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Evana ran out to meet her husband, flinging herself into his arms with abandon. After long moments, the elf composed herself enough to stand back and study him. "You're not hurt?" She asked softly, knowing that she sounded like a worrying old woman and, frankly, not caring.
She reached up and caressed his cheek momentarily before turning to gaze at her daughter and the boy with her. "Hello Ellena, dear." She smiled. "Congratulations." She moved forward to hug the child.
~*Ellena*~
Ellena patiently waited until her mom acknowledged her, then she moved forward to cling to her mom. As much as she'd always griped about her mother, she would never trade her for anyone. The ex-assassin worried herself sick over trivial things...but Ellena knew that Evana didn't quite savvy having people close to her...she'd grown up where an emotion could kill you.
Ellena kissed her mom on the cheek, tears in her eyes as she realized just how much she'd missed her mother's worrying...then she turned to her dad. As her mom had done minutes before, Ellena threw herself into Edge's arms with abandon...her arms tightened around him as she pressed her face into his chest, breathing in all of the scents that she'd loved to smell so much as a child...all of the scents that made her dad unique...that made her know, somehow, that he'd always be there.
She'd come home...
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-Edge gave Evana a look that warned her that they had to move on, they had to talk about what was going to happen now that their old foes were coming back. However as he looked down at his daughter he wanted to see her again as the little girl he remembered, but the young girl had grown into a woman. He sighed and kissed her forehead.
"Well Half Pint, lets met your little friend here... and get inside, Grandpa can be rather grumpy if he doesn't know all the pesky details."
He pushed her gently towards the door as he looked at Evana, a grimness that settled over his face.
"Eva..."
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| Posted On: 01/19/2003 At: 03:08:22 AM | | | Reply Link |
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A change came over the ex-assassin. Her expression closed in on itself and she turned to follow her daughter and the young man with her, stopping when she heard her husband speak.
"Eva..."
She turned, looking up at him. "We're too close for comfort...the hounds wouldn't be back otherwise...either that or they know something we don't and they're doing everything in their power to keep us from it." She turned to Edge, looking up into his eyes.
"Human..." She reached up and touched his cheek, then she smiled, chuckling gently. "Here we go again."
Fawn entered after her, moving to lay at Evana's feet as the elf sat. The aged woman leaned forward as she gazed at the woman that her daughter had become. She felt a brief flash of pain shoot through her as she realized that her daughter was no longer a child...but a woman. It was the first time she'd ever felt old...
"So, tell us who your friend is, Ellena." Her voice broke through the stillness.
~*Ellena*~
"This is my friend, Travis." Ellena spoke softly, looking at the man beside her. She was worried...he'd been quiet since they'd escaped...too quiet.
"Aunt Adara introduced us at one of the feasts that we attended..." she continued, and proceeded to tell the story of how she'd met Travis...including the dances that they'd shared in the magical moonlight on her nineteenth birthday.
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*Travis*
Travis stood in awe of Edge and Evana. The two greatest assassins were standing before him. he had always imagied meeting them but now that he saw them he was impressed. He found himself totally speechless and awed.
He looked at Edge's and Evana's faces and suddenly sensed the tension in the air. He studdered in his hello's to the parents of Ellena and blushed as he heard about the ball. Edge chuckled as he heard about it and cast a glance to Evana who blushed slightly.
"Sorta like our night eh?" Edge said naughtly to his wife.
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Evana chuckled and nudged him playfully, then she looked at her daughter and the young man. "It's very nice to meet the man who's finally caught our daughter's fancy. We'd feared that she was going to grow up to be one hell of an old maid."
Ellena's cheeks were growing redder with each word that came from her mother's mouth. "MOM!" she hissed, embarassed. Evana merely chuckled as she stood and headed upstairs to retrieve Kraggen.
"Kraggen," The elf's voice was gentle, "Ellena's arrived."
"Nindyn vel`usa korl nind ratha tharla elghinn dal lil alust"
(Those who watch their backs meet death from the front.)
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Kraggen looked at Evana and smiled from his bed. His eye twinkled, even through the months with out his granddaughter had been very harsh on him.He had missed the high engry girl with all his heart but it gladdened him to see her one more time.He chuckled.
"Well send her up to me... I can't wait all day you know.."
Edge was laughing softly seeing his daughters face getting redder.
"Don't worry your mother was an old maid by human standard before I made her young again." He said with a naughty laugh.
Travis was blushed at what Lady Evana said. He didn't realize that Ellena had other suitors besides him. However he was very glad that Ellena had favored him above all others.
