YAY! I got my second chapter finished I hope u like this one as well. =D

This chapter describes the relationship between the two and describes Duragin as he is at the moment.

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Chapter 2

A Simple Life

Eir'lin lake straddled by the elven city was serene as time passed by, every now and again a tiny ripple would fall upon the lake's surface as bright autumn leaves stroked its clear glistening surface, sitting by the lake was Mealin Starflower watching, as the coloured leaves fell down into the lake; some of them floating and others spinning their way to the bottom. She looked out over to the other side of the lake to Eir'lin falls, the water had a life of its own as it glistened and shined while it danced down from the cliff face above. 

"Sister." A familiar voice behind her said.

Almost startled, Mealin turned around, there in front of her was a slender teenager, with long black scruffy hair. He had dark glossy eyes tinged with a shade of violet and was dressed in an elven tunic. This young man looked in his late teens.

Mealin smiled. "Brother, you know not to startle me like that." Mealin responded.

"I doubt I would have startled you sister, for you always do have a sixth sense." He said with a smile.

Mealin Starflower a ranger of the Ans'vi forest sat there, arms folded in a gentle pose staring at her brother with her Cerulean eyes glistening as they caught the light rebounding off the water. Her long chestnut hair fell down upon her face. She wore a tight tunic, a woollen cloak adorned, it folded around her; the hilt of her sword was visible poking through her cloak as it's gem encrusted hilt glistened in the sun's light, given to her by her Grandfather it was said to be enchanted, though she never really cared, she cherished it, as she cherished him.

"Come brother sit down, you must be weary from your many tasks." She said.

Duragin nodded and kneeled beside her. Duragin had only a week ago joined the elven militia, this had somewhat shocked the family and much startled the militia captain, who could inevitably see her own downfall from this decision.

"He must find his own path in this life." Elvaron, his father had said and everyone left it at that. The Eir'lin militia were not to be taken lightly they were in fact the real defenders of the forest often needed in times of battle, they were the elves first line of defence with their cunning ambushes and even more deadly accuracy. Elves were all born with the finesse to wield bows as well as deadly longswords and rapiers owing to their natural physique, often elves would hunt with these weapons as children or were taught by their families. Duragin lacked the physique.

The militia captain, Zeata, had set Duragin the task of the group's slave carrying their supplies or doing meaningless tasks. Duragin never really minded much. What Duragin lacked in dexterity he made up in raw determination. Early in the morning he would practice the discipline of combat with Zeata who taught Duragin herself. Zeata, a BladeDancer, had tried to teach Duragin the greater principles of swordsmanship only to find it had fallen on death ears. Duragin was no bladedancer, nor was he good using a bow he was a fighter, a human fighter and nothing more.

"I've been meaning to ask you sister, would you mind coming with us on patrol duty tomorrow? Well, Zeata asked me to ask you to help us because we could use your skills. You know that there have been goblins spottings lately? " Duragin said.

Mealin turned around, spell struck after watching the glistening falls in the distance, she pleasantly nodded.

"Yes I will come with you tomorrow." She said.

"He' iz an ev'l one! He' iz gonna kozt uz a fortun!" The goblin chieftan said in the language of goblinkind after Rish had finally left. "Yuz can n'va trust zem humans 'nd yuz cant truzt zem assaszinz!" He said to his entourage.

Blockeye the Big Boned had been in power for only a year and he was already making plans for the conquest of his neighbours. Blockeye was called Blockeye because of his deadly aim with a bow, which was uncanny for a goblin, though there was a rumour spreading about his genealogy. He was the master of a horde of goblins which was more than he could count to, which wasn't very much but the horde was large, very large, many living within the holes right beside him while others of his tribe lived to the north and in the mountains. He had control of them all. The elves of Ans'vi would be his first conquest, maybe then the human town of Cinnamon would be next he thought to himself as he began to grin evilly.

"Zem elves wil n'va no wat hit em!" Blockeye declared to his lieutenants. "S'nd word wee go zoon!"

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