"Humans... they never realize the sadness of this melody." Uhl thought to himself as his lips breathed out such a melancholic hymn. Suddenly, familiar elven words were now being sung by Sylvestra. It was old elvish, and as such, he only had a limited knowledge about it. However, Uhl felt every word as if they were blades that pierced into his soul. The lyrics of the song-- they were haunting. A single tear flowed down Uhl's eye as he lifted his lips from the flute, causing the melody to stop. Uhl bowed his head, contemplating on the course of future actions.
He knew what Sylvestra could be thinking -- the princess had power, and should the King make use of it, she could be a disastrous threat to them. However, if they could convince her to fully fight on their side, and if they could train her, she could prove to be a major catalyst in the scheme of things. This Princess Anya-- the fate of this war would rest on her hands. However, he was going to try his chances... Uhl was willing to gamble; he was betting blind, but it was better than nothing.
Uhl turned to Anya, and with a smile, he bowed. "Milady, if you so wish it as well, I would like to offer my aid to enhance your skill with the blade. Furthermore, Sylvestra and I are trained in translating Ancient Elvish, we can help you accomplish so much more." Uhl nodded to Sylvestra. "We are glad at your good and kind heart, princess. However, you must always be careful of your father. He might not appreciate your liberal thoughts." the servant mumbled on as his right ear twitched. He suddenly spun around, facing the sky. Uhl's hand gripped on the tip of his flute, as if there was a blade hidden underneath... Then, he relaxed his stance and turned to Sylvestra.
"I hear a messenger crow approaching. Its wings beat at a fatigued rate. It might be for you, Sylvestra." Uhl bowed as he kept his eye on the environment, cautious of any movements from humans.
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Uhl was taken aback at the Princess' sudden outburst. The elf was stunned at the princess' confidence; was it purely hubris, or was it pure skill? Uhl got an eyeful of the princess' weapon, a concealed dagger. Did she know how to use it though? Back in the Qacian Assassin Corps, Uhl was taught how to conceal weapons, and by all honesty, Uhl agreed on the notion that the princess was doing a poor job at concealing her weapons. If only Uhl could get that dagger... NO! The elf shook his head again to remove the thoughts. Suddenly, the princess let out another surprise-- she could use magic as well; she could use Dark Magic as it seemed, Umbramancy if Uhl could recall. Now, Uhl realized that the princess was not helpless, but she was far from Sylvestra's level or even his. However, she has potential-- they could train her further.
Uhl turned to Sylvestra, making sure that his good eye was set on her. "i' tarien val*" Uhl muttered in a husky voice. "Lye caro balan rhien**" he continued, now gazing at the princess. "Still, I'm glad that you can defend yourself, milday." Uhl smiled as he placed scratched his head. "Pardon me for mentioning your relatives, I should have learned of your distaste for them." Uhl chuckled as he brushed his fingers through his hair. "Well, if you really want to stay in Sylvestra's garden, the least I can do is to play some elvish music. This was an ancient tune played throughout a mourning for a great person." Uhl nodded as he lifted his cloak, revealing the wooden flute.
With nimble motions, Uhl placed his lips on the embouchure hole, and blew on it gently. His fingers skillfully pressed on one key after another, producing mystic and calming tune that the elves would recall as a Litany of the Fallen. A melody played to honor the dead; its rhythm depicts the highlights of elvish life, and the fear of death, especially in war. After the war ended, no trace of this tune was played -- none were left to even play it. The number of the slain amounted by the thousands, the rivers ran red, and the blood was stained with crimson ink. This was a festering scar on the elves; something that they would never forget nor forgive.
* - She has potential...
**- We could make her more powerful
Uhl turned to Sylvestra, making sure that his good eye was set on her. "i' tarien val*" Uhl muttered in a husky voice. "Lye caro balan rhien**" he continued, now gazing at the princess. "Still, I'm glad that you can defend yourself, milday." Uhl smiled as he placed scratched his head. "Pardon me for mentioning your relatives, I should have learned of your distaste for them." Uhl chuckled as he brushed his fingers through his hair. "Well, if you really want to stay in Sylvestra's garden, the least I can do is to play some elvish music. This was an ancient tune played throughout a mourning for a great person." Uhl nodded as he lifted his cloak, revealing the wooden flute.
