I had never felt so much fear as I did at that very moment in my life. I wished we had had another choice but we had no other alternative choice but to surrender to the wizards who would probablykill us in the end even though we had surrendered. I felt nothing but helpless and nothing around us was in any way comforting. Not even with my friends. As we sat huddled together for warmth, comfort, hope, and courage though none of us had any more of that left to give to the others. We remained on the ground feeling drained of every last emotion other then fear and hopelessness with wands pointed at us from all sides which we knew could easily end our lives in only a couple of seconds. We didn't dare rise from where we sat huddled closely together. Jaron held me tight to him whispering comforting words through the whole ordeal though he felt as hopeless as I did. I felt like I was close to shock when voices were heard coming from the forest in the direction of what was left of Azara. I like most of my friends hoped for only a moment that it was Elven warriors coming to save us from those who held us prisoners. That one tiny hope was dashed to pieces as wizards and a few of witches exited the trees. I should have known with all the noise they had been making as they came. They looked delighted at the sight of us on the ground in our sign of surrender which they seemed to know.

I started to wish we were surrendering to dragons then wizards and witches. I had heard in all the stories of the Fire Wars that the dragons were merciful to us when we surrendered. They only ones killed were those who refused to surrender. Those who had died where usually never heard from again and no recognizable remains had ever been found sense the dragons either ate the remains or charred them. That is how my older brother and sister had died my parents had said. They must not have surrendered to the dragons and continued fighting until the bitter end of their lives.

Suddenly, he came out of the trees breaking through my thoughts. That one wizard was the most intimidating of the bunch. He had pure white skin that looked like it was a coat that had been made especially to fit over his bones to cover him. He had short black hair that looked like a rat's nest. His fingers were long and pointed. He wore a long black cloak with a black wand in his hands to match. The thing that bothered me the most was his blood lusting, red eyes that bored into mine as I saw him. The seemed to burn me and the redness in them will haunt me forever until the day I die. That I know for sure. I quickly looked away afraid of them but I tried not to show my fear though I was shivering violently like I was having a seizure.

Jaron tightened his arms around me as he approached us. I shivered more violently in fear of this one particular wizard who seemed like he wanted to kill me and knew who I was.

He raised my eyes to him again. "So this is the young Princess Aida I've heard of. The last and only royal elf, the princess of Azara. The last of her family, the royal family in this Elven kingdom. " He seethed relishing the fear in my eyes that I knew I was most likly there. That is why I had looked away in the first place so my eyes would give away the fear I knew would be clearly shining there but it was too late he ahd all ready seen it. How he had known who I was was anybodies guess. He had known my name and that I was the only daughter of the elven royal family. How had he know all that? I guess I'll never know.

"Speak not her name from your unworthy lips, you fiend! You are not worthy to speak her name and you never will be ever!" Jaron said the worse insult possible loudly and angrily. Drawing his attention from me to him for which I was grateful for at the moment.

The wizard's eyes landed on Jaron. "You will pay of that insult Boy. What is your name?"

"Jaron."

"Well Jaron you will soon learn some respect for me." He raised his wand and said "Crucio."

Jaron cried out startling me. He was screaming in pain and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I wanted to but I couldn't.

I had all my focus on Jaron when I felt a hand close on my arm. "Jaron!" I screamed as I was torn from his arms and thrown back away from my friends. Now the wizard was between us.

The spell was lifted but Jaron was still twitching. Thankfully he wasn't screaming anymore but I felt if possible worse now that I was alone, separated from my friends.

The wizard turned on me and I hated to think of what he could do to me when he had caused Jaron pain taht had made him cry out. I tired to move away and get up to run from him but one of his followers used his wand on me so I couldn't move at all. I felt like I was frozen, enclosed in ice. I closed my eyes fearfully waiting for the speel to end my life to come. "You will be the first I will execute my plan on Princess Aida. You will be the first to lose your happiest and fondest memories. Each one of your friends will follow you with the same fate. You will not die today. You and all your friends will belong to me. After today your lives will no longer be your own. Your lives will be in my hands and I will not hesitate to cause you more pain. I will feel no remorse if you die by my hand."

The happiest memories I had that could keep me going were of my only love, Jaron. He knew those were the ones he would take from me. Then there would be nothing left to keep me going and alive. I would be an empty shell then. One he thought he could easily control.