Silver, Gerren, and Hawke had made a big gamble with Fatera the Fate and went into time. Silver hoped they would find Elle before anybody would have a break down over it Gerren of course was exited and brought a camera along to see what Fairy Tale would look like in the future. But when they landed it wasn't like what they had imagined. They were in the middle of a battlefield, blood everywhere, bodies lying around, some without heads. in the middle of the battlefield stood a girl. She was dressed in black tattered clothes, all bloodied, and had silvery hair with a blue hue to it. Silver reconized her. "Elle!" Silver called out to her dashing toward her to embrace her. Elle turned around.
Her eyes were blank as if she had died. Hawke and Gerren noticed what she wasn't doing anything but standing there. Silver kept calling her name hoping that elle would rush into his arms. He never noticed the bullet of water speeding towards him. Elle backed away as the bullet missed her but hit Silver-right into his left lung.
Elle fell to the ground as if in pain and shock but all that happened was tears flowed out of her blank eyes. "Stay away from Her Majesty." a voice said from behind Elle.
A man in black was carrying water in his hands as if they were guns, he strode towards them. Lightly touching Elle's shoulder he asked-"Are you ok Princess Saphira?" Elle-
or who could be Elle nodded.
"I am not this Elle you keep speaking of." the girl told them.
"My true name is Silvera." the girl also mentioned.
"Can i call you Elle till we find Elle?" Silver asked.
The girl nodded, Silver gave his big cheesy grin. "I wanna ask what year is this?" Silver asked. "I don't know I am from 750 years ago." Silvera told them.
Elle looked around her suroundings. What had happened here? Then a solder came from some bushes. He asked her who she was. instead of answering, she bended blood and shot it like a bullet at him. The man then fell to the ground holding his stomach, and he went cold. Elle was mortified at what she had just done. She held her hands to her head and tried to remember hat had happened. She felt as if she was forgetting something or someone inportant. Who or what was it. She had a small image in her mind of a boy.
But who is it? All she could remember is horns, black hair, and steely eyes. Then Elle screamed in pain.
Silver heard that scream. "What is it?" Gerren asked. "Sounds," Silver muttered, then snifing the air added "and smells like Elle." Hawke grinned. "Do you think it truly is this Elle?"
Silvera asked them. Silver knodded his head slowly. Hearing another scream he dashed towards it. "Silver wait!" Hawke and Gerren shouted to him, but Silver was to far ahead to notice.
By the time he reached the battlefield where he had smelled Elle, he looked around. Seeing a glint of silvery-blue so many feet away he slowly walked over, wanting to hold Elle so she wouldn't ever leave his grasp. Seeing Elle he started to run, but stopped short by a foot. Elle had a stab wound to the chest. Silver went up to Elle's cold body and put his ear to her chest.
her heart was beating by a little. Tears had started to fall down his cheeks. "Elle?" Silver muttered.
"Elle, wake up." Silver started to laugh.
"Elle, please! Answer me!" his laughs started turning into moans of saddness.
Elle went totally cold a few minutes later. She hadn't opened her eyes. Silver was still holding her body when the others came into sight.
