Authors note
I apologize for my long absence I have been busy with school and I'll try to start getting regular updates going again so please read and review all comments are welcomed so enjoy this chapter
Chapter 14 Vrael POV
The night was cool and in the distance the sounds of a owl hooting as Vrael leaned against his tree in the dreamlike state all elves used to sleep. Across the small clearing from him Wolfia laid next to the fire in the same state as himself and Willis slept soundly by another tree. The night was calm and peaceful as the moon continued to climb through the sky. Dreams of peacefully living among the Riders played through his mind when a sharp noise a few yards away caused him to open his eyes suddenly. Being careful to not move as to give away that he was awake he laid still to see if he could hear anything else. After a few minutes he was satisfied that he had imagined it when suddenly a whistling noise split the night as well as a cry of pain when the arrow hit the sleeping body of Willis. Jumping to his feet with Edoc'sil flying into his hands he barely managed to block a blow from a screaming human wielding a wicked sword. With a quick slash he cut the man down before tuning to fight two elves who had attempted to stab him in the back when he noticed Wolfia fleeing into the trees as Willis was surrounded by three humans wielding axes. Deflecting one blow away from himself and spinning away from the seconds blow Vrael fought desperately against two elves who far outmatched him. Rolling away from them he quickly cast a spell to shoot a rock from the ground to his right flying towards one of the elves barely noticing his energy drop. Then he felt a sharp pain in his side as another elf had shot a arrow and hit him in the ribs. Vrael knew he was doomed if he stayed but he loathed to leave his friend behind. Turning he saw Willis deflect one axe blow away before stabbing one of his opponents before he collapsed as numerous blows where landed on his back. Upon seeing this Vrael turned and ran. He drew every bit of his energy and used it to run as fast as he could. He ran and ran for hours on end.
Time skip 4 days
The days had melted into one another since the ambush. He'd been harried every step of the way. He'd managed to stop the bleeding from his wounds in side from arrows but exhaustion was catching up to him. His thoughts were muddled and he no longer had the strength to run. Vrael still had no idea how the attackers had broken through the wards around camp but they had and now here he was. He had left the forest two days ago. Vraels concession had also plagued him every second of that last four days for not trying to save his friend but he had pushed on. Now as he approached a clearing he noticed a small village laying next to a river. This was as far as his mind registered before it went blank.
Time skip next day.
When his eyes opened Vrael saw a straw roof above his head and felt more than saw that his wounds had been patched up. Straining his cramped muscles he managed to sit up partially before a man rushed into the room. He was older and looked like he had spent his life working hard. As the man reached him he stuck out his hand and said "Slow down you fool. You should be dead as it is and after spending eight hours healing you you are not going to hurry and get yourself killed right away." Ignoring the mans advice Vrael spun his legs over the edge and leaned forward onto his knees before replying "who are you and where am I?" The old man sighed and replied "I am known as Loric. I'm the village elder of this peaceful village. I'm also aware that you are taking part in the Trials of the Argetlam." Confusion crossed the young half elf's face when there was a scream from outside. Groaning as he did so Vrael stood upright and drew Edoc'sil from it's sheath with a ringing noise. Drawing energy from it's gem he walked outside. It was chaos. There were bodies sprawled across the ground and the remaining villagers where kneeling before a group of heavily armed humans. Guarding the exits was another group of humans but upon the roofs of the houses stood elves with their bows at full draw. Standing in the lead of the humans stood a tall proud looking elf wielding a purple Riders sword. The elf smirked when he saw Vrael before he said "Ah here is the boy we have come for! Men do not engage this whelp he's mine." Laughter spread thought the groups quickly. Then in a flash the elf charged. Vrael sidestepped the first blow before launching his own. Drawing on the last reserves of his energy from Edoc'sils hilt Vrael rolled back away from his foes rapid attack before he yelled "Thyrsta!" Vrael staggered at the massive drop in his energy levels while the elf simply smirked before advancing. Swallowing his nervousness and fear quickly Vrael brandished Edoc'sil and charged with a roar at the elf in front of him. Their swords crashed and screeched as the two fighters strove to overpower the other. Cheers erupted from the villagers when Vraels golden blade landed a blow on the elf's hip but that enjoyment was soon cut short at the sight of a purple blade appearing through the half elf's shoulder dropping him to his knees. Vrael looked up into the face of his opponent and with tears falling from his eyes he felt Edoc'sil fall from his hand as the blade slid home in his chest and all went dark.