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Chapter
24-
As they all stood atop of the hill, the eastern sun
shining in their eyes, the moon was still behind them, a full moon
and the sun challenged each other.
The Children of the Stars
would soon face their foes and their own kin.
Etain felt the
ground vibrate underneath her. "They come from all directions."
She whispered.
" PREPARE YOURSELVES! THEY COME FROM ALL
DIRECTIONS!" Etain screamed full well knowing that they could
sense and feel the ground vibrating under their own feet.
Etain
gasped as an army of flying stormwings with elves aboard them flew
from the domain of Morlass. Orcs marched in groups of at least twenty
or more, there must have been three-hundred or more orcs.
Then
the race of men, not the glorious kings you see or imangine when you
hear of fairy-tales, but disgusting, horrible, creatures, worse than
the orcs. Their filthy,ukept hair with burs tangled
everywhere.
Etain picked out a very large stormwing
circling the area, it began to grin as it flew over top of the elves,
revealing its, large metal teeth that you could clearly see had bones
and flesh with old dried blood caked over them.
Their stench
was enough to make you through up. A mixture of decaying bodies,
feces, and blood.
Etain narrowed her eyes, as she recognized
the rider. Long dark greasy hair, and pale skin, dressed all in
black, Morlass saw Etain and grinned.
He rose a hand, and all
of the marching armies stopped, they had surrouned the entire area,
except for the South. The Elves all faced different directions,
waiting for their orders to begin. Long bows already had arrows
strung unto them, they all stood in battle pose, waiting for what
fate may order.
The orcs and men grinned at her, men revealing
toothless smiles, with green decay decked out all over them.
The
orcs with white battle paint painted all over their faces in stripes,
their yellow eyes begging to begin the fight. Their mouths opened,
revealing a nice set of four fangs and pointy teeth, they began to
drool, and pound their feet.
The elves, they did not look like
elves. Their eyes were a pale white, as if no soul was in them. "So,
Morlass, your men refused to attack and you stole their souls away
and replaced it nothing but a thirst for blood.
"It
seems like you need to teach them all lesson in etiquitte."
Morlass
threw his head back and laughed. "You see many things an Elven
Princess should not see. You lead this army?" Morlass asked
chuckling.
The entire horde laughed. Morlass silenced them. "
A she-elf, not only that but a princess leading an army to war?
Surrender yourself and lands now and your people will live to see
another day."
This caused Etain to throw her head back
and laugh. She unsheathed her sword and glared menancly at Morlass.
"Remember my words, you will get no mercy from them. I have
faith in you all, we will prefrail."
"You are
foolish, Etain, my army easily outnumbers this so called army.You
truly believe you can defeat me?" Morlass questioned, annoyed
about her silence towards him.
"Why don't you remove
yourself from that fowl beast you ride and face me on foot, Morlass
Wormtongue." Etain's voice rang, a beautiful voice, causing all
of Morlass's pawns to stare at her.
" Surrender, Golden
one." Morlass said mordantly.
Etain in response lifted
her sword, it began to glow, as Naurlach reared, fire mixed with
fire.
" You surrender yourself, release your loyal elves
from their bonds, allow them to think and speak freely from your
warmongering." Etain said swinging her blade in a skilled
swoop, allow it to sing its song, its cry to taste the blood of
Morlass and give into the craving of that sweet scent of blood. The
one evil doers have, always carry that scent with them.
The
sword detected this instantly, evil was ringing true all around,
calling it to slice through every single one of these macabre beings,
the scent of death hung in the air.
"You accuse me of
betraying my one kin and forcing them against their will? Never, I
care deeply for them." Morlass said with a hurt expression on
his features.
" You are mendacious and I will not listen
to your tainted tongue any longer. Draw your weapon and prepare for
battle."
Morlass shielded his eyes from the glow off
Naur en Aearon, he hissed at it.
Etain raised an eyebrow at
his gesture. "So, you have seen this blade before, have you?"
The orcs seemed to cower from it also, the young race of men knew
nothing about it but stood still, sqenting their eyes from the flame
emitting off the blade.
Etain cracked a grin as she saw the
orcs cower. "This blade has tasted orc-flesh also, some of you
must remember it, or know of the ancient tales. Its name is Naur en
Aearon, translated in the common tongue, Flame of the Great Sea.
Remember it well, it will be the last thing you see."
Naurlach
took off galloping across the field, in front of all the orcs, the
leeching men, daring them to attack. They shielded their eyes from
bright glow of Naur en Aearon.
Etain paused for a moment,
thinking of her actions. Her eyes widened, as realzation took its
effects. " I am the Harvestor of Sorrow." Author's Note:
This the part I think is kind of stupid, and I wanted to take it out,
but thought I would let you guys decide.
My Life Suffocates
Planting Seeds of Hate
I've Loved, Turned to Hate
Trapped
Far Beyond My Fate
I Give
You Take
This Life That I
Forsake
Been Cheated of My Youth
You Turned this Lie to Truth
Anger
Misery
You'll Suffer unto Me
Harvester
of Sorrow
Language of the Mad
Harvester of Sorrow
Pure
Black Looking Clear
My Work Is Done Soon Here
Try Getting
Back to Me
Get Back Which Used to Be
Drink up
Shoot in
Let the Beatings Begin
Distributor of Pain
Your Loss
Becomes My Gain
Anger
Misery
You'll Suffer unto Me
Harvester of Sorrow
Language of the Mad
Harvester of
Sorrow
All Have Said Their Prayers
Invade Their
Nightmares
See into My Eyes
You'll Find Where Murder Lies
Infanticide
Harvester of Sorrow
Language of the
Mad
Harvester of Sorrow
Language of the Mad
Harvester of
Sorrow
It was as if the Great Sea was calling her itself. She felt a strange tingling feeling, her eyes fluttering across the ground to the sky, and towards the sea itself.
