For 2 years he had been searching for her. And now it would seem he had finally found what had tempted his dreams the most. Light Elves where creatures of great beauty and knowledge, surely with her he could get his every desire. But light elves were pick creatures at that. With a wave of her hand she could either help or destroy him an his cause. He had begun his search for the elven maiden when his village was attacked by the frost giants. Everyday he prayed to Odin for help finding the maiden that could save the people he loved. Light Elves were said to grant those they found worthy wishes, if he could some how please her his kingdom would be saved. And after countless searching he had finally found her. A beauty beyond compare, her long (H/C) hair was that of silk and adorn with a golden head dress. Her (S/C) glowed with youth. Her eyes matched the richness of (G/stone)'s. She sat in a Blue silk gown that had a slit in the side revealing her smooth legs. A leather belt was draped around her hips, and on her shoulders was a white shawl with golden thread lining it. (uwhmkgy4tchyxg4dtyyxif8_gx_wf9qsvxbljqfajvu) Sitting upon the fork of a moss covered tree she looked down to the group of Vikings that had gathered before her and gave a soft smile. (fantasy_forest_2) "Greetings Lukas son of Bondevik" she said, her voice sweet like the morning dew itself. Her attention was now focused on him and only him. Her eyes held his for several minutes as if she was looking beyond them into something more. "Daughter of light we have search high and far for you. I ask your assistance in saving my home." he told her bowing his head to her out of respect. "What is it you ask of me son of Bondevik?" she asked him, a small frown was seen crossing her face before she regained her composition. "Your power" he said cutting straight to the point. A laugh to cruel to belong to such a beautiful maiden escaped her lips as she slipped down from her perch on the tree. Touching the ground a staff appeared in her hand, the base shared the same color as her dress and was decorated with gold (ceat0311nc1 , Blue T2) Smirking, a dark twinkle sparked her eyes as she made her way to the place Lukas stood. In a flash of light Lukas found the crescent blade of the staff lined with his neck. Immediately his men drew their swords and axes and pointed them at the elven maiden. "Lower your blade witch, I shall not think twice about running you through" Lukas's best man, Mathias said raising his axe to meet the level of her neck. This only caused her to let out another series of giggles which seemed almost to dark to be of this world. "You dare threaten me mortal" she asked sounding quiet annoyed. Lukas, who knew all along what game she had began, was very annoyed with the idiot Dane he called brother. "You cannot hurt what is not there Mathias, you idiot. Now drop your blade." he ordered. Mathias was reluctant to do so but managed to release the handle of his axe and let it meet the ground. As it did the elven woman before them appeared to turn to sand before crumbling o the grassy floor. "Your wise for your years mortal, a light elf can be a great ally but an even greater enemy." she said appearing from behind the group of men. A smirk like smile now graced her amused face. She was clearly entertained in the behaviors of the men before her. "Mathias son of Kohler I suggest you put trust in the son of Bondevik, he has a clear mind and straight head upon his shoulder." she told the Dane as she approached the Norwegian male with an extended hand. "But be for told young Lukas with greatness there is always darkness, with love there is always death. The path you choose now could very well destroy everything you know." she told him. Another staff appeared in her hands and with a flick of her wrist the air around them grew dark. (ceat0311nc1 , T4) Only she and Lukas stood in the clearing she called home. Around them a mist began to swirl, bringing pictures of the future Lukas might choose if he went forward with the deal. The mist held both visions of cruel war and warm summer. The stench of death was strong through out the vision, many men would pay with there lives if he went forward. Was peace worth so much death and pain. "Do you still wish to play with magic?" her voice asked, ringing through the mist. "Yes" "Let us hope you choose correct young son of Bondevik" she sad as the mist disappear, the others were once again present and appeared confused by the whole ordeal. Taking her staff -which had changed yet again to a red base with a golden star- (ceat0311nc1 , T2 red) she took his large hand in her soft small ones and touched the tip of the staff to his wrist. A faint glow surrounded them bother and a pact was made. In place of the staffs tip was now a Aegishjalmur ( Aegishjalmur_by_JosephPurificato ), a matching one could