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White snow crunched under both their feet as Desiree and Eric walked hand in hand through the frozen forest behind the village where their clan resided.

Desiree tucked a strand of her long dark hair behind her pointed ear and looked over with dark green eyes at Eric, her betrothed. As soon as she and Eric had been born, their marriage had been arranged. Desiree wasn't bitter though. Eric and she had fallen into a sweet love. "What do you think will happen to us?"

He gave her a quizzical glance. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Well, everyone knows that High Elf Melrick (She wasn't allowed to call him father) has gone gone to challenge the White Witch and redeem Narnia." She looked out at the bare trees. "Will Narnia be saved?"

Eric stopped walking and pursed his lips. He looked at her a moment with the familiar but beautiful blue eyes as a breeze blew his light brown hair. "Aslan is said to return and help Narnia. Two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will rule."

"And?"

"Aslan hasn't come back. The time to fight for Narnia's freedom has not yet come. I believe..."

"Keep going!"

"I don't think High Elf Melrick is coming back. He will only anger the Witch. Who is to know what she will do now?"

Desiree sighed and looked down at her hands. Her father had acted upon impulse, not rational decision.

Eric looked down at her with a loving sad smile. "We'll be okay, Desiree." He took her hand and stroked her cheek with his fingers. He pulled her close and planted a short sweet kiss on her lips. Desiree closed her eyes and smiled.

It was then that a long, piercing scream echoed through the woods. Desiree clutched Eric's arm as they both spun around back towards the village. Smoke rose into the air over the tops of the trees.

"Eric is that..."

Eric nodded. "Its the village." Another scream ripped through the air. It was long, agonized, and drawn out. "Come on." And he sprinted off with Desiree close behind him. Their speed was incomparable. It was faster than the fastest horse, as graceful as the daintiest deer. Quickly they reached the forest's edge where they could see the village where their clan lived.

Desiree froze, eyes wide, lips parting in a scream that never came. She grabbed the nearest tree as she steadied herself, a whimper escaping her. Eric, one step ahead of her, glanced back and swallowed hard. Trying to look away but unable to, Desiree turned back to the village.

Flames engulfed every humble home. Most were empty... the anguished scream of a small child from the nearest home told her that some were not. Little elf children littered the streets as they cried for their mothers. Mothers called for their children and when finding them, sweeping them up into their arms and trying to escape the village. Desiree was confused. What were they running from? Men, husbands, and brothers reached for their swords. What were they planning to fight?

A battle cry rang out on the far side of the town and Desiree turned her head. Then she saw them. An assortment of about thirty or forty creatures entered the village. Another group entered from the other side, blocking the escape of the women and children. They were the Queens followers, Desiree realized.

Something had gone wrong with Melrick at the Queen's castle. Her father must have fallen...

Eric drew his sword. "Desiree, I have to help the other men. Stay here out of sight." He stepped forward.

Desiree grabbed his arm. "Eric..."

He pulled away gently.

"I can't lose you."

"You won't." He stepped out of the trees. "I promise." He turned away from her and took a few long strides. He slumped to the ground with a moan.

"Eric!" She cried and left her safe place in the forest. "Eric!" Desiree ran to him, kneeling next to his injured body. "No..."

An arrow pierced his chest directly through the heart. His breathing was uneven and quick. His tiring eyes began to droop. Desiree ran her fingers through his brown curls, a tear slipping down her cheek. Her other hand gripped his, squeezing it tightly. If only it wasn't a fatal wound. I or any other elf could've healed him!

"Desiree..." Her name was hardly a whisper between his lips.

Suddenly rough hands grabbed her arms and yanked her to her feet. She kicked and struggled but it was no use against the enormous orge that dragged her towards the center of the village, away from Eric.

"Eric! She screamed, throwing herself towards him, but the orge held fast. "Let me go! Take me back!" Her scream filled the air. "Eric!" She cried. Her cries were of no use. She was dragged to the village where the surviving elves stood, Very few were men. Most had fallen trying to defend their wives and children. Desiree was tossed effortlessly into the clustered group where she fell to the snow on her side. A fellow elf helped her to her feet.

She stood and wiped the snow off her dress. "Thank you Jasmer."

He nodded.

"Desiree!"

Her mother's voice calling her name awakened a sense of comfort. Desiree turned to see her mother push through the crowd and reach her with open arms. She embraced her.

Desiree began to sob. "Mother- he- Eric- he's.."

"I know, I know." Her mother stroked her hair.

"We are the last of the royal elves..."

Her mother, Tyrinia, took a deep breath. "We'll be okay. We'll be okay."

All around them, pressing on all sides was their clan. All were talking trying to comfort those who could not be calmed. Everyone was silenced by the bellow of a minatour.

A large grey wolf stepped in front of them. "As of three days ago, one of your kind challenged the queen. All elves are now held held responsible for conspiring against the Queen of Narnia. Any who resist will be killed immediately." He growled. "As we speak, other clans like yours are being gathered. All of you are being taken as prisoners to the palace."

Desiree looked around at all the frightened faces surrounding her. A young boy, about eleven, stepped forward. "The White Witch is no Queen! She's a murderer and a-" He fell to the ground, brought down by an arrow.

She closed her eyes. Prisoners didn't live long under the Queen's rule.

"March!" A large orge yelled and a commotion of gasps of surprise began as the group was shoved forward.

Desiree managed on last look back at Eric's body as his head slumped to the side. "Good bye Eric." She whispered softly. Tears streamed down her face. "I may be joining you sooner than you know." Tyrinia put an arm around her daughter's shoulders and pulled her close, tears streaming down her own cheeks.

Desiree walked onward, leaving behind everything she knew.

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