Something was coming, someone powerful would be arriving shortly.
Her head snapped upwards as a large burst of flame invaded the sky.
There stood the august Frealaf upon his glittering scaled steed. And all around him, demons on dragons decked out in the royal armor.
Large masses hung by chains on the dragons, scthyes reflecting the red sun, awaiting to be drawn.
Etain felt a proud smile creep her war-like features. 'He came.' Was all she could think.
'Strange, they are not the force I felt. It is still here, it is coming, I can feel it. But what is it?'
Shoving all thoughts from her mind, she looked to see Morlass. An evil grin spread across her face, at the anger and shock he freely allowed to roam that haughty face.
He turned his eyes onto her, thinking on his last leg. He reached towards her, with his outstrechted hand, he began his heinous speech.
" I would give you anything, anything your heart desires. Just come with me, take my hand, Etain, my Golden Princess." He blew a black colored powder at her.
Etain tried to duck, but to no avail. As the fetid powder landed on her, her eyes started to cloud, becoming nothing but white.
An image of a lady of court surrounded by various proper she-elves and great hordes of princes.
One of these princes seemed to stand out. Long,smooth, shiny dark hair caped his shoulders.
Dark
eyes that look like pits of darkness, bottomless and abstruse. Closed
to the outside world.
His skin, extremely pale even for one so
fair. White as a fresh fall of snow.
He slowy and steadily
walked over and took the nook of her arm and lead her towards the
crowd. He acted like she belonged to him.
Etain couldn't
believe the way she looked. garbed in the royal style with the
princess hair-do and the little foo-foo gown, but her gown was black,
strapless, and amplifying her cleavage.
Her mouth dropped as
she observed herself bowing to these........
She felt like
walking up and punching herself on the face. She screamed out of
frustation.
Etain tried closing her eyes, yet nothing could
remove this horrid image. Her worst nightmare.
The elf prince
with the long dark hair spoke to her. "Etain, my dear," he
spoke,
Her head snapped up, staring at him. Backing slowly
and carefully away,she began speaking.
"No,
this is wrong, something is wrong. You
are............are..............." Grabbing the sides of her
head, and pulling her hair, she searched for something simliar to
this elf.
A very strange negative force was radiating off of
him.
"Etain, what ever is the matter?" He asked
again reaching a long pale hand out to her. His long pointy fingers
griped her arm, pulling her towards him.
He placed his hand on
either side of her face, the coldness invading her body. It was even
stinging it was so cold.
Her eyes bore deep into his
bottomless pits of darkness, searching for some small clue of who or
what he was.
"Who are you?" Etain whispered.
The
elf smiled at her and laughed a little, the smile did not reach his
eyes.
" Why I am your soon to be husband. Come now, quit
playing games and let us return to the party. I have much to talk
about, and besides I'd like to show you off some." He said with
a smirk. His tone was more of a command than a playful gesture.
He
began walking forward still gripping her arm, and pulling her
along.
Etain followed, dazed and unable to resist his command,
something was amiss here, she could not put her finger on it. She
searched her memory,but there was nothing. So, she allowed the
dark-haired hansome stranger to pull her along.
As she walked
back towards the crowd of elves, the strange dark-haird elf still
gripping her arm,images flashed through her vision.
One of a
silver horse and another of a very large white dog, others of some
kind of battle going on. She saw herself being held by that same
dark-haired elf, only this elf looked like the undead.
Pale,
pasty flesh, dark greasy hair, and those eyes were the same. This elf
had her cradled in his embrace, and seemed to be in some kind of
trance.
A man with pale silver hair and gleaming golden eyes
was banging against the barrier. Dragons were throwing magic at the
barrier, as if they were trying to rescuse someone.
She heard
the silver-haired man scream something, all she could make out was
her name, Etain.
'That is my name, yes, that is my name. Who
is that man and what the hell is going on? Her mind
screamed.
Memories began flashing quickly through her.
Etain
looked at the group of elves ahead, the world had gone grey and in
slow motion.
As they smiled at her, their bodies began to
crumble into the earth, becoming nothing but worms, and various
insects.
"Morlass."
The elf stopped in front
of her, his back stiffened. She saw a tremor shake his body, as he
slowly turned around.
He turned wide eyes on her, but quickly
replaced his shocked expression, into a happy smile.
"I
know who you are." She spat.
"Glad to hear it my
dear." He reached out for her, but Etain grabbed his hand and
started to crush it in her hand.
"Tell me why."
Etain said angrily.
"Always for you, my golden one."
As soon as he started on golden, she tightened her grip on
his hand and then proceeded to throw him over her shoulder.
He
landed on his legs, staring at her as she spun around to face
him.
Etain drew her sword. its flame glowing brightly for all
to see. As she raised it the world spread to darkness once
again.
In the darkness, Etain cursed at Morlass. Sheathing
her blade, she felt a strange pulse coming from something.
Something
was burning her neck. She placed a shaking head around the object in
her dress. She felt the cool stone vibrate, as it glowed she heard a
familair voice whisper out of it. But who's?
Her eyes
momentarily returning to their natural color, pierced the elf's eyes
out in the darkness. "Morlass." Etain spat
The
world suddenly regained its natural appeal.Looking at her clothes,
she was garbed in armor.
But something was wrong here, Etain
looked around and saw they were on top of a very steep cliff,
overlooking the sea.
"What the hell.............."
"Surprised, my dear?" A crazed Morlass asked.
All that was left standing was an extremely pale, and
drawn elf, with long greasy dark hair, and dark eyes.
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