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It had been thousands of years since that prediction was made by Kikyo Calderan, and the young elf had grown into a charming young woman. And despite her pleasing features, she held no social status. She was neither a social reject or a popularity queen, she just, simply, was. And on this particular day, we find her under her tree, tears spilling from her eyes.
Kikyo's hands were upon her face, yet the tears spilled out between her fingers. Her breath came in sharp rasps, no matter how much she tried to settle it. Her black kimono hugged her body, and her silver hair looked almost white, pulled back into a low ponytail. Yet even in the ponytail, when standing her hair fell to her ankles. Her sword lay beside her on the grass, and her bow and quiver were on the other side of the tree. Kikyo slowly lifted her head from her hands and stood, though the tears still spilled out. Her mood had swiftly changed from a sad grievance to anger, and she was reaching for her sword. It gently slid out of its sheath and it rested idly in her fingers. Quickly she gripped it tightly and thrashed it through the air, a soft woosh emitted as it was flung through the air. It hit the soft ground of the courtyard, causing dirt and grass to fly everywhere. Unfortunate and unlucky and big clump of dirt hit Kikyo's open eye and she dropped her sword, a soft uh emitted from her parted lips.
Soft laughter threw itself into the wind and met Kikyo's elven ears and her hands quickly went to rub the dirt and tears from her eyes. She turned her body toward the arched doorway of the courtyard and her eyes fell upon an elf of about her age, with long blonde hair and an amused smile on his face.
"Aut miqula dae' Orqu," Kikyo murmured to him in the elfish tongue. First a look of surprise crossed the other elf's face, and then amusement returned to it.
"You tell me to kiss an Orc? Why, m'lady, I was hoping it wouldn't come to that." He spoke, but as he did so the look on Kikyo's face grew even angrier.
"Amin uum'n quen vell curque lambe," Kikyo spoke, her voice quivering, now she was truly angry. Her father had just died and this elf thought he could come in and make a fool of her. Yet shock crossed the other's face, for what she had said translated: I don't speak the common tongue. The other stepped closer and spoke.
"Neh, amin naa lathynth, amin ilue toru lle?" This translated: Oh, I am sorry, I can teach you?
"N'uma, amin aru aut," She said, or 'No, I must go." With that she bent down and picked up her sword and placed it in the sheath at her side, ran to get her quiver and bow, then ran out of the courtyard leaving the other a bit confused. Yet as she walked away from the courtyard, a small smile crossed her lips. Had her really believed that she couldn't speak common? She snorted, what a fool.
She ran off toward the palace, but before she got very far she ran into a huge frame that stunk of human. Stepping backwards she let out a soft growl. In front of her was a huge, hairy, human with an axe in hand. He seemed to be in as bad of a mood as Kikyo, and he spoke in a rumbling voice, using poor elfish.
"I Dragon, You Sparrow. Fight." With that he swung his huge axe at the confused Kikyo's head, and she ducked just in time. Yet the axe had scraped Kikyo's ear and it was bleeding down the side of her cheek. Angry with the stupid human that could be easily mistaken for a dumb Orc, she unsheathed her sword. Flying through the air it landed on the human's shoulder, but unfortunately he was wearing armor, and she had barely dinted it. The human swung the axe again, but she had managed to dodge with her elven feet and he missed poorly. She frantically searched for any weak spots, and he swung the axe again, this time he cut off a lock of her hair that had failed to dodge with its owner. Not the shoulder plates. They were good and hard. Not the legs. no. There! Under the breastplate, a little crack that her sword just might fit through. But if it didn't, her head would be the price. Swallowing, she lunged forward aiming her sword at that little sliver of hope. It hit something. Hard. Pushing forward with all of her might it pierced whatever it was that it hit, yet not without a sickening sound that reminded Kikyo of a human's 'glasses' (whatever they were for) being stepped on. The human's body fell limp in front of her, but not before its owner gave a few gasps. The crumbled mess lay on the floor, with Kikyo's sword sticking out of it. Pulling it out she realized it was drenched with mortal blood. Disgusting. She whipped it off on her mourning Kimono, and placed it in its sheath. A bit dazed by the suddenness of the battle, Kikyo continued on her way through the palace.
A figure that had been watching them from one of the many doorways gave a sigh. Shaking his head he muttered, "And the Sparrow defeats the Dragon in battle."