Travis looked over at Ellena nervously, he silently pleaded to talk to her alone and that he was tired.
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Evana appeared on the stairs. "Ellena, he's asking for you."
Ellena gave her mother an odd look, then she gave Travis a pleading glance as she walked past her mother up the stairs, knowing that the pragmatic ex-assassin would quiz him thoroughly, she reached a sudden conclusion.
"Travis, will you come with me? I want Grandfather to meet you." She queried gently.
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Kraggen smiled as he looked at his elvish grand-daughter. She looked alot like her mother when you counted the ears and hair, but she clearly had her father's eyes and sense of humor, which was not a comforting thought to the old man. He smiled in spite of this thought, she had been trained well by her mother's lions, and had keenly watched her own father's training and picked up from it.
But the old man's eyes fell on the young man behind her. He searched the boy's face carefully, just as he had been doing since emily's child had been taken. However the results of what he found pained and pleased him greatly. The boy came closer to emily then any other child he had studied, however he kept this to himself as he spoke with his grandaughter.
"Well dear.. Back I see. I hope those lions taught you well..." He smiled "I suppose we'll see soon."
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Ellena smiled and knelt by his bed. "They taught me as well as can be expected, Grandfather. I missed you though." She kissed his cheek, then she stood to allow Travis to come forward.
"I've brought someone for you to meet. This is Travis...Aunt Adara introduced us during my stay with her and Uncle Almazon." She gently nudged her friend forward, smiling up at him.
~*Evana*~
Evana sat down beside her husband as the young ones went upstairs, she stretched and turned about, popping her back.
"They're cute together." She remarked as the two disappeared from hearing range.
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"Emmy.." Edge said looking her, his voice was very low. His wife eyes twitched and became very alert at the name. It was a code word they used when they were alone or in a bar. Both Evana and Edge had agreed long ago that Ellena should never learn the truth of Emily or her missing child, it was too dangerouse for her to know about. However the name had been used in tight spots in bars where spys hid or in INNs.
"We have to move them... and we have to hide the children now."
Travis knelt down beside the old man and looked into his face. Travis found wonder and discovery written all over in it. He smiled feeling that this man had something only he and this older man could share togather.
"Hello sir, I'm Travis...." and with that... Kraggen laughed.
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Evana nodded, agreeing immediately. Even after so long, her blood still froze in her veins at the sound of a hound's howl. As it to prove her point, Fawn's head came up sharply and she growled as a howl split the peace of the home.
She turned to look at Edge, her eyes filled with worry. "We've got to get them out of here...now..."
Ellena's Journal
I don't know what happened between Travis and Grandpa Kraggen in those last minutes of peace...it seems to me that they reached some inner-understanding or something of the sort. Enough so that when the howl split the air, I don't think either noticed...Mom and Dad surely heard it from downstairs, for even at that distance, time slowed so much for me that I could hear my mom's gasp of fear, her statement of trying to protect me.
I don't think any of us were prepared for what came next...
~*Ellena*~
Ellena turned at the sound of the howl, not noticing whether or not Travis and her Grandfather noticed. She felt the blood flowing through her veins run cold as she looked out the window. She grabbed the twin swords from her sheath and jumped from the window, onto the roof of a house below, where the hounds were waiting. She knocked the mutt off of the roof, following them and calling for her parents as she did so...an innocent act, sure, with only the intention to keep her grandfather out of harm's way on her mind.
She didn't count on the orders to capture the daughter of the Ex-Assassins...She didn't count the sorceror...She didn't count the fact that jumping out and down like she did sent her out of hearing range of her parents...
She didn't count that she'd be all alone...
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The howl sent a wave of rage through Edge as he jumped to his feet, his face set into battle.
"Ellena! TRAVIS!" He shouted as he rushed to the stairs. He called for them again. Kraggen was too weak to travel or even if he could he could not leave the village.
"Well Long Ears... Lets do what we do best.."
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Evana reached up and touched his cheek briefly. "Get the young ones out. Fawn and I will lead the hounds away from the village." She turned "Come on, Fawn." And ran from the house, the hound close behind her. Evana looked up in time to see her daughter throw herself from the upper window of the house and onto one of the hounds, then she was thrown into a fight.
Up came Jivvin and Elghinn, both blades dancing, waiting for the right moment. With a whirl, Elghinn darted in, pulling back as its sister-blade slashed forward and struck. It was just a glancing blow...but Jivvin and Elghinn were not normal swords...the flesh around the wound began to rot and infection began to spread.