With nimble motions, Uhl placed his lips on the embouchure hole, and blew on it gently. His fingers skillfully pressed on one key after another, producing mystic and calming tune that the elves would recall as a Litany of the Fallen. A melody played to honor the dead; its rhythm depicts the highlights of elvish life, and the fear of death, especially in war. After the war ended, no trace of this tune was played -- none were left to even play it. The number of the slain amounted by the thousands, the rivers ran red, and the blood was stained with crimson ink. This was a festering scar on the elves; something that they would never forget nor forgive.
* - She has potential...
**- We could make her more powerful
I'll be postin' prolly tomorrow!
"Et parnethas sin'kvalost." Uhl slowly repeated a well-known elvish mantra. The former assassin nodded his head, trying to find healing between all of the pain that the Qacian elves have experienced. How could these wounds heal? All Uhl could see were festering incisions that needed a drastic cure; the cure could be war. The elf shook his heads off of these thoughts, then, his focus was diverted by a small hand that grabbed his. Uhl eyed the princess cautiously, as if preparing himself for combat. As the princess grabbed his hand, Uhl winced a little bit: the Slave Cuffs, crafted from magic, would always tighten whenever someone else would touch Uhl. Ironically, only a touch from a royal could remove the cuffs, however, it should be a touch where the royal is willing to remove the said cuffs. However, Uhl tried his best to hide the numb pain. He listened to the princess' terrible elvish, and smiled a little from amusement.
However, Uhl's smile vanished when the princess mentioned of a war. How could she, a sheltered, naive, and innocent creature, know of the darkness of this world? The princess was still ignorant of the terrors of war. When you kill a person, no matter how much you wash your hands, the blood of the victim will always stay in your soul. It gnaws at you, the thoughts of you taking a life is terrible to live with. The princess didn't deserve any of these horrors.
But then again, should the princess be taken hostage, wouldn't that mean that she could serve as a bargaining chip to oust the king? Wait, wait! Uhl coughed at these thoughts, removing them from his mind. Still, Uhl smiled at the small declaration of the girl to take the elves' side in the war. Well, what could she do anyway for them?
As Sylvestra knelt to the ground to honor the princess, Uhl also bowed in respect. Uhl looked at Sylvestra, noticing that she gave him a wink; he got the message clearly, and so, he nodded. "What Sylvestra said is true, milady. When war comes, we will do our hardest to keep you from harm. You are a princess and must be treated and protected as such." Uhl smiled gently as he looked at the princess. "By the way, milady, you might want to return to the royal dining hall. The court might be already looking for you."
However, Uhl's smile vanished when the princess mentioned of a war. How could she, a sheltered, naive, and innocent creature, know of the darkness of this world? The princess was still ignorant of the terrors of war. When you kill a person, no matter how much you wash your hands, the blood of the victim will always stay in your soul. It gnaws at you, the thoughts of you taking a life is terrible to live with. The princess didn't deserve any of these horrors.
But then again, should the princess be taken hostage, wouldn't that mean that she could serve as a bargaining chip to oust the king? Wait, wait! Uhl coughed at these thoughts, removing them from his mind. Still, Uhl smiled at the small declaration of the girl to take the elves' side in the war. Well, what could she do anyway for them?
As Sylvestra knelt to the ground to honor the princess, Uhl also bowed in respect. Uhl looked at Sylvestra, noticing that she gave him a wink; he got the message clearly, and so, he nodded. "What Sylvestra said is true, milady. When war comes, we will do our hardest to keep you from harm. You are a princess and must be treated and protected as such." Uhl smiled gently as he looked at the princess. "By the way, milady, you might want to return to the royal dining hall. The court might be already looking for you."
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Uhl smiled as the princess accepted his gift, and best of all, she placed it where anyone could see it in the open. Truly, this woman was really different from her kin. Uhl turned away, however, the princess motioned for him to take something. Was it a biscuit? Was it the same biscuit that he had cooked? Uhl smiled at the irony of it all. The elf bowed his head as he thanked the princess profusely. "I will forever remember your kindness, your grace."
Uhl's eyes darted to another figure who had appeared from the shadows. However, he relaxed upon seeing that it was only Lady Sylvestra of the Druidic Division. Uhl had only seen Sylvestra few times since they belonged to quite different worlds; Uhl was in the Assassination division while Lady Sylvestra belonged the magic oriented sectors. The last time he saw Lady Sylvestra was during the climax of the Human-Elven war, specifically, before Uhl and his fellow elite warriors would be sent off to the battle; this was the same battle where Uhl would be captured.
