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Palurin en' Maranwe
(World of Destiny)
A gust of wind swept across the plain, whipping the elf-king's long black cloak about his shoulders as he led the angry mob. He snarled as he caught sight of Annon's house in the distance and raised his shining sword Gurtha; Death. For death it was to those who fought it. King Laur galloped upon his black mustang as the wind bellowed his white hair through the air. As they arrived at Annon’s house things were quite.
Once they did the angry mob took their torches and lit Annon’s house on fire. The fire quickly consumed the small building. Annon awoke in a rush of adrenalin when he sensed that he was surrounded by smoke and fire. He quickly packed his clothes and some food, while his lungs were filling with smoke and he was suffocating to death. On his way out he looked around in fear seeing all that he knew being devoured in his sight. Then he snuck out the back door of the small house as quickly as he could while it was burning to the ground. Annon made his way to the Taure en' Estela (Forest of Hope) with the sounds of wood cracking behind him, but before he could make it to the forest he was cut off by Heru Laur and the angry mob.
“Annon you might as well stop running,” yelled Heru Laur as he stopped his horse in front of Annon. Annon then looked around almost as if he was waiting for someone then suddenly he heard the call of a crow.
“Well Laur you think you have it all figured out, don’t you?” asked Annon as he stared deeply in Heru Laur’s soul with his lime green eyes while his long black hair swished in the wind and his pale skin tensed up as if he was being stabbed in the back.
"To be honest, I have figured it all out. For instance you have broken the laws of the war. You know that it is forbidden for any non-government communication between the dwarves and the elves during the war, but you went ahead and became friends with that cowardly dwarf! So now in honor of Val Til I will execute you on this very spot!” screamed Heru Laur as he held Gurtha high above his head with honor.
Part One Annon
Annon awoke from his restless sleep when he heard his stomach growl so loud. That you would think he hadn’t ate in weeks. It just so happened that was exactly the case. So he got up from the bed and went over to a large basket by the door to grab some bread. When he opened the basket he found that there wasn’t even enough bread to make a crumb for a mouse. He then realized that he had to go hunting; in order to get items that could be sold for some gold coins; so that he could buy some more food.
He quickly put on the hunting clothing that his father had given him before he passed away the clothing was a: brown, light-weight leather tunic, and a pair of brown light-weight leather shorts. He then grabbed the leather quiver, his only wooden bow, and all 12 of the arrows. He then placed the arrows in his quiver and slung it and the bow across his back. Next he grabbed some hunting knifes; there was a very large one that resembled a butchers knife that was used to chop up the game that he kills and get rid of the unnecessary parts of the game; there was even a smaller one that he used to finish of the small game that he sometimes traps.
Then he made his way out of the small house and off his property. When he got to the road he looked up at the sky so that he could guess what time it was. Then he was suddenly interrupted by his neighbor, Elaina, a beautiful female elf with long blonde hair, and light blue eyes that Annon believes sparkle like a diamond even though he has never seen one.
“Good morning Annon, did you sleep well last night?” asked Elaina in a very soft tone as if she was hiding something.
He tried not to blush as he responded, “No ma’am, I didn’t sleep well, I never do”.
“Well, it seems as if you’re going hunting, do you plan on keeping the meat and selling the rest?” Elaina asked while she slowly looked down at Annon’s feet and looked over him from bottom to top.
He then replied quickly relied,” Yes I do ma’am, do you need meat or any other food?”
Elaina hesitated at first, but then she replied with,” Yes I do I would pay you to bring me some meat, bread, and sugar if I had the gold coins to do so.”
“Don’t worry about a thing Elaina; I will bring you those items, though it may be a few days until I return,” stated Annon in an insuring tone.
“Thank you Annon I will await your return,” whispered Elaina. Elaina then walked up to him very slowly and put her lips as close to his as possible without them touching. She did this as if she was teasing him and with a sparkle in her light blue orbs. She then softly pecked him on the lips just lightly enough for him to feel the sensation.
He then looked her in the eyes as if she just lit up his whole world. “I must get started on my journey,” said Annon while trying to hide his blush red cheeks. He then turned towards Taure en' Estela (Forest of Hope) and was on his way. He looked over his shoulder once only to see Elaina watching him.
Part One Forya
Forya grunted tiredly as he sat up in bed
Morning already, he sighed to himself.
He sighed and ran a hand through his long white beard. Life seemed to go by so fast. Slowly he reached out, and steadying himself on the oak bed-frame, he stood weakly. Mornings didn't go well with him.
Limping into the kitchen he glanced into the second bedroom in the tiny cobblestone cottage. Why did he have two bedrooms? He ran a gnarled hand along the rough wall and stepped over to the oak counter. Shoving a couple chairs out of his way he dropped down on a third one.
It had been ten years. Ten years since a near elven child had been killed by Forya's very own people. Why did I try to save you, he whispered to himself. What elf's life was worth a dwarf’s freedom? He shook his head tiredly, his white pony tail bouncing back and forth. He had done what was right. His conscience was at peace.
He chuckled to himself and stood, pacing over to the wrought iron stove. One hundred and forty eight years and he was complaining that he'd lost ten. He quickly brewed himself a mug of tea, and took a sip. Perfect.
He stared mildly out the window looking over the swamps. The eruumea nada, as the people of Palurin en' Maranwe called it.
Beyond it, in the distance he could see the Forest of Hope, or Taure en' Estela as the people of Palurin en' Maranwe called it. Taure en’ Estela was elf land.
Forya glanced down at his mug and caught his own brown eyes staring up at him from the polished steel. He ran his fingers across his moustache. He didn't regret what he'd done. No, he didn't.
He then went behind his cottage and started heading south. Within twenty minutes he was across the border of the Elf Kingdom and in the Forest of Hope. He figured that sense he was already there he might as well keep walking. So he walked for another two hours.
Then suddenly he heard a wolf howl he wondered where it could be then he heard leafs crunching nearby. So he stopped in his tracks, with his boots shaking so much that you would think it was an earthquake. He was only scared because he hadn’t brought any of his weapons for protection. He wasn’t even wearing his hell bound armor.
Forya slowly started to walk forward, but when he heard rustling in the bushes around him that was all over. He quickly started to run as fast as his little stumpy legs would carry him. Then he was suddenly trampled over by a wolf that was so big that it was bigger than he was. Forya knew that he wouldn’t be able to out run the wolves, but he was not at all sure if he would be able to defeat them in a battle with out his weapons.
Forya then turned around and stared one of the wolves in the eyes, but then he was tackled by another wolf. So he tried pushing the wolf off him, but he couldn’t. Then he screamed with all his might, but he knew that was a bad idea because he was in the Elf Kingdom. Then suddenly an arrow struck the wolf that pinned him down. It pierced the wolf right between the eyes. That’s when he realized that he was in real danger.