Evana was already moving on to her next opponent in a desperate attempt to reach her daughter's side. Fawn had taken down at least four of the other hounds and was moving towards the last of the pack. Ellena wasn't faring quite as well, however, and the novice swordsman was hard pressed to keep up with the two opponents in front of her.
Evana lunged forward, past her last dying opponent, and drew one of the two away from her daughter, catching a lightning bolt from the wizard across her back as she did so. Wincing and doing her best to keep from crying out, the ex-assassin drove Elghinn into her last opponent's chest, up to its hilt, and turned to face the deadly wizard.
She was hit with another bolt of the deadly lightning, but managed somehow to evade the next two...and call Nick, one of her two daggers, to her hand. She'd somehow lost hold on Jivvin and Elghinn in her desperate rush, and Nick and its sister blade, Kill, both drove into the wizard's sides...
The elf fell to one knee, her energy sapped, and didn't see the approaching swordsman behind her.
~*Ellena*~
Ellena finally managed to finish off her remaining opponent and turned, looking for her mom. She witnessed the killing of the wizard, and saw the second swordsman...but in vain. She couldn't reach her mom in time...but she began running anyways.
"Mom!" She screamed in desperation...
By some miracle, she made it by the swordsman's second strike...
~*Evana*~
Evana felt a burst of pain moving up her back as she fell, face down, to the dirt. She heard the ringing of swords above her and didn't move, for fear of breaking her daughter's concentration. She heard a groan and a thud, and then running footsteps as her sore, but triumphant daughter ran to her side.
"Too late..." She whispered to herself...closing her eyes and trying not to move.
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| Posted On: 01/30/2003 At: 10:10:36 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Edge stopped, and placed a hand over his heart, his eyes wide. It had felt as if something had prieced the very soul of his being. He breathing became heavier as he rushed. He grabbed Travis and nearly threw the boy down the steps. Edge didn't answer anything, his eyes had a wild look in them, pain, shock, revenge, and confusion. He shoved the protesting Travis without a sound down a hatch he himself had used many years ago to hide away from the wizard. Travis didn't calm but he knew that there was nothing he could do.
"Stay down stay silent." Edge drew his sword and stormed out of the house, a power surged around him, a power that had not come without the years of heavy burdens. His eyes blazing, and his heart crying he slowed to Ellena.
"Get inside..." He looked at his little girl, and then turned to the dying wizard, blood drenching his robes. Edge growled and with out any warning plundged his sword deep into the wizards chest to the hilt, then swing his deadly sword he sliced the man's head off, blood from the wizard sprayed all over Edge, and the stains from a life time ago reappeared.
But Edge didn't care he knelt by his wife, trying to call her back to him. He laid his hands on her, taking her pain, taking everything he could.
"We were young when we had Ellena... We were married by the ties of our child... That child we shouldn't have had... We had a child, when we were forrbidden..." He whispered softly.
"I love you Evana DeyBreaker... I always will..."
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| Posted On: 01/30/2003 At: 10:26:55 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Evana's eyes slowly opened at the sound of her dear husband's voice and she looked up at him. Her eyes filled with tears as she lifted a weak hand to his cheek in love.
"Edge." She whispered. Her life was fading, she could feel the energy leaving her. "My dear Edge. I love you...so much." With the last of her energy, the dying elf lifted herself and kissed her husband one last time, allowing their lips to meld together until there was no telling where one began and the other ended...
And then the red-haired ex-assassin fell limp in her husband's arms.
~*Ellena*~
When her father ordered her back, she fled to the hatch that she knew of, opening it and climbing down with Travis, letting a choked sob escape her. She knew that if her mother died...it would be her fault. Had Ellena not been there, Evana would have struck hard once and rode out on Fawn, drawing the force away from the village, trusting that her faithful companion could outrun the hounds...
And now her mother was hurt...
And it was Ellena's fault...
A mournful, sorrow-ridden howl pierced the silence as Fawn sang her grief to the heavens.
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| Posted On: 02/01/2003 At: 11:36:47 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Edge kissed his dying wife with the same passion as he had the first time they had kissed, tears ran down his face as he kissed her, going down Evana's face. Even in Death they shared the same tears togather, just as they always had, but now instead of a perfect match of Hearts beating there was one.
He picked up the body and walked to the house stopping outside the door, he sighed. This was not the time for grief.
