Here it is! Sorry for the wait, I couldn't think... Enjoy and review please.
Rein holds onto me for dear life, like I would go tumbling down, with my hands still tied up. Maybe if they stop, they'll finally decide I'm trusted enough to not be tied up by the hands all the time. I think watching the scenery fly past.
Brown pine trees, old grass, ruined buildings. All of it because the Scrounge had attacked the lands. "I'm sorry Arcissa. I never properly introduced myself, now that I look back at it. I'm Rein."
"Yeah, hello, Rein," I say, not really caring much.
"You seem mad..."
"Just a bit." I move as the tiger bounds over a hill, fast to become more comfortable with my binds. I'm lifted off the mount and into the air. "Holy shit!" I yell falling onto the ground with a thump!
"I see you're trying to escape."
"No! I moved, it jumped, and I..."
"You're rambling on, and she's not an it, she has a name, it's Niveus," Rein says, grabbing a hold of my bindings and yanking me back onto the tiger.
"Well, nobody ever tells me this stuff."
"You never ask."
I don't reply to his comment, just stare into the white and blackness of Niveus. After a long period of silence, he says, "I'll do you a favor."
"And what is that?"
"Next time we stop, for a long period, or for a short period, I'll ask if I can take those ropes off you."
"Thanks," I say, letting the silence envelop us.
"What was life for you, back in Eversong Woods that is?" Rein asks.
"I didn't really do anything but train...and talk with Firefoy and Byen... How is life as a Night Elf?" I involuntarily let the question slip out, not really caring about his home life.
"Well... My parents died when I was ten, it was a murder... that's what they told me at least. I lived with distant relatives for a while. I had to move from Darnassus to Darkshore. I didn't get a chance to take anything with me, anything expect for the clothes on my back and the sword at my side. The boat ride was long and horrendous, there were pickpockets and rouges, muggers, and crazy people that looked like they would pull a knife at your throat any second.
"They all left me alone, it seemed like everyone had heard of my parents' death. I did not know at the time, but my mother was an excellent druid and my father a skilled warrior for the capital. I had a brother, his name was Fral, but he died of an illness when I was five. He used to be my best friend, we used to sword fight all the time, even though he was ten years my elder.
"I could confide in him. He would never tell when I did something wrong, he would help me with my studies, with my problems. It started with a cough, it wasn't much of a problem so my parents did not think it important to heal him. By the time the illness progressed into something bad, they could not heal him." Rein's face turns into stone, but he continues with his story.
"I followed in my father's footstep's and became a warrior. I had found a woman who I was interested in... but she... she did not share my feelings. She married some years back, I haven't talk to her since then. I do not know if she remembers the times we had in the woods, exploring, killing, having a wild time."
He does not continue, his face as unreadable. "I did not know my parents, they had left me for dead when I was three... I stumbled into one of my master's training sessions. I was lucky, if I didn't find that place I would be dead. I am sorry for your loses."
We close the subject, not wanting to bring up anymore painful memories. We pass a tower that stands high and proud atop a hill, bats fly around the top, screeching. "Teher!" Rein yells at a night elf riding a orange and black striped tiger.
"Rein, what is it?" he shouts back.
"We're almost to the lake! We might want to prepare ourselves for some plagued!" They pull their tigers onto the stone path, all of the night elves pull their swords out, making the sound of metal against the sheath.
"Left, Teher!" Rein yellls, telling him to pull off the stone path and onto one faded and less ridden on.
"We're going to pass through Plaguemist Ravine!" a night elf confirms.
"Don't attack them unless they attack you first!" Rein commands, moving to the front of the pack. The others form into a single file line behind Rein. He commands Niveus to run faster, and straight through many plagued monsters, swerving left and right, trying to avoid them.
Some wander close and attack, bring his sword down, he cuts their heads. He runs over hills and slows down when the lake comes into view. "That's Darrowmere Lake," Rein points out. I look over to my right to see the lake that leads over to the Western Plaugelands.
I turn my head back to look infront of me. There is a long ride past the lake, it seems like it will take a good while to get to the Wetlands from here. I can't even remember where they are now! My memory is leaving me from my studies! I think.
The mounts slow to a stop, their owners sliding off and grabbing food and water from a pack hanging off the sides. "Break time!" Rein says, sliding to the ground, and grabbing me off Niveus. "Teher!"
"Yeah?" Teher answers.
"We're allowed to cut the ropes off her right?"
"I don't see the harm in it. If she runs away she will must likely be caught and killed by one of te plauged, or the group that's behing us."
"Hear that?" Rein asks me, I nod, realizing they were joking, I hope. Rein pulls out a knife from its sheath. "Carefull, this might hurt!" Not more than the rope burns I'm getting from these binds! I think.
He saws at the ropes, cutting through each on slowly, prolonging my release. Almost as if he doesn't trust me, I don't blame him, I did run away last night, or atleast attempted to. He cuts through the last one, letting the remains fall to the ground, he picks them up and tosses them into the lake.
They sink to the bottom, sitting there and not moving. I rub my wrist, the feeling returning to them slowly. This is going to be a long ride.
All the Night Elves sit in a circle, enjoying themselves and laughing. They bite pieces of bread off and eat them, taking sips of water every now and then, to wash the bread down. "Catch!" one of the warriors yell, throwing me a loaf of bread and a canteen of water.
I put my hands up to catch them, but only succeed in catching the bread, letting the water hit the ground. I grab it and join the others in their circle. They were talking about the night's events, or of their home life, the children they left at home, or the wife they left.
I take this time to look at my surrounds. There's a path that leads up into the mountains, it seems steep, hard to travel on probably, tree stumps surround the mountains, fungus growing out of the tops, undisturbed, and toads crock near the lake. Teher, the Night Elf with purple skin and bright blue hair says, "Let's get a move on it!" He stands and streaches.
Rein stands up, puts his hand out to me, saying, "Let's go, Arcissa, a long leg still awaits us." I take his cold hand into my warm one, he pulls me up. I walk behind him back to Niveus, putting his canteen of water back in its place and pulling himself up onto her. He puts his hand out to me again, I take it and he pulls me infront of him.
The tigers bound off, heading toward the steep hill I saw earlier. Rein whispers in my ear, "Welcome to Plaugemist Ravine."