For days, Deminia was held in a tiny steel cage that smelt heavily of death
and disease. There, she was guarded by at least a dozen of the forts finest
guards that spat on her helpless body every chance they got. For some this
place would've been a merciless hell where they'd be left to die a slow and
mind-numbing death. But for Deminia, the torment was nothing. She had
witnessed horrific executions and experiments performed on those ungrateful
few within the top tower of the Lodge of the Dead back in Neriak.
"All hail Captain Lightbay!" the steel encrusted guardians shouted as they brought themselves to attention. They froze with their muscles clenched tightly in fear of poor judgment.
"Hail, men. If you boys don't mind, I'd like to speak to prisoner D91714 alone please." Aurion replied back with a swollen voice.
"Speak what sir? According to the mandate we are not allowed to leave our posts as guards unless orders from General."
"You're dismissed..guardians." Aurion snapped back with quickness. Deminia's small, pointed ears perked slightly at the sound of his voice as she lifted her head from her lap only a little; gazing outward towards the wall with her deep, purple eyes.
The men left the room with words of objection left dangling frozen upon their tongues. Such an unauthorized procedure was being played out. But their duty was to follow their captain's orders no matter what they felt deep within their hearts. What they felt was nothing of a positive aura.
The door slammed behind them enveloping the room in nothing but a haunting darkness that filled every crevice in the walls. As Aurion moved closer to the chained prisoner he felt the tiny paws of the diseased rats scampering over his feet to avoid being crushed by his plate boots. The entire time Deminia stayed huddled in a corner with only her blood-stained tank and red loin cloth to keep her small indigo body warm. She was stripped of her armor and blades to reduce the threat of her becoming a risk.
Aurion paused before her cage in a loss of words spurting out air in place of syllables. He scratched his long flame-red hair in the attempt of thinking how to begin conversation, but he knew not what to say to this.murderer.
"Not really the nicest place for them to set you up in, huh?" he managed to croak out before he slapped himself in the head for asking such a ridiculous question.
Deminia still sat silent upon the cold, damp ground sorting out the thousands of questions that scurried about within her dark mind. All the questions were quickly summarized by the one word, "Why?"
"Your leaving me here to suffer a lengthy death will not.." She began to shout in a rage of anger.
"I have not taken you here to suffer longer, Deminia. This will only be a temporary home for you until we leave back for Felwithe." Aurion quickly replied to cool her deadly temper.
Deminia lifted her heavy head up to the sound of Aurions voice and surprisingly starred right as him as if he was seen in daylight. The mixed emotions were seen through the pattern changes in the cross-colored section of her round eyes.
"What do you mean until we leave back for Felwithe?" she snapped again with her heavy, feminine, Teir'Dal accent.
"I am taking you back to Felwithe with me that is, taking you as a project. I thought, since my people knew so little about yours that I'd take you back with me so I could learn everything about your kind." Aurion said back with a lighter tone of voice in the attempt of lightening up the mood.
"So you are taking me back so I can be a traitor?"
"I will not ask you to tell me anything about your people's secrets just.I want to understand..and maybe you'll understand."
Deminia's white eyebrows rose in confusion at Aurions troubled face. He wanted her to teach him the Teir'Dal ways..but why? Since when did the conceited Koada' Dal ever care about what they thought to be lowly Elves that were born through the High Elves demise? Yet, this man was standing before her wanting to understand..no one ever wanted to understand before.
"Though your opinion doesn't matter since you're a prisoner of war," Aurion began again, "You will be treated better within my presence."
".and the chains?" Deminia sputtered as she lifted her rust coated cuffs and clashed them together before Aurion.
"You'll still have to wear them. My people would disapprove of a Teir'Dal freely roaming the streets."
Deminia slowly sank to her hands and knees upon the damp, muddy ground. She moved forward to the cage bars and propped herself up by pulling on the slime covered, copper bars. Aurion too knelt down before the shadowy figure in fear as she starred strait into his gray eyes, piercing through to his soul. But with a quick thrust of her hand, Deminia grasped Aurions collar firmly and pulled him closer to her worn face.
"And I disapprove of your Elven kin living! You are just like her..to curious for your own good. The wretched girl got what she deserved; it was only a pity that her death was so short! If it were longer I could've watched her suffer! But it was sweet while it lasted. She was just one last High Elf I have to get rid of..makes my job a lot easier."