"Fawn!" The Hound came, whimpers could be heard. "PLease take Evana to Alamzon... If she has a chance of life, then we must strive for it." Edge gently laid the body over the hound's back and Fawn took off carrying the body.
He went into the house. "Come all of you... We're leaving... NOW." Ellena and Travis crawled out from the hatch, packs full from the underground supplies. Kraggen would be fine on his own.
~Travis~
Travis held Ellena and rocked her gentlyin his arms, trying to comfort her. Telling her it would be alright.
"Ellena...."
"Come all of you... We're leaving... NOW." Travis shuddered and climbed out, his eyes went wide at all the blood the man carried, he hoped none of it was his own. But it was the saddness in his eyes Travis saw. Something had happened but he and Ellena said nothing as they saddled up and began to ride out to Almazon's on Lord Edge's word. He stayed near Ellena's side as they traveled.
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| Posted On: 02/01/2003 At: 12:26:16 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Ellena watched her father worriedly as they rode...she saw the blood covering him. Almost afraid to ask, she spoke up hesitantly.
"Dad?" She asked softly. "A-are you hurt?"
The look on his face made her wish she hadn't said anything...the torn grief there...the intense sorrow torn with a sense of responsibility. Ellena looked down at Ash's silver mane, closing her eyes in desperation. The look said all she needed to hear...and thankful, indeed, was Ellena for Travis' presence...
A single tear dripped to Ash's shoulders as the young woman rode.
~*Beyond Death*~
She'd been there before once...a long time ago. Before, her family had taken her back by the sheer love for them...nineteen years before- to be exact...
She stood in front of the Oracle of Death, waiting for it to stand aside...
"Your time is not finished..." Its unworldly voice spoke as it advanced upon her. "Your destiny is not fulfilled. Three days have passed..." its cloak moved...and she felt herself spiralling downward into an abyss of darkness.
She opened her eyes and sat up with a start...as a child after a nightmare. She was tucked in a bed...and a soft one at that. Laying back, she tried to remember. Where was she?
The hunter walked in and she smiled faintly...remembering bits and pieces...waking up in the woods...being gathered into someone's arms...and then being tucked into a warm bed...
Her father? No...too young to be her father...or at least she thought so. She had no idea how old she was, or how she'd come to be in the woods...so had she just been created there? She turned to the hunter for help...
What he told her made her eyes grow wider and rounder with each word he spoke...and then he held out something...two swords...explaining that they and the daggers by her bed had been found with her...but...was that possible?
~*Ellena's Journal*~
As the days passed...I don't know what came over my dad. He never left Adara and Almazon's...other than to visit the local tavern. Travis and I put together Mother's Funeral...and together mourned the passing of the elf who had loved me from the moment I left her womb...and before. I don't know exactly why the hounds came for us in Grandpa Kraggen's Village...but whatever the reason, none came now. Counting their own losses, perhaps? My mother had not been a meager warrior...and we'd taken out nearly a score of their best fighters that day...between the two of us. Though Mother did most of the work...
Slowly, though...a change came over my father...I don't know exactly what happened...but a bounce returned to his step over the period of our stay at Adara and Almazon's...
I thought he was beginning to heal...how was I to know what was to follow?
~*Ellena*~
Ellena looked up from working with her filly as she heard Travis approaching. He was always near her, it seemed. She was thankful...the stress of the past three days had worn on the girl's emotions. She smiled gently and slid from Ash's back to walk over and give him a little hug.
"She's doing better today...you were right."
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Edge had slumped over a many, many, pints of Ale since his wife's death. It was if a whole part of him was missing. The feel of her hands on his shoulders, the sun glinting on her red hair, and the gentle and playful expressions in her eyes. At night it had been worse, the presence of another body not being there hurt him deeply, so he stayed drunk during the nights to ease this pain. Alamzon had sternly taken all his daggers and swords claiming there was no need for them. He did not attended to Evana's furneral, he refused everything that had to do with his wife, however after a while Alamazon barred him from going to the village and instead forced Edge to take a draft that would send him selfing with out dreams.
Evana still slept on an alter in the Elfish fasion. Herbs and magi made her stay the same, there was no decay, just her sleeping on a white marble alter with a pillow under her head. She wore the green dress and earings that Edge had given her a long time ago at the dance, where they had finally admitted they loved each other. A sheer white cloth covered her as if she was in bed and a white EverBloom was in her hand. But she was not Evana, not the woman he knew. So he had only stopped by the body at midnight to talk to her as if she could hear him.
