Edit: Well I got rid of the old A/N... it wasn't that important. Anyway I only touched up this chapter a little bit. I found I quite liked it the way it was. :P
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A man lead a small child though the woods. Or rather, an elfling. They walked silently through the forest, never slowing, never stopping. They both wore hooded cloaks, causing dark shadows upon their faces. But if you looked closely at the elf, you could see small strands of soft, dark brown hair peeking out from under the fabric.
"Where are we going?" the elf asked after a while.
The man did not answer. He refused to meet the dark green eyes that were staring so innocently up at him. The elfling looked around the age of a seven year old human child, perhaps younger. At any rate he was being rushed along a surprising pace. The two abruptly stopped in a clearing.
The man knelt down on one knee and removed the elfing's hood. He brushed some of the strands back and looked behind his pointed ear. A thin, black, scar contrasted with the skin of the elfling. A small hand moved to the scar, fingers fixed in a scarting position.
"Don't," the man hissed, grabbing the elfing's hand and jerking it back down.
The elfling wiggled his hand free and clasped them together. The scar itched. Badly. Swiftly, the man pulled a vial from his coat and poured a light purple liquid into a cup. He then proceeded to dash it with a few herbs. Finally he looked at the elf.
"Drink this." he ordered, leaving no room for question.
The elf took it quietly in his small hands. He stared at it. It didn't look at all inviting. He turned to the man.
"Why?" He asked, hoping he could get out of drinking it.
The man stiffened.
"Just drink it." He snarled.
Taken aback, the elfling decided to at least try the substance. Slowly he raised it to his face. He sniffed. It smelled awful. He looked back at the man. The human was staring at the drink as if his life depended on it. As the man's gaze shifted to him, the elf caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. Anger? Irritation? Regret? It didn't matter; he had more important things to do.
Taking a deep breath, the small hands daintily lifted the cup to his lips. The elfling took a small sip. He nearly choked, the taste was worse than he expected. Gagging he held the cup back out to the man hoping he would take it away. Big mistake. Although the man took it from him and gently set it down on stump, seconds after he lunged at him, pinning him down. The man seemed to have lost all his patience and sanity in a second.
Terrified, the smaller being tried to call for help but to no avail. Within minutes his hand feet were bound. Apparently deciding that wasn't good enough, the human tied him to a nearby tree.
"You will drink this," he sneered.
With that, he grabbed the cup and forced it in front of the elfling's face. He pried open his mouth and started to force the drink down. Knowing the youngster would try to spit it out he held the tiny nose so that he would have no choice but to swallow.
Finally the last drop had been consumed. He then quietly cut his captive loose as if nothing had happened. As soon as he was free the elf swayed and started to fall. The human easily caught his light form. The contents of the drink were working their magic already. That meant he had to hurry. He hastily cut the bonds off the half aware elfling's hands and feet then gently laid him down. The man yaanked the hood back over the elf's head and stepped back to admire his work.
Yes. Everything was perfect. He quickly erased all signs of struggle, and stuffed all the broken ropes in a bag. Now he could return to his master. Silently he slipped through the trees. Minutes later all was still. Nothing could be heard but the rustling of the trees and the soft breathing of an elf.