Shocked, Aurion just stayed kneeling and looked into Deminias hateful eyes. They blazed with a fiery hatred unlike any other Aurion had ever witnessed. She was so angered at him, but why? What had he ever done to her that made her hate him so? Deep within, he knew that even she did not understand the anonymous rivalry. All she understood was hate. It was their divine law that everything should be hated for power. But.why?
"All she ever did was try to help your people." Aurion whispered over Deminia's gasping breaths.
"How? By mocking my people?! I find it an insult to have a High-Elf cover herself with a Dark Elven image and try to help traitors to my Queen!" Deminia spat sending tiny droplets tumbling off of Aurions face.
"Traitors? You call them traitors? Tell me D91714, do you even know what the Ultricle is and why it is truly there?" Aurion said as he softly grasped Deminias scared palm. He held it within his hand for only a moment as he starred at it hoping to find something to say. His grasp tightened and he placed her hand softly upon her red, cloth covered lap.
"I shall pray to Tunare that you never do." He whispered before exiting the chamber leaving Deminia to frolic with the rats and spiders by herself.
After Aurion left, Deminias eyes were still fixed upon where his eyes once lingered. A flux of feelings overwhelmed her soul like a raging river as she lifted her once cradled palm out from her red lap. Turning it a few degrees, she starred in confusion before placing her eyes back upon the cell door.
"What did your words mean? Your sorrowful words. The Ultricle is for traitors of the queen, tis' nothing new. Yet you speak to me as if I am a dumbfounded child unaccustomed to her own ways. Though, you spoke your words true as you rudely grasped my and.and cradled it. Oh spite upon me! It was just wrong of me to think your conceited people could care for one you consider lowly as me. I need no care anyways fore caring leads to the ever so hated loving that I despise. Tis your people whom are stupid enough to love instead of hate. Your peoples love is reason enough for us to hate you.we need no other reason, as long as you hate us back." Deminia mumbled as she crawled back into her dark, shadowy corner. There, she glanced up to the small barred window that framed the starless night. Little did the others know, an amazing thing happened just then. One solemn tear that for a few seconds laid nestled within Deminias black eyelashes fell from her eye under the glistening moonlight. Deminia, was changing as she whispered once more, "Oh spite on me.." Before shutting her eyes for a dismal nights rest.
"All hail Captain Lightbay!" the steel encrusted guardians shouted as they brought themselves to attention. They froze with their muscles clenched tightly in fear of poor judgment.
"Hail, men. If you boys don't mind, I'd like to speak to prisoner D91714 alone please." Aurion replied back with a swollen voice.
"Speak what sir? According to the mandate we are not allowed to leave our posts as guards unless orders from General."
"You're dismissed..guardians." Aurion snapped back with quickness. Deminia's small, pointed ears perked slightly at the sound of his voice as she lifted her head from her lap only a little; gazing outward towards the wall with her deep, purple eyes.
The men left the room with words of objection left dangling frozen upon their tongues. Such an unauthorized procedure was being played out. But their duty was to follow their captain's orders no matter what they felt deep within their hearts. What they felt was nothing of a positive aura.
The door slammed behind them enveloping the room in nothing but a haunting darkness that filled every crevice in the walls. As Aurion moved closer to the chained prisoner he felt the tiny paws of the diseased rats scampering over his feet to avoid being crushed by his plate boots. The entire time Deminia stayed huddled in a corner with only her blood-stained tank and red loin cloth to keep her small indigo body warm. She was stripped of her armor and blades to reduce the threat of her becoming a risk.
Aurion paused before her cage in a loss of words spurting out air in place of syllables. He scratched his long flame-red hair in the attempt of thinking how to begin conversation, but he knew not what to say to this.murderer.
"Not really the nicest place for them to set you up in, huh?" he managed to croak out before he slapped himself in the head for asking such a ridiculous question.
Deminia still sat silent upon the cold, damp ground sorting out the thousands of questions that scurried about within her dark mind. All the questions were quickly summarized by the one word, "Why?"
"Your leaving me here to suffer a lengthy death will not.." She began to shout in a rage of anger.
"I have not taken you here to suffer longer, Deminia. This will only be a temporary home for you until we leave back for Felwithe." Aurion quickly replied to cool her deadly temper.