However another angel seemed to have prepared herself for him. She was raven haired and tall, her skin pale and her lips full and deep red. She seemed to open her arms to him. She was a very daring woman, offering him many sweet pleasures of her ripe body. Edge found himself slowly depending on her and she shortened his vists with the dead wife...
Travis smiled as he hugged Ellena. She was a very strong woman, and he knew how deeply injuried she was about the death of Lady Evana. However he swore to himself he would not keep Ellena out of his sight. he would watch her and be with her, however at night how was to suppose to keep this silent oath? An idea popped into his head but he brushed it away with regret.
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Sheena smiled, her eyes glittering as she pushed a lock of her ebony hair back from her delicate face. It was early yet, she wouldn't be visited by her lover for at least another hour. With this in mind, Sheena ran her hand through her silky hair, humming as she picked up a brush and began running it needlessly through her already silk-smooth hair, as she did often when sorting through problems.
The child of her dear Lover was the problem that needed fixing now.
~*Ellena*~
Ellena rested her head against Travis' chest. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply the smell of his body, and then she pulled back. She didn't want to over-step the bounds of their friendship. Turning to hide her embarassment, Ellena walked back out to Ash and picked up a disgarded brush, running it over the filly's smooth flank.
"Travis." She commented, suddenly, turning. "Do you think Mom can see me from wherever she is?"
It was the first time she'd spoke of it...the first time she'd voiced her confusion when it came to her mother's death. The death that, as far as Ellena was concerned, never would have happened if not for her...
She rode the sleek black filly into a village. Her swords crossed her back in a deadly X...the sentient items had assured her that she was, indeed, the elven assassin. They were hiding something from her, she was sure, but she didn't say a word.
The hunter had provided her with the filly as she'd left, saying that it was the least he could do in the honor of her deeds. Seems she had saved the hunter's old village from someone...or something...before she'd lost her memory. That suited her fine, it was handy having an able-bodied and well-trained horse under her.
She noticed that those around her were unafraid...as if they knew something that she didn't. Well...that couldn't exactly be true. She was here to kill one of their citizen's, after all...
Sliding from the back of the filly- Gwenwhyvar, as the animal was called- she walked into the local tavern. Spotting her victim was easy enough. And out came one of her Sentient swords...Elghinn, as it called itself. A simple slash was enough, and she was out again, riding away as fast as Gwen's legs could carry her...
Thus began the rumors...that Evana Deybraker was an assassin once more.
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Travis step behind her and wraped his arm around her in a comforting way. They had been friends too long to know that he would accpet her, as a friend or beyond that point. He was very willing, however he firmly remained that she decide when she was ready to cross any lines. Her arms still worked the horse in front of him, his hands resting on her stomach.
"Travis." She commented, suddenly, turning in his arms. "Do you think Mom can see me from wherever she is?"
"Of course... Best chances she'll want you to be getting along with your life, and I guess looking after your dad..." He looked down and nuzzled against her face. "I'll be with you... always.."
Edge knocked gently and entered Sheena's room. She was brushing her hair, a flimsy robe garbed her. She was also humming to herself. It was an odd hum, a hum that a cat would make if it could. She looked up at him and smiled. Edge found himself smiling back at her. She was indeed incredible, and a great comfort to him, a wall he could place the past behind. He entered her chambers and handed her a rose.
"Good evening my lady..."
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~*Ellena*~
Ellena felt a jolt of some sort of undescribable emotion, then she slowly turned her head. Without thinking about the consequences of her actions, the young woman pressed her lips to Travis'- no longer wanting to fight her emotions. After mere moments, she pulled back and looked down, somewhat embarassed but in no way regretting it.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered softly, moving to turn back to Ash.
~*Sheena*~
Sheena turned as she heard the door open. She took the rose from Edge with a smile and lifted her face to his, kissing him delicately.
That kiss soon turned harder, deeper, and harder to stop...and Sheena pulled Edge to the bed with her.
She walked out of the house of yet another kill. A bloody business, perhaps, but it paid well. Walking out, she caught the reins on Gwen's Bridle and looked around. Smirking, she vaulted to the filly's back.
She had business in elven country. Seems that someone REALLY wanted a girl named Ellena dead. Well, she'd take care of that in due time...she had several other..."orders" to fill first.
Gwen's smooth stride closed the gap between the assassin and her prey at an almost alarming rate as she rode swiftly. The sentient swords on her back, Elghinn and Jivvin, had been excited for the last kill...a human swordsmaster...but he was easy...they were, however, anything but excited when it came to slaughtering the little half-breed elven girl.
