Born From Land

Nature opens the soul to the pure, and without it, only evil remains.

The inhabitants of the living are meant for happiness, not depression. For when good turns to bad, happiness cannot exist.

Leather clad feet pounded against the green forest floor, every step that was taken awoke another.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Many creatures awoke, but the intruder never stopped moving.

Twigs creaking, cracking under the stomps of the intruder, no mercy being shown. He stampedes, seemingly loud on purpose, further and further down the forest floor, animals scurry in every which way in fear for this creature has scared them.

A seemingly young woman awoke and stalked, treading lightly behind the purposely thunderous elf; only pausing when his keen hearing picked up on another.

She peaked from her place behind the tree's casting her weary eyes over his armor clad form, thoughts crawling through her brain upon meeting his gaze.

Looking at the being before him, his heart soars.

Beauty.

Utter Beauty.

Not truly seeing her for what she is, not really seeing her beast within; but then again no one ever does. There instead stands hidden behind a tree, a young woman, not a day over 20, wielding such beauty no creature has ever seen before.

The thump of her heart jumps in waves of rhythm.

A beat so strong.

So undeniable.

His pain and suffering forgotten, for he could only see her.

His father told him tales of the forest walkers, never once believing them to be true, but here right in front of him before his very own eyes. His thoughts can't even fathom this to be true, but he can't seem to find the courage to look away from her dominating blue eyes.

Tales of lust, love, and passion.

But as with all tales something must go wrong, and this forest walker proved no different from that fact.

"Beautiful, I cannot deny that," the elf whispers to the female in hiding.

She let her eyes fall over his form, making a round trip back up to his matching eyes.

"Blue eyes?" The question falls from her lips before her brain could tell her to keep it closed.

"Same color as yours," his airy husky voice floats into her ears.

Questions swirl around their aura's, thickening the air with a tension so think it could not be broken," You know I must kill you," the elf sadly whispers in the common tongue.

Little does this elf know that this is what she wanted, she welcomes it.

He can see it in her eyes, the way her body is now revealed to him standing proudly in front of the tree she was just hidden behind, he just doesn't understand why she is so willing. In the tales of her kind they were anything but the way she was acting right now.

"I welcome death, young elf."

His eyes widen in shock. He could see this in her actions, but never in a million years did he think he would ever witness a creature thought to be nonexistent. His shock deepens further at the sight of the woman before him falling to her knees, giving up almost.

His heart quickens its steady thumping as he comes to the realization that he cannot harm her, let alone kill her. He knows that he should, her kind in dangerous more dangerous than anything an elf has ever known before.

"Young elf, could you please relieve me from this body? I no longer wish to be alive, please kill me," the young woman before him whimpers against the tears that started to fall freely from her guarded emerald eyes.

"I don't know if I can," He whispers falling to his knees leveling his face with her sullen expression.

"I beg of you, please kill me," she pleads meeting his gaze.

His head shakes, he doesn't know what is happening to him. Moments ago his heart was broken and in pain from the loss of his friend, the betrayal of his father no longer coursing through his veins, the anger no longer present and it was all because of this forest walker.

"Please," she tries once more hoping to change this young elf's mind. The pain in her heart from the memories she cannot bear anymore, the past of her people haunt her, showing no mercy," I want to die."

She received no answer, but instead felt herself being pulled tight against this man's chest," I can't..I..I'm sorry," he sobs feeling her pain intertwine with his as their bodies collide.

Both of their eyes fall close, giving up on the fight the young woman being held in the young elf's arms collapses in his grasp sobbing beyond control.

"We are all going to die anyways," the woman whispered hanging her head low against his chest," If not now, then eventually death will find me."

"For your sake, you better hope you are still with me when that time comes," he spoke softly resting his chin on her head adorning her luscious ashen brown locks.

More water pooled into her eyes as she held the elf, as he held her," please stop crying," she coed attempting to regain her strength from this weakness she allows him to see.

"Only if you allow me to dry your eyes," he murmured against her hair.

Those were the only words spoken between the two. A seemingly odd pair, a woodland elf and a walker of the forest. The very beings that once worked hand in hand in creating the very forests they now trembled in.

He spoke not as he slowly stood, taking her into his arms, and dashed off to the safety of his father's halls.

I am very, very new to this world. So please hang in there with me, and correct me if you must. I crave to learn everything that I can about this world to make this story as accurate as possible. There of course will be some things that differ, however I truly hope this is an idea that is pleasing to all.

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D.E.F