Deminia lifted her heavy head up to the sound of Aurions voice and surprisingly starred right as him as if he was seen in daylight. The mixed emotions were seen through the pattern changes in the cross-colored section of her round eyes.
"What do you mean until we leave back for Felwithe?" she snapped again with her heavy, feminine, Teir'Dal accent.
"I am taking you back to Felwithe with me that is, taking you as a project. I thought, since my people knew so little about yours that I'd take you back with me so I could learn everything about your kind." Aurion said back with a lighter tone of voice in the attempt of lightening up the mood.
"So you are taking me back so I can be a traitor?"
"I will not ask you to tell me anything about your people's secrets just.I want to understand..and maybe you'll understand."
Deminia's white eyebrows rose in confusion at Aurions troubled face. He wanted her to teach him the Teir'Dal ways..but why? Since when did the conceited Koada' Dal ever care about what they thought to be lowly Elves that were born through the High Elves demise? Yet, this man was standing before her wanting to understand..no one ever wanted to understand before.
"Though your opinion doesn't matter since you're a prisoner of war," Aurion began again, "You will be treated better within my presence."
".and the chains?" Deminia sputtered as she lifted her rust coated cuffs and clashed them together before Aurion.
"You'll still have to wear them. My people would disapprove of a Teir'Dal freely roaming the streets."
Deminia slowly sank to her hands and knees upon the damp, muddy ground. She moved forward to the cage bars and propped herself up by pulling on the slime covered, copper bars. Aurion too knelt down before the shadowy figure in fear as she starred strait into his gray eyes, piercing through to his soul. But with a quick thrust of her hand, Deminia grasped Aurions collar firmly and pulled him closer to her worn face.
"And I disapprove of your Elven kin living! You are just like her..to curious for your own good. The wretched girl got what she deserved; it was only a pity that her death was so short! If it were longer I could've watched her suffer! But it was sweet while it lasted. She was just one last High Elf I have to get rid of..makes my job a lot easier."
Shocked, Aurion just stayed kneeling and looked into Deminias hateful eyes. They blazed with a fiery hatred unlike any other Aurion had ever witnessed. She was so angered at him, but why? What had he ever done to her that made her hate him so? Deep within, he knew that even she did not understand the anonymous rivalry. All she understood was hate. It was their divine law that everything should be hated for power. But.why?
"All she ever did was try to help your people." Aurion whispered over Deminia's gasping breaths.
"How? By mocking my people?! I find it an insult to have a High-Elf cover herself with a Dark Elven image and try to help traitors to my Queen!" Deminia spat sending tiny droplets tumbling off of Aurions face.
"Traitors? You call them traitors? Tell me D91714, do you even know what the Ultricle is and why it is truly there?" Aurion said as he softly grasped Deminias scared palm. He held it within his hand for only a moment as he starred at it hoping to find something to say. His grasp tightened and he placed her hand softly upon her red, cloth covered lap.
"I shall pray to Tunare that you never do." He whispered before exiting the chamber leaving Deminia to frolic with the rats and spiders by herself.
After Aurion left, Deminias eyes were still fixed upon where his eyes once lingered. A flux of feelings overwhelmed her soul like a raging river as she lifted her once cradled palm out from her red lap. Turning it a few degrees, she starred in confusion before placing her eyes back upon the cell door.
"What did your words mean? Your sorrowful words. The Ultricle is for traitors of the queen, tis' nothing new. Yet you speak to me as if I am a dumbfounded child unaccustomed to her own ways. Though, you spoke your words true as you rudely grasped my and.and cradled it. Oh spite upon me! It was just wrong of me to think your conceited people could care for one you consider lowly as me. I need no care anyways fore caring leads to the ever so hated loving that I despise. Tis your people whom are stupid enough to love instead of hate. Your peoples love is reason enough for us to hate you.we need no other reason, as long as you hate us back." Deminia mumbled as she crawled back into her dark, shadowy corner. There, she glanced up to the small barred window that framed the starless night. Little did the others know, an amazing thing happened just then. One solemn tear that for a few seconds laid nestled within Deminias black eyelashes fell from her eye under the glistening moonlight. Deminia, was changing as she whispered once more, "Oh spite on me.." Before shutting her eyes for a dismal nights rest.