She'd have the child's head on a platter and be gone before the first rays of morning...
But why?
She stopped to ponder it. The girl was little more than a child. Not really worthy. She'd look into this some more. She'd have to. Children- as far as she was concerned- were not proper targets...And until she knew why someone wanted this one dead...the assassin wasn't going to lift a sword against her.
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 | Posted On: 02/02/2003 At: 12:11:46 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Travis was stunned, the moment her lips had touched hers everything had been comfirmed. He turned her and kissed her gently, and carefully.
"Please don't be..." He smiled, "May I have another?" He smiled at her. His love for her had always been there, friendship had blossumed into deep affection. It was if everything was coming togather and no matter how tough things were they were suited to become one.
But little did they know history was repeating itself again. Once more Elf and Human had found perfection with out bloodshed. Their story would become renouned as time would pass, and slowly fade into Myth, and into fairy tales. And it would begin here.
Edge fell on top of Sheena, his lips locked with hers. There was no love in their heat of passion, it was a fight for both of them. Hands flickered and sought out weaknesses, and the instinc to dominate over took them. They embraced and fought with the same breath. It didn't take the two very long to find their way under the blankets where the fighting went on. Lust and power, pain and present.
Alamzon was in his high tower, Adara sitting on the bed, her robe now closed. She was humming happly, Alamzon smiled slightly, hearing her hum was a comfort. They had been married for a great many years, and still it amazed him that he could keep a companion for so long and still never tire of her.
"Whats on your mind dear?" Her soft voice spoke in Elvish.
"Kheldar..."
"He's in mourning... or so the Humans call it..." She said as she ran a silver comb through her hair. "We Elfs do not know much about this emotion and sometimes we forget... Our Kheldar is not an elf, he has human needs, not Elfish ones. "
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| Posted On: 02/02/2003 At: 12:26:02 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Ellena's hand caressed his cheek as she smiled gently at him. It hardly seemed possible that she could find love in one who'd been so great of a friend for so long. It was hardly how her mother had described her love for her father, that was for sure. Ellena somehow knew without a doubt that Travis would never leave her side. She brushed his lips with hers softly once more as she leaned into his embrace with an eagerness that she had never before known.
She pondered what she had learned. Ellena was her...no...she wouldn't think of that. That would mean that she would have loved once...and that was impossible...or was it? She turned her questions over to the sentient swords on her back and daggers in her boots...all four answered her as one...
She was Evana Deybraker...ex-assassin, wife of Edge, mother of Ellena.
This...could present some problems.
Evana pondered over this latest piece of past fed to her. Her only remaining relatives, it seemed, were an elven couple living quite nearby...Adara and Almazon...she'd pay them a visit- she decided.
Walking out to where her now faithful companion waited, Evana ran her hand over Gwen's flank and looked to the north where she would- perhaps- find her answers. She had no memory of any of her past, and was as happy as she thought she would ever get killing people...
Yes...after all, why should she go back? If her family had loved her that much, why hadn't they sought her out? Why not look for their missing family member? That must be it...they'd turned against her. Yes...why not? She had made quite a few enemies, hadn't she?
Brushing aside protests from Jivvin and Elghinn, Evana swung up onto Gwen's back. Her self-proclaimed conclusion on her mind, the elf turned her filly and rode off...
South...
In the direction of more potential Clients.
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Travis looked into her face and eyes. Her hand was gentle as it touched his face, he enjoyed it. It was too good to be true. But even if this was just a dream Travis was going to live it till it ended and then still go on. He would not abandon one who he had loved for so long.
His lips found hers again.
"Maybe he does have human needs, but he has Elfvish blood within him also.." Alamzon told her. "And there is news that... Evana is back from the dead..."
Adara looked at him. "The wizard got what he wanted then... The body and now the soul of Evana..."
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She jolted upright. With each new kill, a face pieced itself slowly together in her mind...it was complete now...eyes full of love, lips curved in a gentle, taunting and yet oddly loving smile...and now she could hear laughing...a voice filled with love...
Closing her eyes, she remembered...
"Long Ears, You can do better than that!"
"Shut up, Human! You're not the one having to spar you with a cold!"
"Whose fault is that?" Laughter "I didn't force you to spar me!"
"No, but you're the one who played on my pride! You knew I would never turn down a challenge!"
More laughing....
Evana opened her eyes and stood, picking up her pack and turning towards Gwen with one thought in mind. She was going to pay a visit to the elven couple in the north. Even if they turned her away, she had to know. She had to know whose voice it was that was beginning to haunt her...
