Her mind went numb after listening to the chiming of their pitiful
plate armor for hours on end. She hated how each of them stepped with the
same foot in perfect time as they held their pointy noses as high as they
possibly could trying to show off their perfection. But they weren't as
perfect as they thought they were, oh no. Once in awhile Deminia would spot
a poorly trained soldier trip and get out of step and madly start skipping
in the attempt to get back on while others armor had barely visible patches
of rust upon the edges and scratched against the miss-tied pieces. Just for
fun she wished she could trip one of these "Perfect Elven giants" and watch
the others tumble behind them. Then they would be below her.meaning she was
truly powerful.
From behind, Deminia felt the hilt of a massive sword slam onto her back. If her back wasn't already practically broken she would've paid attention to the pain, but she didn't. All she would do was peek out from a tiny hole in the cape that covered her and looked out though she couldn't really see anything besides a sea of platinum backs.
Startling her from her hateful trance, silver trumpets called out again in their annoying, triumphant song. Every note pierced at her mind; sharply sending her head into more writhing pain. Then, roars after roars of whistles, clapping, and cheers echoed through her mind in praise of these supposed perfect beings. It was more than evident these Elven folk did not know she was coming, nor anything about her. which for them was a good thing.
Amidst the crowds of towering High Elves were Half Elves and Wood Elves that felt it their duty to welcome home their cousins. The crowd was of all ages here, with children and elders alike both cheering with the same enthusiasm. But the entire celebration seemed to come to a halt as the block of soldiers that surrounded Deminia entered the city streets with her more than visible.
Whispers raced over the tongues of the crowd about the caped prisoner. The crowd couldn't help but move closer in curiosity as the block proceeded down the streets. Deminia could tell they were trying to see who or what she was by the way they strained their beady little eyes at her sulking figure. It was then, the silence was broken by a rather average size stone being cast at Deminia's body and hitting her on her already aching forehead. Deminia stopped dead in the parade and glared at the child who was quickly pulled back by his mother's protective arms. She felt the fear slowly rising within them all.she missed that feeling so.
Aurion followed in further behind expecting praise from his people but stopped further expectation once he felt the tension filtering throughout the entire vicinity. With sharp glances he looked throughout the crowd trying to spot curious members who would do everything to find out who this prisoner was. And he found him.
A teenage Wood Elf slowly began to raise his hands outward in the direction of Deminia with words of natural enchantment upon his lips. Immediately the atmosphere intensified as clouds began to seep in from distant skies. Around this young mans hands the howling winds raced before being shot out towards Deminia. Aurion then knew what the boy was trying to do.and Deminia did as well.
As the rush of wind howled past all the Elven ears then slammed Deminia in her face, pushing back the dark and heavy hood. Deminia instantly felt their tiny beady eyes grow wide in fear as they saw her beaten indigo face that was shrouded in white, lacey hair. She smirked and glared out at them with her cold purple eyes to absorb every ounce of their fear before Aurion rushed up behind her and shrouded her once again.
The once formal militia block now scattered as the crowds became vicious and untamed towards the prisoner. Their beautiful Elven faces turned dark and ugly as they spat out unsightly curse words towards Deminia while the guards led her deep into the magical realm of Southern Felwithe.
The mob trailed closely behind them with utter fury and anger that such a villain was being taken within their once safe homeland; risking their livelihood. Never before have the High Elven people acted in such lowly matter. The way they cursed and threw their fists against each other reminded all that stood strong of when the Humans of Freeport had first begun their useless civil war. It was amazing what religious beliefs could do to a society as strong as the one the High Elves governed.perhaps the Humans were the first of a tragic downfall of races.
As they broke past the marble gates of the Art keepers magnificent guild hall they ran full speed with Deminia being dragged behind them at a massive stone outcropping. Aurion pulled through, grasping Deminia by her arm and ran further while the other guards stopped at the stone structure. Did he not understand? There was jagged rock right ahead of them and he didn't slow his pace a bit. Instead his feet began to swell with agility and ran faster at the wall. They were so close Deminia could see the tiny lichens growing upon its side. All of a sudden, a strange sensation overwhelmed Deminia as she felt her body tingle with magical energies. Upon throwing back her hood she saw herself being swallowed by a spectrum of a variation of colors that swirled with amazing energy. Caught up in this magnificent sight, Deminia felt a harsh thrust against her back pushing her through to the other side of whatever they had just traveled through.
Immediately they both fell to the ground in exhaustion. Deminia lay with eyes wide opened and continued to gasp for air while Aurion simply stood and brushed the dirt off his armor. The adrenaline rush overwhelmed her as she sat there and watched a few more guards pass through and saw the entire commotion outside of what appeared to be their cave. She did not understand how she could see them.yet, they could not see her.
"You alright?" Aurion asked as he held out his dirty hand to Deminia. His gray eyes beamed out to Deminia with a caring glance that she simply disregarded as she began to use the stocks weight to stand her self up. 'No, it is all a trick..no one cares for you. Don't let him fool you!' the same dark voice as before shouted into Deminias head. She winced at its volume then turned a hateful glare back to Aurion.