It had been thousands of years since that prediction was made by Kikyo Calderan, and the young elf had grown into a charming young woman. And despite her pleasing features, she held no social status. She was neither a social reject or a popularity queen, she just, simply, was. And on this particular day, we find her under her tree, tears spilling from her eyes.
Kikyo's hands were upon her face, yet the tears spilled out between her fingers. Her breath came in sharp rasps, no matter how much she tried to settle it. Her black kimono hugged her body, and her silver hair looked almost white, pulled back into a low ponytail. Yet even in the ponytail, when standing her hair fell to her ankles. Her sword lay beside her on the grass, and her bow and quiver were on the other side of the tree. Kikyo slowly lifted her head from her hands and stood, though the tears still spilled out. Her mood had swiftly changed from a sad grievance to anger, and she was reaching for her sword. It gently slid out of its sheath and it rested idly in her fingers. Quickly she gripped it tightly and thrashed it through the air, a soft woosh emitted as it was flung through the air. It hit the soft ground of the courtyard, causing dirt and grass to fly everywhere. Unfortunate and unlucky and big clump of dirt hit Kikyo's open eye and she dropped her sword, a soft uh emitted from her parted lips.
Soft laughter threw itself into the wind and met Kikyo's elven ears and her hands quickly went to rub the dirt and tears from her eyes. She turned her body toward the arched doorway of the courtyard and her eyes fell upon an elf of about her age, with long blonde hair and an amused smile on his face.
"Aut miqula dae' Orqu," Kikyo murmured to him in the elfish tongue. First a look of surprise crossed the other elf's face, and then amusement returned to it.
"You tell me to kiss an Orc? Why, m'lady, I was hoping it wouldn't come to that." He spoke, but as he did so the look on Kikyo's face grew even angrier.
"Amin uum'n quen vell curque lambe," Kikyo spoke, her voice quivering, now she was truly angry. Her father had just died and this elf thought he could come in and make a fool of her. Yet shock crossed the other's face, for what she had said translated: I don't speak the common tongue. The other stepped closer and spoke.
"Neh, amin naa lathynth, amin ilue toru lle?" This translated: Oh, I am sorry, I can teach you?
"N'uma, amin aru aut," She said, or 'No, I must go." With that she bent down and picked up her sword and placed it in the sheath at her side, ran to get her quiver and bow, then ran out of the courtyard leaving the other a bit confused. Yet as she walked away from the courtyard, a small smile crossed her lips. Had her really believed that she couldn't speak common? She snorted, what a fool.
She ran off toward the palace, but before she got very far she ran into a huge frame that stunk of human. Stepping backwards she let out a soft growl. In front of her was a huge, hairy, human with an axe in hand. He seemed to be in as bad of a mood as Kikyo, and he spoke in a rumbling voice, using poor elfish.
"I Dragon, You Sparrow. Fight." With that he swung his huge axe at the confused Kikyo's head, and she ducked just in time. Yet the axe had scraped Kikyo's ear and it was bleeding down the side of her cheek. Angry with the stupid human that could be easily mistaken for a dumb Orc, she unsheathed her sword. Flying through the air it landed on the human's shoulder, but unfortunately he was wearing armor, and she had barely dinted it. The human swung the axe again, but she had managed to dodge with her elven feet and he missed poorly. She frantically searched for any weak spots, and he swung the axe again, this time he cut off a lock of her hair that had failed to dodge with its owner. Not the shoulder plates. They were good and hard. Not the legs. no. There! Under the breastplate, a little crack that her sword just might fit through. But if it didn't, her head would be the price. Swallowing, she lunged forward aiming her sword at that little sliver of hope. It hit something. Hard. Pushing forward with all of her might it pierced whatever it was that it hit, yet not without a sickening sound that reminded Kikyo of a human's 'glasses' (whatever they were for) being stepped on. The human's body fell limp in front of her, but not before its owner gave a few gasps. The crumbled mess lay on the floor, with Kikyo's sword sticking out of it. Pulling it out she realized it was drenched with mortal blood. Disgusting. She whipped it off on her mourning Kimono, and placed it in its sheath. A bit dazed by the suddenness of the battle, Kikyo continued on her way through the palace.
A figure that had been watching them from one of the many doorways gave a sigh. Shaking his head he muttered, "And the Sparrow defeats the Dragon in battle."