She had to know who she had loved.
Ellena's smile was genuine when she finally broke the embrace. Perhaps the first genuine smile that she'd given anyone since her mother's death. Ash, sensing that her mistress wasn't paying attention to her, bit Ellena smartly on the buttox and ran.
"You fiend!" Ellena roared in mock rage as she turned and gave chase. "I'll have your head for that one, Ash!!!"
The two raced across the pasture as Ellena chased Ash, laughing hysterically...all thoughts of punishments forgotten.
~*Sheena*~
As the night wore on, a gentle knock sounded on Sheena's door, and the woman stood and read over the message before returning to Edge's waiting arms for another tumble of possessing passion.
She moved from the bed when she was certain that her lover was asleep. Pulling a flimsy robe around her frame, she walked to the window and gazed out, reflecting on the message.
Evana Deybraker was back in the country.
That...
Would create a major problem.
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| Posted On: 02/03/2003 At: 10:13:14 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Travis laughed and watched the two. He rubbed some sleep from his eyes, ever since he had come here there had been a diffrent kind of work. A work that used the heart to power it. It seemed as if Ellena would recover and begin to live again. She was laughing and smiling. He yawned finally.
"If you two don't mind I'm going to go to sleep. I need it." He said as he stumbled towards his chambers.
Edge had indeed felt his lover leave the bed and then slip back under him again. He murmered and found a place to rest his head, nibbling on her shoulder he asked her.
"What was that all about?"
Goldfish.... Don't Bounce.
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| Posted On: 02/03/2003 At: 11:45:32 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Sheena stroked his chest. "An associate coming to warn me of a rather dangerous adversary returning to this part of the country." She whispered in reply, trusting and hoping that he wouldn't sort through her cryptic words in his sleep-ridden haze.
~*Ellena*~
Ellena watched Travis move off to sleep, then she dropped the wall she'd built in those few minutes of eagerness. She knew that her emotional burden was wearing him thin, too, and so vowed to keep up a pretense of happiness around her friend. She was thankful for his protection...but not at the expense of his own health. Turning to Ash, she began grooming the filly gently, talking to her as if the horse was the only one in the world whom she could turn to.
And in a way, Ash WAS the only person Ellena could turn to...without guilt riding her for pouring her troubles on someone else's shoulders. Ash was a source of release, as talking helped Ellena lose the burden on her own shoulders without pouring it onto one of her friends or family.
The young woman detested seeing those close to her suffer...
She was nearly to Adara and Almazon's...only about a day or two away...when a howl split the air, chilling her blood in her veins. A large, overtly vicious looking dog jumped at her, causing Gwen to shy. Evana fell from the filly's back and the hound was on her. A roar split the air and the last thing that the elf saw before the world faded was a pack of lions attacking the dog.
When she woke up, her head hurt with a defined pounding that wouldn't cease. Groaning, she sat up, whispering. "What the..."
<<Your memories have been slowly pieced back together and restored to you.>> A gentle, telepathic voice soothed her gently.
She winced. "It hurts."
<<Memories do hurt, yes.>> The lion moved into the hut. <<But so too do the things that you now face, dear Evana.>>
She recognized him. "Hunter..."
The lion nodded. <<I'm sorry you cannot stay. Your fever from the hound's bite lasted longer than expected...Fawn has come at my call, as has another old friend of yours. Dakota, I believe his name was. Excitable hound, that one.>>
A flash of memory jolted the assassin as she remembered. She'd saved the dog as a puppy from drowning in a sack. A hunter's hound had had a litter of pups and Evana had saved those that she could from a horrible death and raised them herself. Dakota had always been her favorite, his coat was as red as the elf's hair and his spirit was just as fiery as her own.
She stood, despite the protest from her energyless limbs, and dressed herself. Strapping Elghinn and Jivvin across her back and sliding Nick and Kill into her boots, Evana stepped out into the sunlight to see Gwen grazing quietly to the side. Fawn was laying idly on a rock nearby and the other hound was sitting at alert beside the door.
Evana patted his head as she passed on her way to Fawn. The hound gave a soft woof and in the next instant, Evana was hugging her faithful friend with all of her might...
Turning, she looked at Hunter. "You said my time was dwindling...what do you mean?"
