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With that, I spun on my heel and started for my room. After a few seconds, I heard footsteps hurrying after me. I already knew who it was.

'Don't think you can stop me, Artie, 'cuz you can't!', I snarled, kicking the door to my room open and heading for my closet.

I still hadn't told him what I have in the suitcase.

'I'm not planning to stop you, Lancelot crossed the line. I'm just worried that you'll lose', he said from behind me. 'And how are you gonna get a sword?'

Wordlessly, I pulled my suitcase out and placed it on the bed.

'I'm not gonna lose', I stated, unbuckling the metal buckles and opening the lid.

As I lifted my sword and its belt out, I heard Artie gasp from beside me. I buckled the belt across my chest and buckled the sword in place on my back. Artie didn't say anything, he only gawked at my sword. Silently, I walked out of my room with Artie hot on my heels.

After a few minutes, we got to the field where Lancelot was already waiting.

'Finally! I thought you'd never show up', he mocked, drawing his sword.

'You wish I never showed up', I whispered, drawing my own sword and getting into position.

'Good luck', Artie whispered before scampering off into the sidelines.

It turns out most of the school turned up for this, including the teachers. I took a moment to push my anger down and replace it with cold concentration. With a battle yell, Lancelot charged, sword raised. I raised my sword to stop his, sparks flying off as metal met metal. I almost laughed at Lancelot's astonished expression as I twirled and slashed at his unprotected side. He barely managed to stop my strike in time.

Artie

I watched in awe as my best friend held her own against one of my worst enemies. Eva was right when she said that she won't lose!

As the fight continued, I watched Eva push Lancelot back, step by step. Damn, I can see the look of panic and fear on Lancelot's face! Eva's eyes held a cold confidence and concentration, mixed with another emotion, one that she was struggling to hold back. Eva's strikes were a lot quicker and powerful than Lancelot's. I could see Lancelot's arm tremble every time he parried one of Eva's powerful slashes. My eyes stayed on Lancelot for a bit longer before moving to Eva. She looked like an ancient war goddess, with her blue-black hair swirling around her and the burning in her violet eyes. As she ducked one of Lancelot's swings, that hidden emotion won out and filled her eyes, making them turn darker and added more ferocity to her swings. Eva twisted around and slashed at Lancelot's leg, both tearing the cloth and leaving a long cut in the skin. He yelled in pain, and Eva took the opportunity to knock Lancelot's sword out of his hand with a powerful swing. Only when Eva raised her sword for another strike that I realized that she was intending to kill Lancelot! He saw this and rolled out of the way of her swing.

I rushed out onto the field and tried to restrain Eva as Lancelot tried to get back onto his feet. She struggled in my grasp, but dropped her sword and slumped over, panting hard. When she lifted her head, I saw that her eyes were her normal violet, instead of dark purple.

'What happened?', she asked.

'What do you mean? You were the one who was fighting', I stated, hearing the confusion in my voice.

'I dunno. I mean, the last thing I remember was dodging one of Lancelot's swings and then...nothing', she whispered, her eyebrows furrowing in thought.

'You!', Lancelot yelled, causing both of us to lift our heads. 'You tried to kill me!'

Her eyebrows furrowed more as she asked, 'I did?'

Before Lancelot could make a comment, I said, 'I'll take her back to her room, she's tired and she can't think clearly.'

With that, I picked her up, ignoring her protests, retrieved her sword off the ground, and headed back for the school.

'Artie, put me down! I can walk on my own', Eva protested weakly as we were walking through the halls to our hallway.

I only lifted my eyebrow and she fell silent. After fumbling with the doorknob to her room, I kicked the door open and gently set her on the bed.

'You are going to stay here and rest. I'll bring some food up in about an hour, but you are going to stay in here until then', I stated sternly, leaving no room for protest.

She nodded weakly and started to fumble with the sword belt around her chest. With a tired growl, her hands flopped down to her sides.

'Can you take this off of me?', she asked, gesturing to the belt.

I glanced at the belt buckle and felt blood rush up to my cheeks. The gleaming silver buckle was located right between her breasts.

I guess she sensed my hesitation because she said, 'Oh, I'm not gonna slice your head off you shoulders once you take it off'.

