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Carya soon realized that they were not going anywhere that night. The human was still too weak to walk and he looked like he was ready to pass out again. With a sinking feeling she realized that whoever or whatever had attacked him could still be around. Her senses would warn her if anything unfriendly approached but there was no way to move him. The only weapons that she carried were her bow and a dagger. Her skills at fighting were great but not great enough if there were more than one attacker. Carya shook the thoughts away, it was best if she just ignored the dangers around her, if they presented themselves then she would fight. "I guess that we will have to set camp here," she said. The man nodded and Carya realized that she still did not know his name and he did not know hers. "My name is Carya," she said softly.

The knight looked up at her, glad that she had broken the silence. "That's a pretty name, it's different. Mine isAgraelith," he was silent a moment then asked, "Why did you help me?" It was not that he was ungrateful; he just did not see why she had chosen to help him. He knew that there was no friendship felt between the two races. Never had he, nor anyone he knew, encountered a nigh elf before and he did not know anything about them. The only things that he knew were what he had read about and what he had been told.

She pondered the question that he had just asked her. "I…I don't know really. I guess I helped you because I would haveregretted itif I had not done anything," she was not sure if that was the real reason. She felt drawn to him somehow. When she had taken his helmet off and seen his face she had felt something.In his face she had seensomething that reminded her of something or someone. She realized that he was not the only one with a question. Gently she reached out and with a graceful finger, traced his bandaged side. "How did this happen?" He started to sit up and she reached an arm around him to help. He leaned heavily on her for a moment then turned to face her and began to relate his tale.

"We had word that there was going to be an attack on our town. When we heard the message we weren't sure if it was orcs or the undead but we decided to prepare for the worse. Ever since Arthas turned to the darkness and became a Death Knight we've all been on edge. We barricaded our town, built defense towers, fortifications, everything that we could think of. We had archers lining the walls and knights guarding the gates. The only apparent weak point was the river the town was built on. Of course fate would have it that that was where I got stationed. The attack happened a few hours ago. There was no warning, one minute everything was all clear, and the next the docks were swarming with the Undead. I was one of the lucky ones. I saw the others getting cut down right in front of me. Men that I've known all my life that I've trained with, that I thought would never fall. I thought I was dead, I couldn't see how I'd be able to survive. They were pouring through our ranks like water trickling through a sieve. I could hear screaming coming from behind me, I knew they had infiltrated out town. Then I heard the sound of tearing metal, and I heard myself become one of the one's screaming. In my mind all I could think was get away, I had to get away. I stumbled backwards and felt my foot hit the edge of the riverbank. I let myself go. The river caught me and I felt myself go under, but I was determined not to let it take me. I managed to get my head above the water but was dragged down again. It was when I thought that I would never surface again that I felt my knee hit sand. I managed to crawl out of the water. The next thing that I knew you were there." He finished. He was surprised that she had listened to him all the way through without interruption. She had her knees tucked into her chest and rested her head on them. He could not help but notice how innocent yet dangerous she looked.

She looked at him intently then spoke, "Arthas? Is he a human?"

Agraelith nodded, "He was a prince but he turned on his own father and then revealed himself as a Death Knight, I don't suppose you would have heard of it."
She shook her head, "No, we keep to ourselves. You're the first person outside our clan that I've ever spoken to. You are also the first human in a long time that has ever looked upon one of us."

He suddenly began to feel awe. It fully dawned on him that he was looking upon one whose race had not been seen for hundreds of years. "How old are you exactly if you don't mind me asking," he was curious to see if she had been there when they had split away from the High Elves.

"I'm young for my kind, only one hundred and thirty."

"Only one hundred and five years older then me," he said with a smile.


Sorry that I cut it off here but I'll write more soon. Let me know what you think!