<<The hounds close in on Edge...even now there's one too close to him to leave me in comfort even for a moment. Ellena is in danger as well. Ever do the hounds watch her movements...they believe you dead. Your body lies on an altar in elven fashion, but shall disappear the moment you set eyes on it...>> The lion hesitated. <<You cannot be seen yet. Should you show yourself, the entire pack would set upon you without mercy...>>
Evana nodded. "I'll pick them off one at a time then, starting with the one who dares stalk my husband."
<<No.>> Hunter matched her unhappy stare. <<She must be the last to go. Should they find her missing...Edge might be attacked sooner.>>
"When do they plan on attacking? Do you know?"
<<No, but every day we spend idle, means a day closer to that attack that we haven't prepared. Go now, Evana. Gwenwhyvar is a good horse. Show yourself to no one until the time is right. Use your assassin's instincts. Use the instincts born of long years of killing.>>
Evana hesitated, then she turned and picked up the waiting pack, walking to Gwen's pen. "Come on Gwen." She told the eager filly as the horse moved to her. Swinging to Gwen's back, Evana called Dakota and Fawn after her as she rode off at a dead run, leaving nothing but dirt in her wake.
Thus it began...
OOC: Yeah, bow to the Eva for her long post when she should be doing HOMEWORK -.-' If I fail, I'm SOOO blaming...er...Fawn! No, better not. Dad'd make me sell her. Who knows.
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Almazon glared out the window. He did not like what he was being told. Adara when to their wardrobe and pulled out two diffrent robes, one for herself and one for Almazon. She handed the golden red to Almazon while she dressed into her deeper red, trimmed with gold. She wasn't humming, but a worried look hovered over her face.
The Two left the tower hand in hand and made their way through the fog to the small ruins of a chapel. It had been destroyed many many years ago but the stained glass and the alters had with stood it all. This place was scarce ground to them. Holy beyond all measures.Shafts of morning light came as the two stood in the highest point of the Elfish Chapel. The round platform that all light and all stained glass was focused at. Fog drifted around their feet, as the couple stood and waited, As soon as the false grey morning passed Adara lifted her voice to the Heavens singing her morning praises to Heaven and the Moon.
It was also a calling to the tumbling spirit of Evana. It would lead her here and no other path beside this one.
Travis tossed and turned as the night went on. His dreams shattered and repeiced one shard at a time. He hated it all with a passion, he had cried over and over again in the night when he was alone. He hated the tears he bitterly shed, the tears he had not a chance to shed since the burning of his home.
But then there was the over whelming love from Ellena, however Travis had seen her father with a new woman and it almost made his bloo boil to see her. He didn't like how she held herself or how she could beg with her eyes alone. But he could say nothing, nor could he, since he was nothing more then a pge really.
"I wish this was over..."
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Ellena walked aimlessly among the fields, her horse her only companion. She heard a howl split the stillness and looked up, vaulting to Ash's back and racing back to the safety of the estate.
Evana stood in the shadows of the trees, watching her daughter in the moonlight, aching to show herself. The time wasn't right. Fawn cut loose a howl to frighten the child back to the safety of Adara and Almazon, then the assassin turned as she felt something...
A beckoning that had once led her to her family was once again sounded...
Evana walked to Gwen and jumped to the filly's back. Then, with Fawn flanking her on the right and Dakota on the left, she rode towards the call, stopping and dismounting before the chapel.
"Dakota..." She spoke.
<<Yes?>> the telepathic reply came.
"Will you take a look? Aunt Adara and Uncle Almazon should be the only ones within...if anyone is."
The hound was gone in an instant, and back before he'd been gone three seconds. <<Elvish couple?>> with Evana's affirming nod, the hound nodded and led the way inside. Gwen, never one to be left out, charged into the opening after her mistress and the hounds had passed through.
Evana's sharp eyes searched the chapel before focusing on her aunt and uncle.
"Aunt Adara, Uncle Almazon..." She spoke softly.
"Rats, it's always rats! Why can't it be bunnies? Bunnies, I can handle. A little kitten, I could handle. BUT RATS?!" ~Me~
"Oh shut up, Evana." ~Sky~
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She was nothing more then a body of light to their eyes, but their sharp Elfish eyes could almost see her. They both smiled at her.
"So its true... You have returned..."
The stillness of the forest increased, and Time Stopped. Nothing moved but them. Almazon looked down at Evana, his face still echoing the sorrow. Adara looked at Evana with love in her expression, however an Elfish lady never allowed her emotions to move her from her Lord's side.
The Two motioned for Evana to climb the stairs. However her hounds could not follow and stayed at the base of the stair ways.
"Beloved Neice..." Adara said her voice rich in the Elfish tounge.
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