"I am honored to be in your presence, La-- I mean, Sylvestra." Uhl omitted the title so as to prevent some eavesdroppers to know that Uhl would have some connections within the castle; he was still keeping his helpless and blind image intact so that no Bounty Hunters would come for him. "It is indeed suppertime, however, the princess desired to break away from her relatives. I merely came out here to watch over her."
Uhl looked around the garden, keeping his still functioning right eye on Sylvestra. "This is a nice garden, Sylvestra. Rina amin en' eska (it reminds me of home). Ta naikelea (it is painful though)." Uhl nodded softly.
Uhl's eyes darted to another figure who had appeared from the shadows. However, he relaxed upon seeing that it was only Lady Sylvestra of the Druidic Division. Uhl had only seen Sylvestra few times since they belonged to quite different worlds; Uhl was in the Assassination division while Lady Sylvestra belonged the magic oriented sectors. The last time he saw Lady Sylvestra was during the climax of the Human-Elven war, specifically, before Uhl and his fellow elite warriors would be sent off to the battle; this was the same battle where Uhl would be captured.
"I am honored to be in your presence, La-- I mean, Sylvestra." Uhl omitted the title so as to prevent some eavesdroppers to know that Uhl would have some connections within the castle; he was still keeping his helpless and blind image intact so that no Bounty Hunters would come for him. "It is indeed suppertime, however, the princess desired to break away from her relatives. I merely came out here to watch over her."
Uhl looked around the garden, keeping his still functioning right eye on Sylvestra. "This is a nice garden, Sylvestra. Rina amin en' eska (it reminds me of home). Ta naikelea (it is painful though)." Uhl nodded softly.
Uhl closed his eyes. "I beg you to forgive my insolence, your grace. I was merely following the orders of the Powerful Lord Farieh who had bought my life and existence with 3 shekels of silver." the elf bowed his head until his face was hidden from sight. Uhl was happy actually. Nowadays, it's quite hard to get even with these monstrosities known as humans, however, if he could piss them off, then that is worth something. The elf servant stood up as he did an extremely low bow, slowly rising in the process while maintaining his eyes on the floor. "Thank you for your utmost mercy, your highness. Please, excuse my presence." Uhl bowed again while he slowly left the throne room. The royal court members were now beginning to pile in the dining room; they grabbed the food with such greed in their eyes, causing Uhl to be repulsed with such display. A sight caught Uhl's eyes-- it was the princess who had left the room!
"What could she be up to?" Uhl mumbled to himself as he quickly followed through with the princess. Uhl followed silently and surreptitiously, making sure that the shadows were covering him. He thought that the princess would take the food, and gobble them all up-- hiding just to cover her 'royal' image. However, what he saw surprised him greatly: the princess merely began to consume her food slowly, and what's more, she spared some morsels for the animals. This was an act that was highly rare in this desolate hell. Her eyes were fixated upon those poppies-- the poppies that he had planted in the past. Uhl smiled softly as he realized that this princess was something else though.
Uhl cleared his throat and straightened his uniform as he edged closer to the princess. "Pardon my insolence, your highness, but your family members are dining in the Royal Hall. The garden isn't the safest place for a royal such as yourself." Uhl bowed while keeping a reasonable distance from the princess. Uhl chuckled as he observed some of the squirrels and other creatures took the bread that the princess gave. "Giving the animals lereth or elven cooked bread would make them bigger beyond the average size, your grace."
The elvish servant sighed deeply as he approached the poppies, and uttered a small incantation. "Halya Mereth" Uhl smiled as he picked one of the poppies, and examined it. "In elvish, these poppies' names mean Festival of Shades. When these flowers bloom, they signify the elvish feast to begin." the elf's eyes were distant as if he saw a ghost of the past; the memories of the last feast he would attend. Uhl shook his head as he turned to the princess, and extended the poppy in his hand. "Forgive my talkativeness, your grace. Whatever is in this kingdom is rightfully yours-- especially, these poppies that I had planted." Uhl chuckled softly as he gave the poppy to the princess.
