Chapter 4
By HighelfTau
Althede
Pain. My eyes were foggy. I couldn't see. Clearing… Aha! Yes, my eyes were clearing, I tried to stand. The sounds of battle were- no. not battle. Slaughter. Massacre. Screaming elves being cut down ruthlessly and abandoning their posts. Bad. Very bad. Groggy now. I felt sick.
My Eyes were unfocusing…
My knees gave way and I collapsed.
Sylana
Oh dear. That is bad. A terrifically huge monster, 10 foot high, with enormous curling horns. Its shaggy fur was a dark brown, it's eyes were black, and it carried an humongous axe of which it's design matched the pattern on it's horns.
And it was coming straight towards me…
Corlarne
We fought our way together through dense jungle-like terrain, heading for the place which a confused Saynor had foreseen. Eventually, we finally reached the end of this seemingly endless stupid forest. I sighed. If only Sylana hadn't just gone off like that.
Honestly.
Prince Althede
Sharp pain.
I looked up.
Ahead of me was although tattered, stained with elf blood, a banner, displaying the Sarathai rune, also a symbol of courage. I pulled together the last shreds of and honour and strength remaining in my body and mind and lurched towards the standard.
Darts Splintered on the wall around me, one of the damned steel bolts pierced my leg. I cried out and fell to one knee. I raised the Banner as high as I could and cried, although all I could manage was little more than a loud mutter;
"Aenarion!"
Then, my eyes close, the fog rolls over… yet, is it my imagination that lets me hear voices shouting my name? or is it just the haunting memories of the dead… I feel hands close on my dying body… what is this? One of the druchii, salvaging what they can from the ones who are no more? This thought awakes anger in me… the anger stirs my body, yet I am tired… so tired… just relax… just for a little while… I hear the voices of the living again… I try to reach out… somebody takes my hand… then… my hand drops to the floor. My head flops seemingly lifeless on to…? Onto...onto somebody… somebody'slap… but then… then…I see no more.
A/N: (old notes) Hope you like it. Chapter 5 should be good. Hopefully.
I have to say this chapter was a real pain in the um, neck, to write.
Please R+R as usual.
Thanks, HighelfTau.