Prologue
"There is only so much darkness the human race can endure. At some point the shadows will wrap around them and suffocate any light that might have given them reason to hope. Without hope they would begin to die as, one by one, their souls reached out and took the darkness. ~Cush
I never thought Id die a virgin, Elora said to herself as she stood in the dark, damp dungeon. Then again, I also never thought Id be stuck in a dungeon with a bunch of elves and my mom. Her eyes wandered over the room, landing briefly on each member of their little rescue party until they landed on him. Ah yes, now if these other five bystanders werent in the way, I just might not have to die with said virtue intact. Her stomach growled, drawing her mind from her less than innocent thoughts and she pushed away from the wall.
Have I mentioned how hungry I am? Elora asked as she began to pace. Lorsan had thrown them in a cell, after he was done kicking their asses, and there they had been for three days with only the occasional bread and water. The air was thick with humidity and the walls slick with condensation. The tendrils that fell from Eloras messy bun stuck to her neck as sweat trickled down her back.
Only sixteen times, Tamsin answered dryly.
Well apparently it was sixteen times too few because I still do not see any food, she retorted.
Their once hopeful mission to rescue Trik and Cassie had not gone exactly as planned. Now here they weretwo humans and five elvesbattle scarred, ticked off, and hungry awaiting their fate at the hands of a psychotic dark-elf king hell bent on enslaving the human race.
Elora glanced around the dim room, illuminated only by several small windows at the very top of the twenty foot walls, watching the faces of her comrades. She nearly snorted at herself for thinking of them in such terms. But then, she had been in a battle with them and so what else could they be? Lisa sat with her back against the far wall across from the door. Sidhion, aka Sid as she called him; Rincavornon, aka Rin; and Beleg, aka Bel, all three stood leaning against the wall to the left of the door, their eyes constantly roaming the small room. Tamsin sat a few feet from Lisa with his legs drawn up and his arms lying over his knees. Cush was crouched down on the balls of his feet, arms leaning on his knees. He had been sitting like that for hours, motionless, and Elora marveled at his patience. Her legs were cramping up just looking at him, but he didnt seem to be bothered. His eyes stared at the iron door, as if willing it to open by the sheer force of his mind. Elora tried her hardest not to stare at him but finally gave up when she realized she just might die any day now, so why not enjoy the view while she could?
Cush felt a shiver of awareness and knew that her eyes were on him. At first she had been trying to be discreet about it, but now he realized that she wasnt even trying to hide that she was watching him. It wasslightly unnerving, her level of confidence and her unabashed bold behaviorunnerving and sexy as hell. His muscles felt tense as he knelt down, watching the door, waiting for it to open so that he could spring into action. He wasnt concerned that they were captured; he and his brethren had been captured before. They had been outnumbered in battle many times in the past and yet still they lived. But for some reason, this time he felt different, and he had a feeling that it had something to do with the beautiful, dark, mysterious girl whose eyes were trained on him. He finally turned his head slowly until their eyes met. He expected her to look away, to be embarrassed at being caught, but instead she just returned his stare. He held her gaze and her purple eyes seemed to be searching his, asking a silent question. Maybe it was the same question that he had been asking himselfwhy was there this pull between them? What was with the magnetic energy that seemed to be drawing him to her? She finally raised a single brow at him, a silent challenge for him to relent. His jaw tightened as he fought the desire to go to her and to make sure she was well. He gave her a slight nod and then turned back to the door. He willed it to open, needing to fight, needing to get rid of the pent up energy building inside of him, but mostly needing to get as far from Elora as possible.
Elora let out an annoyed sigh and looked away from the warrior who had just blown her off. She didnt know why she cared, didnt know why it mattered to her that he avoided her even in the tiny space where they were all stuffed like five toes shoved into a shoe two sizes too small. Her eyes landed on Tamsin who was giving her an odd look. He seemed to have witnessed the little play-by-play between her and Cush and the small smirk on his face told her that he found it amusing.
What? she snapped.
He shrugged but didnt answer.
So do we have a plan? Lisa spoke up.
Tamsin started to answer, but Cush held up his hand to silence him.
They all tensed suddenly. Those sitting stood slowly and those leaning righted themselves and took steps towards the door.
There was a rustling noise just on the other side and then a thud. The door shuddered and then flew open. The group steeled themselves, waiting with baited breath for the enemy to enter.
Are you guys just going to stand there while we rescue you or are you going to give us a hand with the dozens of dark elves that are sure to be headed our way? Trik stepped into the cell covered in weapons from head to toe, looking every bit the assassin his reputation claimed him to be.
Took you long enough, Tamsin growled, but it was followed by a smile.
Yes well, from what we understood you guys were to be the rescuers, not the resucees. So quit your bellyaching and lets go, Cassie answered as she stepped around Trik.