"What could she be up to?" Uhl mumbled to himself as he quickly followed through with the princess. Uhl followed silently and surreptitiously, making sure that the shadows were covering him. He thought that the princess would take the food, and gobble them all up-- hiding just to cover her 'royal' image. However, what he saw surprised him greatly: the princess merely began to consume her food slowly, and what's more, she spared some morsels for the animals. This was an act that was highly rare in this desolate hell. Her eyes were fixated upon those poppies-- the poppies that he had planted in the past. Uhl smiled softly as he realized that this princess was something else though.
Uhl cleared his throat and straightened his uniform as he edged closer to the princess. "Pardon my insolence, your highness, but your family members are dining in the Royal Hall. The garden isn't the safest place for a royal such as yourself." Uhl bowed while keeping a reasonable distance from the princess. Uhl chuckled as he observed some of the squirrels and other creatures took the bread that the princess gave. "Giving the animals lereth or elven cooked bread would make them bigger beyond the average size, your grace."
The elvish servant sighed deeply as he approached the poppies, and uttered a small incantation. "Halya Mereth" Uhl smiled as he picked one of the poppies, and examined it. "In elvish, these poppies' names mean Festival of Shades. When these flowers bloom, they signify the elvish feast to begin." the elf's eyes were distant as if he saw a ghost of the past; the memories of the last feast he would attend. Uhl shook his head as he turned to the princess, and extended the poppy in his hand. "Forgive my talkativeness, your grace. Whatever is in this kingdom is rightfully yours-- especially, these poppies that I had planted." Uhl chuckled softly as he gave the poppy to the princess.
A few hours passed within the room with Khor merely staring at the nothingness of it all. He noticed two more figures entering the room; the magical nausea increased within the vicinity. Just when Khor thought that whatever they were called for would be explain, another figure entered the room. She was a woman... with a strange accent. In fact, if Khor had an accent contest, this woman would win first prize. The summoner rolled his eyes as if they were of any use whilst he continued to examine the things around him with his hands.
Suddenly, the monarchs began to speak. Finally! The dilly-dollying was driving him insane from all the waiting. He could have been back into the Aether or into the forest so he could shackle more and more creatures to his side... but no, he just had to be called for some idiotic meeting. Of course, he had never ventured too far from the forest where he resides in... Civilization was getting too chaotic for Khor's taste. Besides, Khor knew he could protect his territory; he was more than capable of doing so. It's quite ironic that the ones who were powerful enough to hold their own never stayed too long in a 'civilized' location, most of these powerful mages ventured outside, and lived elsewhere. This would mean that all of them in this room, aside from the monarchs and their lackeys, held not a single shred of obligation to help this blasted kingdom. Rewards? Khor didn't them. Title? What would a title do in the harsh world of the forest? No. Khor didn't find any value in any of those rewards, in fact, he felt annoyed that the monarchs were even offering it to them, as if they were desperate for titles and rewards. They were mages, and that status alone is reward enough.
"Yer gettin' willy-nilly, aren't you, Chair-boy? It been sometime when a crown-head be beggin' for help-- askin' help from some 'lil o' strangers." Khor mumbled, his eyes wildly rolling around. "Did 'cha lose yer precious 'wee mages to the point where ye be havin' no other choice but to ask total strangers fer help? Can't that magical lamp help ye no more?" Khor chuckled, pointing at the source of such oozing magical energies (Ophelia).
Khor lowered his hand as he chuckled softly, his eyes focusing on the monarchs as if he could see.
"Lil' old me ain't gotta fight-- because of ye be threatin' my land when 'dis shadows be rampagin'. 'Dat ain't nice. 'Im more than capable of defendin' mah own territory, ya hear, magic lamp? But then again, when ye chair-sitters would be losin' yer lands, where would ye be goin'? To the forests? Hah! No." Khor mumbled on and on without a care for the world. "I'm only gonna be fightin' because I don't want none of ya to set foot on my hood."
The summoner laughed lightly, then he cleared his throat. "Still... Ye be worried of your men who might betray ya, crown-kid. But, ye called for complete strangers, who be havin' no obligation to yer kingdom, to help ya. What then be the difference between them and us? The world that be outside of your chair, Chair-boy, is dark. Ye might have failed to see 'dat. It be time to get up and see beyond yer kingdom, rather than lettin' your lackeys and lassies do the dirty deed fer ya." Khor tilted his head as he grabbed the amulet; his nimble fingers running through the prized jewel of authority.
