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The way I set up my stories is I usually have them at different points of views and different time settings. Back and forth, usually.
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Quiet. That's all there was. Not even the sound of a bird's wings or the still song of a cricket chirping broke that silence. E'zelia was unnerved, standing upon a sloped hill, gazing over the dead pastures.
"Damn..." she whispered, diamond eyes peering all over the deadened Jul'thier forests. She sighed, closing her eyes and gazing down,
"I know how you feel, my child. But there isn't much we can do now." A soft voice caused E'zelia to turn her head, pain seen in those eyes,
"Mother...how...how could we have let this happen?"
"It was predicted, sweetheart." the priestess approached E'zelia, resting a hand on her shoulder,
"Then why couldn't we have stopped this?!" E'zelia almost shouted, but her mother cooed,
"We can still do something about it, my darling. We can push back those vile demons and set free our lands to flourish once more. Your father and uncle are doing as best as they can. Come, our sisters are waiting." E'zelia's mother smiled reassuringly and led her away, back to their white tiger mounts. E'zelia climbed up, leaning forward and whispered,
"Moonshadow, remember your family too. Remember what has happened before I found you." The tiger gave a low growl, the remembrances slowly flowing back to her mind. The priestess gazed at the two, then urged her own ride on, E'zelia and eight other night elven warriors following closely behind.
On the way towards camp, they heard rustling in the leaves, followed by growls and disembodied snarls. Each stopped, drawing weapon and gazed around.
"To the trees, my sisters!" The warrior priestess ordered and each of them fled in different directions. E'zelia did the same, taking cover in thick brush. The tiger crouched, claws digging at the earth with unnerving anticipation,
"Scour these woods. I know these rotten elves are nearby." A deep, brash voice came from one of the head demons, green flames encircling him, "I can smell them." His nostrils flared, fire exhaling from them. Ghouls, crude-looking giant abominations, rotting skeletons and succubi hissed, growled and gurgled, shredding through the trees and bushes to find the night elves.
Luckily, the priestess brought a moonstone with them, praying and turned the day instantly to night, the shadows hiding her daughter and sisters. The demon nearly panicked to the instant change, his minions screaming up at the full moon, fangs glistening in the faint light,
"Keep searching you mongrels! We will not disappoint the King by returning empty handed! He wants these elves dead and on his side! The sooner, the better!" the demon stomped a hoof on the ground, the impact killing a nearby ghoul. He huffed, eyes careening each corner of the now-decaying forest.
Each warrior was skillfully trained with a variant of weaponry: bow, sword, spear and even magic. They were graced by the moon's strength and blessed by their priestess's power to protect them, but not even the moon itself could cease death.
One by one, the warriors shot an arrow into each of the undead skulls, quickly maneuvering around the trees, and shot again, giving an impression that there were more than eight of them. And one by one, the undead fell. Unfortunately for the night elves, the necromancers reproached and raised their staffs, chanting an eerie spell, the fallen undead rose, arrows sticking out of them.
E'zelia and the others felt it was hopeless, the moonstone's power reversing and fell dim, the sun returning to light up the world. The priestess emerged, now with her magics ready and pulled down shooting stars from the day lit sky. In sun or moon light, these stars packed a devastating impact, smashing the undead into the earth, the necromancers taken out.
The demon chortled, the other elves emerging, hoping they had gain victory. But the demon laughed, "You night elves are so predictable... This isn't over yet, dear ones." And with that one statement, more undead began approaching from the dead trees, outnumbering the small group,
"Goddess..." the priestess gasped, her and the others drawing back. E'zelia came forth, a determined look upon her face,
"Go, all of you. I will keep them back as best as I can." she spoke,
"No, I will not leave you! None of us will!" the priestess pleaded,
"Mother, you trust me right? Then trust what I am about to do. Trust that I will return home soon. Just go. Please." E'zelia looked back, her heart beating faster, faster. Her mother and others looked at her with saddened faces, but regrettably turned. They all knew what she was truly capable of doing.
E'zelia faced the demon, those diamond eyes turning sapphire, her voice shifting to various tones, "You demons sicken me; no longer will we bow down to you in fear and owe you anything!" E'zelia's tigress roared, white energy spewing from her body, feeding into E'zelia. The young daughter growing to be the next priestess held her flexing hands and fingers over the earth, drawing water from the air and ground. She formed several daggers of ice and whips of water around her, shooting each at the undead, tearing them to pieces. She fought hard, pulling back the water and reformed piercing icicles to repeat the onslaught. The demon roared, and more of the undead came. E'zelia could only last for so long, the water drawing short, Moonshadow becoming weak,
"No, not now...!" E'zelia cried, panting with exhaustion.
"Run little night elf, run and hide as best you can," the demon taunted her. E'zelia knew she couldn't win, but she drew out her twin moon scimitars and held them criss-crossed,
"I never back down from a fight you ornery sonovabitch." She hissed at him, and took on the charging undead, twirling and slashing, cutting and kicking. E'zelia fought hard, exposing every last ounce of strength until...
"Stop." a softer, but cold voice halted the battle. E'zelia panted and looked up, hunched over and gazed at the man with the silver hair and pale skin. His eyes gleamed an icy blue, a smile upon his lips,
"You fight well, child. What is your name?" he spoke, fur-trimmed cloak billowing in that breeze, the air around becoming chilled,
"E'zelia Starsong." she answered with no remorse,
"Beautiful." He smiled more and came to her, touching her face and lifting up her chin, "Diamond eyes... mm so unique; I just may have to take them out of that pretty face of yours."
She jerked back and spat at his face, "Never in a million years. I heard of you; heard of what you've done and who you killed. You would stop at nothing to earn the undeserving title of king." E'zelia gripped at the marble hilts of her blades,
"Smart mouth, girl. Let's hope your legs run just as fast. Now, I will count to three to give you a head start. One...two..." E'zelia stayed, facing him, staring at that expression, remembering him hard, "Three..." in a split second, the jagged blade of his crude sword plunged hard deep into her heart, spilling blood down the edge and onto the dead earth. E'zelia smiled faintly, placing her hands upon his,
"Don't you worry, I swear by our dead queen and our goddess, that you will be the one at the end of my blade, and I will make you beg me for mercy as you have failed to do with me." The shine in her eyes began to fade, turning dull.
"I will anticipate that, my dear. I will refuse to bring you to my side as my mate, however, the next we cross paths, if ever, I won't spare a second." He ripped the blade out and kicked her down onto the ground, her body falling limp.
"Let's go, demon." He glared at the demon twice his size and led his minions away.
E'zelia laid there, Moonshadow by her beneath the sun, staring up past the black dead branches at the bright blue sky, "Melayn..." she whispered, the smile still remaining.
 Ezelia Starsong · Thu Aug 06, 2009 @ 11:06pm · 0 Comments |
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