Woodleg ran and ran deeper and deeper into the woods. Branches scratching him, leaving blood marks all over his face. The twigs on the ground were tripping, and he fell at least twice on his wooden leg. Firewing flew and flew as fast as she could, trying to catch up to her master. He rested on a near by rock, weeping tears of sorrow, screaming in the distance.
"Why the hell did he have to die? WHY?" Woodleg stared at the sky for a long while.
Firewing finally got up to her master. She to was weeping, but lightly. Nowhere near as hard as Woodleg.
"You see that, Firewing, I never even got to meet my son. Nor did he get to meet his parents." Explained Woodleg tears dropping heavily down his cloak.
"Why did that filthy man bring us into this world?" He asked looking in Firewing's direction.
Firewing gave a shrug and looked down at her feet. But when she looked down, she saw a bit of honey. And another little drip came down, from above. She looked up to find a huge nest. A Fire-elf nest. She tugged on Woodled's cloak so rough that he almost fell over the rock.
"Now what Firewing? Can't you see I'm not in the mood to play." He explained.
Firewing quickly turned her head to see a 2-3 dozen group of Fire-elves. Woodleg now to saw the huge tree with the nest, and he also saw the group of Fire-elves. He nearly dropped his jaw looking at so many.
"Oh crap, this doesn't look to pleasant." He explained almost ready to run.
The whole swarm of Fire-elves flew right for him. Five to six of them pulled his hair, 7-8 of them were setting fire to his clothes. Two came right for his face, but instead he lifted his right hand clicked it, and blew towards the flame letting a huge tornado of fire go flying right for them. The fire-elves fell to the ground. Firewing was kicking and punching the elves, some on the floor, the rest, injuring her. About 10 elves formed a group and created one huge ball of fire, ready to throw at the two helpless people. It took about 5 of the elves to lift the ball, and when they lifted the huge ball of flames, they threw it right at Woodleg and Firewing. The two lay on the floor, helpless, motionless and unconscious.
Woodleg got up slowly a few minutes later, the group of elves were still there, waiting for them to wake. He quickly got to his feet and got ready to blow another fire. He clicked his fingers and a wick of fire came above his fingers. This time, the elves were quicker than him again, they threw another ball of fire towards him, and he fell once again.
"That's it! You don't want to make me angry." He said looking intense.
"You wanna know why?" He Asked.
"Because I don't like it when creatures defeat me, especially little elves like you."
With that being said, he let out a huge scream and forced his arms into the air. His body was levitating over the ground and rocks now. His eyes were closed shut. And soon enough, his whole body was covered in fire, blue fire. He let out one huge scream and clenched his fists together, and a huge ball of blue fire started to form.
"Say goodnight!"
He threw his fists back, and a huge stream of blue fire flew towards the elves, some fled, but most dead. He went back to the ground, safe, but landed on his back, unconscious.
A brutal but terrifying sound woke him and Firewing. The White Women. He barely had enough power to open his eyes. But he could still see the women as clear as glass. The women came closer towards him.
"What do you want me for?" He asked looking frightened.
"You!" A terrifying voice called.
"I'm fine, I'm not sick, you don't need to take me away." He yelled.
The White Women closed in on him, closer and closer. Firewing got up and flew away.
"And where are you going you little traitor?" He screamed.
And the last thing he saw, was Firewing flying into the distance, back the way they came.