Suddenly, the monarchs began to speak. Finally! The dilly-dollying was driving him insane from all the waiting. He could have been back into the Aether or into the forest so he could shackle more and more creatures to his side... but no, he just had to be called for some idiotic meeting. Of course, he had never ventured too far from the forest where he resides in... Civilization was getting too chaotic for Khor's taste. Besides, Khor knew he could protect his territory; he was more than capable of doing so. It's quite ironic that the ones who were powerful enough to hold their own never stayed too long in a 'civilized' location, most of these powerful mages ventured outside, and lived elsewhere. This would mean that all of them in this room, aside from the monarchs and their lackeys, held not a single shred of obligation to help this blasted kingdom. Rewards? Khor didn't them. Title? What would a title do in the harsh world of the forest? No. Khor didn't find any value in any of those rewards, in fact, he felt annoyed that the monarchs were even offering it to them, as if they were desperate for titles and rewards. They were mages, and that status alone is reward enough.
"Yer gettin' willy-nilly, aren't you, Chair-boy? It been sometime when a crown-head be beggin' for help-- askin' help from some 'lil o' strangers." Khor mumbled, his eyes wildly rolling around. "Did 'cha lose yer precious 'wee mages to the point where ye be havin' no other choice but to ask total strangers fer help? Can't that magical lamp help ye no more?" Khor chuckled, pointing at the source of such oozing magical energies (Ophelia).
Khor lowered his hand as he chuckled softly, his eyes focusing on the monarchs as if he could see.
"Lil' old me ain't gotta fight-- because of ye be threatin' my land when 'dis shadows be rampagin'. 'Dat ain't nice. 'Im more than capable of defendin' mah own territory, ya hear, magic lamp? But then again, when ye chair-sitters would be losin' yer lands, where would ye be goin'? To the forests? Hah! No." Khor mumbled on and on without a care for the world. "I'm only gonna be fightin' because I don't want none of ya to set foot on my hood."
The summoner laughed lightly, then he cleared his throat. "Still... Ye be worried of your men who might betray ya, crown-kid. But, ye called for complete strangers, who be havin' no obligation to yer kingdom, to help ya. What then be the difference between them and us? The world that be outside of your chair, Chair-boy, is dark. Ye might have failed to see 'dat. It be time to get up and see beyond yer kingdom, rather than lettin' your lackeys and lassies do the dirty deed fer ya." Khor tilted his head as he grabbed the amulet; his nimble fingers running through the prized jewel of authority.
Can't wait XD I've been quite busy so far :) Just got done with proposal defense, so I'm kinda freeeee~
The hot pans and scalding waters danced around the kitchen as the hustle and bustle of the morning meal preparations began. Knives flying here and there, curses spouted left and right; the kitchen was a battlefield in its own right. An elf dashed madly around the chaos as he grabbed the piece of steamed meat before madly applying the spices and sauces that came along with it. The elf didn't even bat an eye as he grabbed and poured the various ingredients into the pot.
"Really... Using medicinal herbs as mere spices? These humans-- I'll never understand their idiocy." the elf mumbled under his breath, grabbing the sharp knife at his wooden counter. In a flash, the elf's hands handled the knife so expertly that the meat was minced within a few seconds or so; it was as if he was chopping a real person. The elf scooped up the pieces as he poured them into the bowl and nimbly sped away to finish the dish. It took hours to complete the entire meal, and when it was done, all the servants lined up behind the doors that separated the kitchen from the rest of the castle areas.
"UHL! Get your worthless elvish rear right here, right now!" the head cook screamed, his veins almost popping from his temple. The elf, Uhl, bowed his head as he took his place at the rear part in the line of servants. The doors opened as the procession of dishes came prancing out of the kitchen. They were heading for the dining hall as it seemed. Suddenly, Uhl was stopped by the head cook.
