This fanfic contains no slash. Just some injuries and friendship. This fanfic had been floating around in my head for a while, so here you are! It is from a series called Adventurers Wanted, very similar to Lord Of The Rings and Dungeons And Dragons. If you haven't read the series, i recommend you do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Adventurers Wanted or any of their characters.

Thanks

-WingedIceWolf

A figure sat near a fire, eyes scanning the dark area around him. His pointed ears listened for any sound besides the cackling of the fire. And his friend's breathing. The rest of the company was asleep, some snoring softly.

"What is it?" Asked the boy sitting next to the figure. He shifted uncomfortably at the silence.

The figure turned his head toward his friend, Alex. Alex's dirty blonde hair hung past his green eyes, sparkling in the firelight, concern written upon his features.

The Elf sighed his blue eyes meeting his friend's. "That's it, Alex. I just don't know. It's the same feeling I got when the bandits attacked. I feel danger is near, but I can't be sure."

Alex thought about the bandit attack, memories flashing through his head. He felt the strength of his sword flow through him for the first time. It was an amazing experience! Not only did he feel joy but surprisingly he felt sorrow too as his blade glowed.

For a long while there was silence once more, besides the fire and the company. Then Alex spoke "Can I see those plants you collected?"

This made the Elf, Arconn, smile. Alex was always trying to brighten a grim mood any way he could. Arconn turned to grab his bag and held it out to Alex. Occasionally Alex would examine a plant for a while then search through his magic book for it. He only had to do this once or twice.

After a while Arconn spoke while the last of the embers died. "Your watch is over. Now it is my turn to do my share. Get rest, I will see you at daybreak."

Alex did as he was told and looked back at the silver haired Elf before getting under his own set of blankets near Andy, another one of his close friends. Andy was snoring softly, as always. Strangely, Alex found that it was rather comforting to him.

Another comfort Alex found was the sword that lay strapped to his side that he had found when Andy had taken him to the metalsmith. He discovered that the sword was called Moon Slayer, and it had a dark blue blade with gold on the hilt.

Alex's sword was created by Dark elves, which are surprisingly not evil elves. They just really liked the earth and their mining. The strength Alex had felt was the magic placed in the sword. The joy was creating such a fine blade while the sorrow was creating blades for war.

Thanks to Arconn for the short history lesson! Alex thought, grinning.

For a while, Alex stared at the bright moon and stars that hung over his head. At home he would get the chance every now and then to gaze at their beauty, but not out in the wilderness surrounded by companions. Alex was far away from home, but the company was like a family to him. He would do anything to protect them and them the same.

Not before too long did sleep take Alex into a night he would never forget...

Evil cliffs! Muahahaha! Don't kill me. O.O

Sorry for the short chapter and cliffhanger, but what's a good story without cliffhangers?

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

-WingedIceWolf