be seen on the maidens right breast. "The pact has been made, I am yours to command young Bondevik." she said kneeling on one leg, taking his hand in her small one and placing a kiss upon it. "What are your commands" SEVERAL YEARS LATER With the alliance of the light maiden Lukas's kingdom had defeated the Frost Giants and every other enemy that dared challenge his clan. Peace was found through out the land, a peace that no sickness nor war could disturb. Lukas sat as the ruler of the large village, or kingdom as most called it with (Y/N) next to him as his lead advisor. As long as she stood with him his rule was unquestioned. The peace seemed as if it would last for ever if it weren't for (Y/N)'s health. Over the years she stood with Lukas her health seem to diminish. If questioned she would claim it was only something of small cold, in truth though he knew that her days were now numbered. Though she dare not tell Lukas. She and him had grown rather close over the years that passed and she feared his reaction to her withering if he found out. For her remaining days she wished to see him happy and with her passing she would make sure light always held close to the kingdom she knew as home. Unknown to her, Lukas already knew to well what was happening to his most treasured friend, the only maiden who he would ever see as more then just that. It was true that he had fallen deeply in love with the maiden who saved his kingdom. He had first noticed the changes in her when he noted that the marking she had left upon him had begun to fade and with each time she withdrew a day or two with sickness the mark would fade more. Now it was nothing more then a shadow of what it had once been and it pained him so to see it so dissolved. He had recently devised a plan to keep her next to him till his mortal days ended so that they could be together in passing and now as he headed to her small home at the edge of the village he prayed he would arrive in time. Fate seemed to have other plans for the young Viking ruler. Upon arriving at her home he found it trashed, everything was scattered in disorder. It looked as if she had struggled her way out of the house to the woods behind it. Fresh prints lined the mudded ground leaving an easy trail for Lukas to follow. Upon nearing the end of the trail he found himself in a small break in the trees. A small water fall fed a stream that headed east toward the village, the air seemed almost pure around the moss covered rocks that lined the stream. This place would have been beautiful to him if he hadn't soon spotted familiar (H/C) locks amongst the rocks. Rushing to her place in the rocks his normally calm composure broke at the sight of her. The glow of her skin was drained, her skin sickly colored and her eyes faded. The mark on her breast seemed to be blinking away with the passing seconds and her breath was faint if not impossible to hear. "(Y/N)" he called to her hoping for a response as he fell to his knees next to her and took her hand in his. Faintly he head turned to meet his and a withering smile met her lips as their eyes met. "I hoped you not see me this way son of Bondevik." she spoke in a whisper. Before turning her head to look back upon the soft flowing water. "Lukas, do you know what happens to an elf of light when they give their trust to a mortal?" "They form bonds." "That is a tale of the mortals lips. In truth to gain the trust of a child of the light you must hold their heart. When we find a human worthy of our heart we give it to them Lukas. That is what the bond truly is, a declaration of love. And for you I have shown my love by keeping peace when there should be war and health when there is sickness. I love you Lukas, and I'm glad your the mortal I have chosen to die in order to protect." she said her voice getting fainter. Her words broke his heart to hear. She loved him as he loved her, but fate couldn't let their love be. She had taken the full force of catastrophe and he had foolishly let her. For that it seemed fate would take her from his arms the moment he could hold her as his. But he had different plans. "I love you more then my life (Y/N) and I can only see that my life is to end with yours as justice for me stealing yours." he spoke as she began to go limp in his arms. Pulling a dagger from its sheath he quickly carved a Valnott into his wrist where he mark had faded completely from his skin.(valknot ) Repeating the symbol into her breast that once held the same mark as his wrist, he immediately felt the effects of the enchantment take place. Kissing her forehead he let himself lay on the mossed stone with her in his embrace, Letting his eyes slip lose he couldn't find a regret in his death as long as it was with her. For it was the job of the Valnott to link the owners together in life and death, through this life and the next.