"Carte moish!" she mumbled underneath her snarl as the other guards took her by surprise and pushed her forward beyond Aurions reach. 'Yes..that's right. Hate him for everything. He told those men to beat you and harass you. The reason he brought you here is to torture you and to make you his slave. You are lowly to him.you insignificant scum. Worthless... pathetic. weak.ugly!' the voice began to shout in Deminia's head. Her head pounded with the booming words that sent her writhing in endless pain. Then, all fell to darkness as her legs succumbed to the pain and Deminia crashed to the hard, cold ground.
From behind, Deminia felt the hilt of a massive sword slam onto her back. If her back wasn't already practically broken she would've paid attention to the pain, but she didn't. All she would do was peek out from a tiny hole in the cape that covered her and looked out though she couldn't really see anything besides a sea of platinum backs.
Startling her from her hateful trance, silver trumpets called out again in their annoying, triumphant song. Every note pierced at her mind; sharply sending her head into more writhing pain. Then, roars after roars of whistles, clapping, and cheers echoed through her mind in praise of these supposed perfect beings. It was more than evident these Elven folk did not know she was coming, nor anything about her. which for them was a good thing.
Amidst the crowds of towering High Elves were Half Elves and Wood Elves that felt it their duty to welcome home their cousins. The crowd was of all ages here, with children and elders alike both cheering with the same enthusiasm. But the entire celebration seemed to come to a halt as the block of soldiers that surrounded Deminia entered the city streets with her more than visible.
Whispers raced over the tongues of the crowd about the caped prisoner. The crowd couldn't help but move closer in curiosity as the block proceeded down the streets. Deminia could tell they were trying to see who or what she was by the way they strained their beady little eyes at her sulking figure. It was then, the silence was broken by a rather average size stone being cast at Deminia's body and hitting her on her already aching forehead. Deminia stopped dead in the parade and glared at the child who was quickly pulled back by his mother's protective arms. She felt the fear slowly rising within them all.she missed that feeling so.
Aurion followed in further behind expecting praise from his people but stopped further expectation once he felt the tension filtering throughout the entire vicinity. With sharp glances he looked throughout the crowd trying to spot curious members who would do everything to find out who this prisoner was. And he found him.
A teenage Wood Elf slowly began to raise his hands outward in the direction of Deminia with words of natural enchantment upon his lips. Immediately the atmosphere intensified as clouds began to seep in from distant skies. Around this young mans hands the howling winds raced before being shot out towards Deminia. Aurion then knew what the boy was trying to do.and Deminia did as well.
As the rush of wind howled past all the Elven ears then slammed Deminia in her face, pushing back the dark and heavy hood. Deminia instantly felt their tiny beady eyes grow wide in fear as they saw her beaten indigo face that was shrouded in white, lacey hair. She smirked and glared out at them with her cold purple eyes to absorb every ounce of their fear before Aurion rushed up behind her and shrouded her once again.
The once formal militia block now scattered as the crowds became vicious and untamed towards the prisoner. Their beautiful Elven faces turned dark and ugly as they spat out unsightly curse words towards Deminia while the guards led her deep into the magical realm of Southern Felwithe.
The mob trailed closely behind them with utter fury and anger that such a villain was being taken within their once safe homeland; risking their livelihood. Never before have the High Elven people acted in such lowly matter. The way they cursed and threw their fists against each other reminded all that stood strong of when the Humans of Freeport had first begun their useless civil war. It was amazing what religious beliefs could do to a society as strong as the one the High Elves governed.perhaps the Humans were the first of a tragic downfall of races.
As they broke past the marble gates of the Art keepers magnificent guild hall they ran full speed with Deminia being dragged behind them at a massive stone outcropping. Aurion pulled through, grasping Deminia by her arm and ran further while the other guards stopped at the stone structure. Did he not understand? There was jagged rock right ahead of them and he didn't slow his pace a bit. Instead his feet began to swell with agility and ran faster at the wall. They were so close Deminia could see the tiny lichens growing upon its side. All of a sudden, a strange sensation overwhelmed Deminia as she felt her body tingle with magical energies. Upon throwing back her hood she saw herself being swallowed by a spectrum of a variation of colors that swirled with amazing energy. Caught up in this magnificent sight, Deminia felt a harsh thrust against her back pushing her through to the other side of whatever they had just traveled through.
Immediately they both fell to the ground in exhaustion. Deminia lay with eyes wide opened and continued to gasp for air while Aurion simply stood and brushed the dirt off his armor. The adrenaline rush overwhelmed her as she sat there and watched a few more guards pass through and saw the entire commotion outside of what appeared to be their cave. She did not understand how she could see them.yet, they could not see her.
"You alright?" Aurion asked as he held out his dirty hand to Deminia. His gray eyes beamed out to Deminia with a caring glance that she simply disregarded as she began to use the stocks weight to stand her self up. 'No, it is all a trick..no one cares for you. Don't let him fool you!' the same dark voice as before shouted into Deminias head. She winced at its volume then turned a hateful glare back to Aurion.
"Carte moish!" she mumbled underneath her snarl as the other guards took her by surprise and pushed her forward beyond Aurions reach. 'Yes..that's right. Hate him for everything. He told those men to beat you and harass you. The reason he brought you here is to torture you and to make you his slave. You are lowly to him.you insignificant scum. Worthless... pathetic. weak.ugly!' the voice began to shout in Deminia's head. Her head pounded with the booming words that sent her writhing in endless pain. Then, all fell to darkness as her legs succumbed to the pain and Deminia crashed to the hard, cold ground.