. The herb is known for it's quick acting and long
lasting affects of paralyzing the victim leaving them helpless for
hours. The leader looming over the woman who looked almost dead, bid
his minion to take her to an alcove a few doors down where she wouldn't
be found until they had accomplished what they came to do.
The man in charge said a few words in an ancient language and using a
glamour spell disguised himself as the just disposed of midwife. He
entered the room nonchalantly. He saw the queen and her new baby girl
nursing upon her exposed breast, with a forced smile the counterfeit
midwife walked up to the newborn, it took a lot of will power not to
grab the wretched creature and break her neck. The babe's mother, still
exhausted and not suspecting any foul play handed the infant to the
falsified midwife with no struggle. The last thing the Elven Queen saw
before falling into a deep sleep was her child being placed into a
small basket.
Having escaped the confines of the city, the shroud covered man, having
since removed the glamour spell, continued running until he reached a
grassy small meadow. In the center there was a large stump of a tree
that he used as a flat, dry, surface to put the still sleeping baby's
wicker container.
He brought out a black book from the veil of his cloak. He looked
through the pages until he found the pinnacle of his plan, the spell
that would make it impossible for the elves to ever find their Half-
Breed princess.
He laughed to himself, musing about the irony. I wonder what those
imbeciles I led around like sheep would say if they knew they were
under the command of a Dark Elf. He smirked smugly as the last of the
illusion melted away revealing his dark skin and white hair.
Say good-bye to your peace, stupid wood-elves. If you had your peace
with the uncivilized humans, who knows what would become of the dark
elves. You would see past each other, and realize that we have been
collecting an army right underneath your noses. Together you might be
able to over power us, but as two separate entities... he laughed again
callously ...there would be no chance for either of you.
He ran his fore and middle fingers over the child's head waving them in
a circular motion. The ancient elven language used for enchanting
flowed from his lips like poetry, standing the test of time in a way
that not many things could...or should. Translated, the last few
words of the spell were, ...so mode it be. Just after the last words
escaped his pallet there was a forest-shaking cry from the basket. The
shriek that the baby admitted made the dark-elf's ears ring in pain.
On the opposite end of the kingdom, Queen Elora was roused from her
deep sleep. She immediately knew something was wrong. She jumped to her
feet, despite the labors of childbirth not hours before and quickly
made her way out the door. As she looked for someone to tell her the
whereabouts of her newborn, she saw the empty chair of the midwife and
a closet door ajar. She ran to the door and opened it the rest of the
way revealing the midwife still paralyzed from the Wiltroot. The Queen
called for her guards and ordered an immediate search of all the
grounds until the child is found.
Handmaiden Starla came to the call of Elora who explained to her what
was the matter, Starla ran off to get the Elven healer to revive the
midwife.
Having seen no sign of the child within the city the elven head guard,
Garren, took his men to the outskirts of the forest. It was beginning
to look hopeless, so Garren ordered search parties to investigate the
surrounding forest. Garren was about to send word to the Queen that
nothing had been found, when one of his men brought a cloaked woman up
to him. We found this one on the edge of the wood, Sir.
Though the woman was obviously grief stricken; she apprehensively
looked up at Garren. He approached the cloaked female, what is your
name? She looked back down at the ground, swallowing hard. Garren
advanced closer his voice grave and tired, he grabbed her arm shaking
it, "Your name, woman, your name?"
She raised her eyes to meet his, "Kamra."
Garren smiled softly at as if to cajole her, Good, now what are you
doing this late at night on the edge of what is a very dangerous
forest? He yielded his grip on her arm somewhat.
Kamra turned and looked around to see whom her audience would be,
"Would you mind, good sir, if we could talk in private?" She paused,
lowering her voice to a whisper, "You never know who might be
listening."
Garren raised an eyebrow, Conspiracy is it? Kamra nodded shallowly.
"Gentlemen," Garren addressed his soldiers, "If you could give us a
moment?" The members of his party dispersed. "As you were saying?"
"It was a mistake! I'm so sorry my lord, so sorry..." Kamra began to
sob. We only meant to help our people, but we ended up helping the
enemy...
Things were beginning to come together, Garren urged the young woman to
continue.
"I saw him, the man who manipulated us. He had the princess, but he
wasn't what he seemed..."
"What do you mean?" Garren struggled to keep the woman from breaking
down.
"He wasn't one of us, he was A Dark Elf, that is what he was. One of
them, the evil ones," she grabbed on to Garren's sleeve, becoming
hysterical, "We didn't know I swear it!"
"Did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him?" Garren bit his lip
in worry for the newborn princess.
"I did not hear him, my lord. But-," she stopped for a moment in
thought, "He looked as if he was casting some sort of spell."
Garren called out, bringing his troops back from their positions,
"Prepare the wolves, we hunt for dark elves."
One of his men took a grip on Kamra's shoulder, "And what of the woman,
lord?"
"Take her to the castle for further questioning," Garren looked at
Kamra, "Where did you last see the child?"
"Next to the ivy bridge on the east side of the woods, in a clearing."
Garren nodded once to her and then proceeded to mount his horse and
ride to the wolf master's hut on the edge of the city proper. He was
the only one who could enlist the help of the wild ones.
Not long after in the glade, the dark elven man had not left his spot
next to the stump when he heard a wolf howl from a distance that seemed
to be drawing nearer by the second. He glimpsed around in dread knowing
that his trail had been discovered. He quickly grabbed up the basket
containing the child, if his plan was to succeed they mustn't see the
child. Running with the basket to the small stream that cut though the
clearing he was just placing the basket in the water when the dark elf
was attacked by the wolf pack.
In a matter of moments there was nothing discernable left of the dark
mage. Having been surprised he had no time to bring to bare his
considerable magic and escape as planed. Only minutes later did the
hunting party arrive on the scene, but unbeknownst to the would be
saviors the basket was drifting down stream farther and farther from
the elven territories and into that of the barbaric lands of man.
To Be Continued ??
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