Still a bit unsure, I quickly unbuckled the belt and slid it out from under her.

A small blush colored her cheeks as she whispered, 'Thanks', and closed her eyes.

I put the belt and her sword back into her suitcase and put that back into her closet, stuffing it in the darkest corner in there. After glancing back at Eva's sleeping form, I quietly exited her room and made my way to the library.

The librarian smiled at me and said, 'I knew you would come sooner or later. Here's a book about the Forest Elves'.

She handed me a thick, dusty book that had a strange language written on the front.

'Oh, that only means "Book of the Forest Elves". This is the translated version of the original book', the librarian stated, seeing my confused expression.

I nodded and headed for a table, flipping the book open once I sat down. Lets see, history, appearance, talents, ah, behaviors; page 460-465. I flipped the book open to the page and started reading.

'The Forest Elves had many emotions and behaviors, like humans. Most elves don't eat meat, except in very urgent circumstances. The elves were known for their airy presence and mood swings. An elf is rarely outwardly cruel and savage to others, unless faced with a traumatizing and brutal past. When angered, an elf often has to restrain their temper, otherwise they will attack. In battle, an elf's skills are unmatched. A shift into a state of mind that the individual can't control their body in battle, they call Dreyrgjarn*, or Blood lust, and is extremely rare for an elf to posses. It is characterized by the darkening of the elf's eyes, their attacks are more viscous, attempting to kill the opponent, loss of memory from that point to when they 'snap' out of it, and extreme fatigue afterwords. It is a very rare condition that one's chance of being born with it is 1 in 1,000,000. It is very dangerous to handle an elf that is in Dreyrgjarn. Very few see the effects of Dreyrgjarn and live to tell about it.'

I closed the book and sat back in my seat. Well, this explains a lot of the unusual behaviors Eva has, including her hatred of meat. Well, Lancelot owes me his life. If I hadn't stopped Eva, she would've killed him while under the influence of Dreyrgjarn.

Glancing at the clock, I was shocked to see I had been reading for almost an hour. Screw drama class!

I jumped up and handed the book back to the librarian with a hurried, 'Thank you', and rushed down to the kitchens, where I pilfered a salad and two cupcakes; she's gonna need the sugar.

Rushing back to Eva's room, I quietly entered and sat down at her desk. I glanced down at the scattered pieces of parchment and saw a few ink drawings among them. Carefully picking one up, I saw it was a picture of Eva and I sitting under our favorite tree, laughing. I smiled at the tender feeling she managed to create in the picture.

A small groan brought me to my senses. Turning my head, I saw Eva slowly sit up and stretch her limbs. For some weird reason, my heart fluttered at the sight.

'Ugh, how long was I out?', she asked groggily, gazing at me with sleep-glazed eyes.

'Oh, only about an hour. Here', I said, passing the salad and a fork to her. 'Food'

She took it gratefully and dug into it, wolfing down the various pieces of vegetables in the bowl. After a few minutes, she passed the bowl back and looked around for more. Chuckling softly, I passed her a chocolate cupcake while I got the other one. She ate it eagerly while I made mine last for awhile.

'So, tell me what the hell happened to me during the fight'. She stated, making herself comfortable in her bed.

I took a deep breath and started to tell her about the fight, blow by blow, from the point where Dreyrgjarn took control to the point where I had to interfere. With each passing second, her eyes got bigger and bigger.

Once I was done talking, she stated, 'Well, at least Lancelot got what was coming to him. Now he's got a reminder to never piss me off.'

I laughed at that comment.

'Yep, now he'll never bother us again!', I stated playfully, drawing a tired smile out of Eva.

She glanced at the clock and her eyes got bigger.

'Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry for making you ditch your drama class!', she exclaimed.

I only waved a hand dismissively, saying, 'Ah, it's no biggie. You come before any damn class'.

She smiled gratefully and tried to hide a yawn.

'Ah, I should leave; you need more rest. You're lucky today's Friday', I stated, standing and heading for the door.

'Goodnight Artie', she murmured, causing me to look back, smile and whisper, 'Goodnight Eva'.

* Dreyrgjarn- eager for blood, bloodthirsty (Old Norse)