"There is only so much darkness the human race can endure. At some point the shadows will wrap around them and suffocate any light that might have given them reason to hope. Without hope they would begin to die as, one by one, their souls reached out and took the darkness. ~Cush
I never thought Id die a virgin, Elora said to herself as she stood in the dark, damp dungeon. Then again, I also never thought Id be stuck in a dungeon with a bunch of elves and my mom. Her eyes wandered over the room, landing briefly on each member of their little rescue party until they landed on him. Ah yes, now if these other five bystanders werent in the way, I just might not have to die with said virtue intact. Her stomach growled, drawing her mind from her less than innocent thoughts and she pushed away from the wall.
Have I mentioned how hungry I am? Elora asked as she began to pace. Lorsan had thrown them in a cell, after he was done kicking their asses, and there they had been for three days with only the occasional bread and water. The air was thick with humidity and the walls slick with condensation. The tendrils that fell from Eloras messy bun stuck to her neck as sweat trickled down her back.
Only sixteen times, Tamsin answered dryly.
Well apparently it was sixteen times too few because I still do not see any food, she retorted.
Their once hopeful mission to rescue Trik and Cassie had not gone exactly as planned. Now here they weretwo humans and five elvesbattle scarred, ticked off, and hungry awaiting their fate at the hands of a psychotic dark-elf king hell bent on enslaving the human race.
Elora glanced around the dim room, illuminated only by several small windows at the very top of the twenty foot walls, watching the faces of her comrades. She nearly snorted at herself for thinking of them in such terms. But then, she had been in a battle with them and so what else could they be? Lisa sat with her back against the far wall across from the door. Sidhion, aka Sid as she called him; Rincavornon, aka Rin; and Beleg, aka Bel, all three stood leaning against the wall to the left of the door, their eyes constantly roaming the small room. Tamsin sat a few feet from Lisa with his legs drawn up and his arms lying over his knees. Cush was crouched down on the balls of his feet, arms leaning on his knees. He had been sitting like that for hours, motionless, and Elora marveled at his patience. Her legs were cramping up just looking at him, but he didnt seem to be bothered. His eyes stared at the iron door, as if willing it to open by the sheer force of his mind. Elora tried her hardest not to stare at him but finally gave up when she realized she just might die any day now, so why not enjoy the view while she could?
Cush felt a shiver of awareness and knew that her eyes were on him. At first she had been trying to be discreet about it, but now he realized that she wasnt even trying to hide that she was watching him. It wasslightly unnerving, her level of confidence and her unabashed bold behaviorunnerving and sexy as hell. His muscles felt tense as he knelt down, watching the door, waiting for it to open so that he could spring into action. He wasnt concerned that they were captured; he and his brethren had been captured before. They had been outnumbered in battle many times in the past and yet still they lived. But for some reason, this time he felt different, and he had a feeling that it had something to do with the beautiful, dark, mysterious girl whose eyes were trained on him. He finally turned his head slowly until their eyes met. He expected her to look away, to be embarrassed at being caught, but instead she just returned his stare. He held her gaze and her purple eyes seemed to be searching his, asking a silent question. Maybe it was the same question that he had been asking himselfwhy was there this pull between them? What was with the magnetic energy that seemed to be drawing him to her? She finally raised a single brow at him, a silent challenge for him to relent. His jaw tightened as he fought the desire to go to her and to make sure she was well. He gave her a slight nod and then turned back to the door. He willed it to open, needing to fight, needing to get rid of the pent up energy building inside of him, but mostly needing to get as far from Elora as possible.
Elora let out an annoyed sigh and looked away from the warrior who had just blown her off. She didnt know why she cared, didnt know why it mattered to her that he avoided her even in the tiny space where they were all stuffed like five toes shoved into a shoe two sizes too small. Her eyes landed on Tamsin who was giving her an odd look. He seemed to have witnessed the little play-by-play between her and Cush and the small smirk on his face told her that he found it amusing.
What? she snapped.
He shrugged but didnt answer.
So do we have a plan? Lisa spoke up.
Tamsin started to answer, but Cush held up his hand to silence him.
They all tensed suddenly. Those sitting stood slowly and those leaning righted themselves and took steps towards the door.
There was a rustling noise just on the other side and then a thud. The door shuddered and then flew open. The group steeled themselves, waiting with baited breath for the enemy to enter.
Are you guys just going to stand there while we rescue you or are you going to give us a hand with the dozens of dark elves that are sure to be headed our way? Trik stepped into the cell covered in weapons from head to toe, looking every bit the assassin his reputation claimed him to be.
Took you long enough, Tamsin growled, but it was followed by a smile.
Yes well, from what we understood you guys were to be the rescuers, not the resucees. So quit your bellyaching and lets go, Cassie answered as she stepped around Trik.