"Look here, elf-boy. I want you to go to the King and announce to him that his royal meal, prepared by his most royal and loyal cook, is ready for his royal palate! I want you to stress my royal-ness and my skill! I hope your pointy-ears, oops, I'm sorry... Your broken ear has heard everything. Now, get out of my sight!" the cook shouted his order as Uhl bowed and turned, speeding away towards the throne room. Uhl was shaking, not out of fear or shock, but out of pure and seething rage. His hands trembled as if it was holding a blade. His teeth gritted and gnashed in fury. However, Uhl knew that he shouldn't lose his focus and cool now. This was as close as he could get to the royal throne. Someday... someday... He could---
Uhl arrived at the throne room as he deftly knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the cold earth. He had been taught by that poor excuse of a chef to always bow in front of royalty, much less the King. The cuffs that clamped painfully on his wrists was a sign that he was a 'broken' elf, that he possessed no more will to fight back. Based on Uhl's perspective, he could only see, more or less, the right side of the room. Being blind in the left side and all... It could be symbolic-- Uhl only sees what is right.
"Great and honorable, King Emery, and the loyal and fearless, Royal Court. The skillful and wise, Head Cook, Lord Farieh, is pleased to announce that with his unparalleled mastery of culinary measures, the meal fit for a king and the court is now ready for consumption in the royal dining hall. The King and the Court are invited to partake of a divine meal." Uhl merely repeated what Farieh told him to say; that egotistical prick had an inflated ego for a start.
Uhl kept his head bowed down, however, he did notice some prominent figures within the room. There was the King, a despicable human life. Along with him were the guards, Juno and Acatha. He had heard stories of their skills and merciless retribution. Of course, who wouldn't the know the Great Persecutor, Alston? That man slew elves as if they were animals. Another sight was there, the Princess. Her name was Anya; a beautiful lass she was. Uhl would have paid more attention to her if she wasn't a human in the first place. One thing was for sure though... All of them sickened him in that room. Of course, he couldn't show it... at least, not openly.
"Really... Using medicinal herbs as mere spices? These humans-- I'll never understand their idiocy." the elf mumbled under his breath, grabbing the sharp knife at his wooden counter. In a flash, the elf's hands handled the knife so expertly that the meat was minced within a few seconds or so; it was as if he was chopping a real person. The elf scooped up the pieces as he poured them into the bowl and nimbly sped away to finish the dish. It took hours to complete the entire meal, and when it was done, all the servants lined up behind the doors that separated the kitchen from the rest of the castle areas.
"UHL! Get your worthless elvish rear right here, right now!" the head cook screamed, his veins almost popping from his temple. The elf, Uhl, bowed his head as he took his place at the rear part in the line of servants. The doors opened as the procession of dishes came prancing out of the kitchen. They were heading for the dining hall as it seemed. Suddenly, Uhl was stopped by the head cook.
"Look here, elf-boy. I want you to go to the King and announce to him that his royal meal, prepared by his most royal and loyal cook, is ready for his royal palate! I want you to stress my royal-ness and my skill! I hope your pointy-ears, oops, I'm sorry... Your broken ear has heard everything. Now, get out of my sight!" the cook shouted his order as Uhl bowed and turned, speeding away towards the throne room. Uhl was shaking, not out of fear or shock, but out of pure and seething rage. His hands trembled as if it was holding a blade. His teeth gritted and gnashed in fury. However, Uhl knew that he shouldn't lose his focus and cool now. This was as close as he could get to the royal throne. Someday... someday... He could---
Uhl arrived at the throne room as he deftly knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the cold earth. He had been taught by that poor excuse of a chef to always bow in front of royalty, much less the King. The cuffs that clamped painfully on his wrists was a sign that he was a 'broken' elf, that he possessed no more will to fight back. Based on Uhl's perspective, he could only see, more or less, the right side of the room. Being blind in the left side and all... It could be symbolic-- Uhl only sees what is right.
"Great and honorable, King Emery, and the loyal and fearless, Royal Court. The skillful and wise, Head Cook, Lord Farieh, is pleased to announce that with his unparalleled mastery of culinary measures, the meal fit for a king and the court is now ready for consumption in the royal dining hall. The King and the Court are invited to partake of a divine meal." Uhl merely repeated what Farieh told him to say; that egotistical prick had an inflated ego for a start.
Uhl kept his head bowed down, however, he did notice some prominent figures within the room. There was the King, a despicable human life. Along with him were the guards, Juno and Acatha. He had heard stories of their skills and merciless retribution. Of course, who wouldn't the know the Great Persecutor, Alston? That man slew elves as if they were animals. Another sight was there, the Princess. Her name was Anya; a beautiful lass she was. Uhl would have paid more attention to her if she wasn't a human in the first place. One thing was for sure though... All of them sickened him in that room. Of course, he couldn't show it... at least, not openly.
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