Ok. This is my first bit of writing in a long time and i hope it is up to standards for here so enjoy it and don't worry about beign to rough on critiquing.
It was coming. Just like it always did. It always came on the same day at the same time of the day.
I shrank back into a corner of my little cell. Having the knowledge that it was coming and not being able to do anything about it was mind numbing.
It was coming and there was nothing I could do about it.
In the distance I heard a door close. They were getting closer. I had two men assigned to me. Once a week they were to do anything they could to me in order to get me to give them what their boss wanted. They didn’t even know what they were torturing me for. All they knew was when I told them I was ready to give in I was to be brought to their master immediately.
The door to my cell was suddenly opened. After a week of the single sickly torch lit confines of my cell the sunlight streaming through the window by the door blinded me. As I regained my sight I saw I had a new visitor. He was tall and wore a long robe with a hood.
“Rise.”
The order came from one of the regular men. His voice was flat and authoritative. I was on my feet before I realized.
“Do not move unless told to.”
This came from the other regular. His voice always had a hint of a laugh in it as if he found it amusing to torture me. It is likely that he did. The stranger pulled a candle out of his robe and lit it from the small torch in the wall.
“Leave us. I need to speak to him.”
His voice was light, which surprised me. Most men of this area had deeper voices. When he spoke he did not look up. He kept his hood on and as had his head slightly bent forward so one could see the upper part of his face. The men obeyed without question and quickly shut the door behind them. I was alone in my cell with this strange man. My mind swam with questions. Who was he? What did he want to talk to me about? I did not have to wait long to find out.
“What is your name boy?”
“Tharin sir.”
“After the first of your kind. It is a good name.”
I was shocked. Few outside of my race knew our tales and history. This man would have had to travel to my people’s lands to learn such tales and that was nearly impossible for any human to do.
“Tell me. How long have you been held captive?”
“Five years sir.”
His body stiffened and he almost looked up at me, but stayed himself before he did. He had still not shown his upper face.
“Five years?! You have truly lived up to the standards of your kind. I a impressed by your physical strength, but do you have the mental strength to back it up? How close are you to telling them your secret?”
My previous shock turned to fear. As few humans there were that knew our history was a great number compared to those that knew about our secrets. Every one of my people had one. No one ever asked or told their secret. Keeping it to yourself was the best way to stay alive. If another knew your secret then you would no longer be necessary to the people. It took all the secrets combined to lead the way to the Savior. The Savior, the one thing that once saved all the races from annihilation. That was many years ago though, so no one knows who or what the Savior is. My people all realize the danger it could possibly be, but the few humans who don’t think it is just a myth believe it can be used as a way to make them more powerful. They look for anyone that has the shining eyes, one of the more prominent features of my people. Our eyes shine as if they have a light behind them. It heightens our sight but also marks us out from humans. It is a curse and a blessing.
“How do you know about the secret?”
The stranger smirked and looked up. His eyes were shining and he said what I had dreamed of hearing ever since my captivity began.
“Because I am one of your people, the Elves. I am here to rescue you.”
