Oh hello. C:. Miss me? Now, I shall begin my long explanation of my hiatus… 1. I moved houses! It was a big move, but my new house looks absolutely beautifffulll. 2. I had carpal tunnel! Yep. Playing WAR and such is not good to do 24/7. I couldn't feel my right hand, so I went to the doctor, and boom.. needed surgery. It wasn't painful, except after haha. I wasn't allowed to be on the computer for a couple weeks, and note, I still have school. So, I apologize. Now, let's get down to the good stuff :D. By the way, thank you for all of the reviews! Also, I will be starting a new WAR-Age of Reckoning story soon, filled with lots of violence and killing and all that good stuff. Exams too. HERE, I GIVE YOU A PREVIEW!
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A loud, ear-splitting screech echoed through the halls of Ghrond's Sacristy; the two-headed hounds raised their heads and howled as a response. The high pitched noise bounced off the walls, reverberating back quieter and quieter, and fading into nothing.
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Zaythl lurched up in his bed, breaking out in cold sweats. His eyes looked around the room wildly, but as he had expected, nothing was there. The sorcerer was alone. A week ago, Mesirsallel had turned up missing. The beautiful Shadow Warrior he had cared for had disappeared without a trace, and the Dark Elf had never been able to find her. At first he suspected she was taken for some odd reason, but had to come to the conclusion she ran away.
Zaythl, for quite a long time, spent hours conjuring up all the possible reasons she could have left. He shouldn't have, though, she was just a slave. However, he couldn't quite shake the thought of her from his mind. The sorcerer's magic was not as powerful, and the Dark Elf knew that Malekith was watching him like a hawk. The young Elf hadn't been eating as often either. He felt foolish.
Suddenly, a large blast of a bugle, followed by shouting, hit his ears. Gunshots rang out; he saw people running across the field. Zaythl could barely make out a voice over all of the screaming:
"Dark Elves, to your rise! Our hated brethren have brought allies to wreak havoc upon our lands!"
So that was it, was it?
Slowly, he swung his legs off the bed and reached for his staff. The blue mist surrounding the tip swirled down the staff to meet his hand, and stopped there. The blue felt cold against his hand. Zaythl opened the door of his quarters and began to walk down the hall.
It was an impressive sight for his taste.
Witch Hunters, the deadly and swift sworn enemies of Chaos, were pouring in through the main door, which had been busted down. He noticed the slave keeper, Cairne, lying in a pool of blood by the cages. His face had been beaten in, and there was a large gash at the side of his head. Witch Hunters were not of Elven race. They were humans. Zaythl had suspected they had taken Dwarf flightmasters here, then again, High Elves could have brought them by boat.
They were dangerous to Chaos members of all kinds, especially if they surprised you. The young sorcerer had seen a number of his fellow Dark Kin fall at the hands of a pistol and saber. Nonetheless, the raiders poured in, shooting Elves left and right. Suddenly, blood splattered against his face. Zaythl turned around- a hunter, his hat shielding his face, had just stabbed one of his servants.