Katula awoke abruptly, finding herself in a dimly lit cell. Her first
thoughts went to her spear, but when she reached for it she only only
grabbed air and realized to her horror that it was gone, along with her
mother's staff. She hopefully reached to her boot for her dagger, but that
had been taken also.br
She had also lost track of time. The night outside was pitch-black, meaning it could anywhere between midnight and five in the morning. This also meant Beow could have been revived anytime now. Her thoughts were suddenly driven to sounds outside. Walking cautiously to the door, Katula heard it. iSLASH!/i biClunk!/b/ibr
The door clicked. Katula stood back as torchlight filled the cell. An elf stood in the doorway. He wore full body armor made of jet-black dragon scales, studded gauntlets, and a black headband. The torchlight reflected off his gauntlets and off his weapon. In his right hand was a spear Katula had never seen before. Its shaft was made of wood, turned black by what looked like dried blood. The head of the spear was shaped like a slim dagger, but had a an upturned hook on the upper half of the head.br
The elf had silver-mercury hair that flowed past his shoulders, but stopped above his waist. But this was not what made the elf unique, no. It was his eyes. Glowing green eyes that pierced the darkness, fell upon Katula. She stood there awestruck by his features, only to catch herself staring at him, and turned away.br
The elf spoke with an unnaturally warm voice, as if she was slowly being drawn to a warm fire. "Come with me." He turned and left Katula alone in her dark cell. She stood there for a moment, then decided that being with an elf was better than staying here.br
She stepped into the corridor where the elf was waiting for her. The guard was sprawled on the floor, obviously dead. His keys were missing, but Katula found them in the door. The two then continued down the corridor and down a spiral staircase. There they passed more dead guards, and several doors branching off to other parts of the prison.br
Katula worked up her courage and asked," Who are you?" The elf stopped and turned to face her. "I was sent here to escort you and the hafling to Balkoth in the south." Katula face went pale. She had promised she wouldn't fail in capturing Beow. She did. Balkoth had to send one of his men to help her. Sudden rumors flashed through her head of earlier assassins and their failure. She shuddered.br
Suddenly, a wall to the left of Katula exploded. The elf twirled around and spotted a giant worm filling the staircase. The worm spotted Katula on the ground, and felt the need for some food. The worm lunged toward the fallen amazon and stopped. Its tongue fell to the ground, barely missing a kneeling elf. br
The elf readied his spear once more, and went in for another attack, when a wall some feet down the staircase exploded.br
Katula pulled herself up with her arms. Her legs had been pierced together with a marble slab when the wall exploded. She noticed the two worms, and crawled off to the side, hugging the wall, and watched as the battle between elf and worm commenced.br
The elf dodged the worm's head as it came crashing down a few inches from him. He then leaped into the air, and brought his spear into the worm's head, sending purple blood everywhere. The worm reared up, making the elf clutch his weapon tighter, then collapsed to the ground, dead.br
Placing his foot near the wound, the elf pulled out his bloodied spear, and faced the other worm, which was rushing up the steps. He stuck and his palm and smirked. A fireball erupted from his gauntlet and seared through the worm's head, leaving only a smoking neck to, like his comrade, collapse onto the stairs.br
The elf jumped down from atop the worm's head and knelt beside Katula. He spotted the wound and said, "This is going to hurt a bit." He waited for Katula to give him a nod of approval, before pulling out the marble slab.br
Katula cried out, and broke into a sweat. The elf tried to give her a warming smile, but Katula took one look at the gaping hole in her legs, and fainted. The elf took this as a chance to properly dress the wound, before healing it. Once he was finished, he gently placed his hands on her legs, and started to chant. The hole stopped bleeding at once, then slowly but surely, healed itself.br
The elf opened his eyes and looked at Katula through his wet bangs. "Courtesy of Vijayendra." With that, the elf picked up Katula and carried her down the steps.br
had been taken also.br
She had also lost track of time. The night outside was pitch-black, meaning it could anywhere between midnight and five in the morning. This also meant Beow could have been revived anytime now. Her thoughts were suddenly driven to sounds outside. Walking cautiously to the door, Katula heard it. iSLASH!/i biClunk!/b/ibr
The door clicked. Katula stood back as torchlight filled the cell. An elf stood in the doorway. He wore full body armor made of jet-black dragon scales, studded gauntlets, and a black headband. The torchlight reflected off his gauntlets and off his weapon. In his right hand was a spear Katula had never seen before. Its shaft was made of wood, turned black by what looked like dried blood. The head of the spear was shaped like a slim dagger, but had a an upturned hook on the upper half of the head.br
The elf had silver-mercury hair that flowed past his shoulders, but stopped above his waist. But this was not what made the elf unique, no. It was his eyes. Glowing green eyes that pierced the darkness, fell upon Katula. She stood there awestruck by his features, only to catch herself staring at him, and turned away.br
The elf spoke with an unnaturally warm voice, as if she was slowly being drawn to a warm fire. "Come with me." He turned and left Katula alone in her dark cell. She stood there for a moment, then decided that being with an elf was better than staying here.br
She stepped into the corridor where the elf was waiting for her. The guard was sprawled on the floor, obviously dead. His keys were missing, but Katula found them in the door. The two then continued down the corridor and down a spiral staircase. There they passed more dead guards, and several doors branching off to other parts of the prison.br
Katula worked up her courage and asked," Who are you?" The elf stopped and turned to face her. "I was sent here to escort you and the hafling to Balkoth in the south." Katula face went pale. She had promised she wouldn't fail in capturing Beow. She did. Balkoth had to send one of his men to help her. Sudden rumors flashed through her head of earlier assassins and their failure. She shuddered.br
Suddenly, a wall to the left of Katula exploded. The elf twirled around and spotted a giant worm filling the staircase. The worm spotted Katula on the ground, and felt the need for some food. The worm lunged toward the fallen amazon and stopped. Its tongue fell to the ground, barely missing a kneeling elf. br
The elf readied his spear once more, and went in for another attack, when a wall some feet down the staircase exploded.br
Katula pulled herself up with her arms. Her legs had been pierced together with a marble slab when the wall exploded. She noticed the two worms, and crawled off to the side, hugging the wall, and watched as the battle between elf and worm commenced.br
The elf dodged the worm's head as it came crashing down a few inches from him. He then leaped into the air, and brought his spear into the worm's head, sending purple blood everywhere. The worm reared up, making the elf clutch his weapon tighter, then collapsed to the ground, dead.br
Placing his foot near the wound, the elf pulled out his bloodied spear, and faced the other worm, which was rushing up the steps. He stuck and his palm and smirked. A fireball erupted from his gauntlet and seared through the worm's head, leaving only a smoking neck to, like his comrade, collapse onto the stairs.br
The elf jumped down from atop the worm's head and knelt beside Katula. He spotted the wound and said, "This is going to hurt a bit." He waited for Katula to give him a nod of approval, before pulling out the marble slab.br
Katula cried out, and broke into a sweat. The elf tried to give her a warming smile, but Katula took one look at the gaping hole in her legs, and fainted. The elf took this as a chance to properly dress the wound, before healing it. Once he was finished, he gently placed his hands on her legs, and started to chant. The hole stopped bleeding at once, then slowly but surely, healed itself.br
The elf opened his eyes and looked at Katula through his wet bangs. "Courtesy of Vijayendra." With that, the elf picked up Katula and carried her down the steps.br
