Ok, this is all that I have written of my novel. I figured I’d write up a page. ^_^
§ ‹ Chapter one › §
I climb out of my window. I am never coming back to this accursed place again. If I do, I shall be killed by the Elves, the same ones who killed my parents. I have nothing holding me to this place. I have all my personal belongings in the deer hide bag that my mom gave me– I shake my head. No, I must not think about her. The only thing, or rather things, holding me to this place are the spirits of my Faerie parents who were just killed brutally in front of my face.
I decide to fly to my best friend’s house. Marie will know what to do, and I can warn her in case the Elves go after her, too.
* * *
I climb up a vine to get to Marie’s high window to take a look. Silence fills the empty halls. There are no lights on and it’s only 6 o’clock at night. They should be at the dining room table having supper. Marie is not there. Kristen isn’t either. Even when I am over at her house, Mr. and Mrs. Brown are always fighting over tiny things and you can hear them across the house at any hour, but now it is silent.
Did the Elves get them, too? I climb back down and knock in their front door. The door creeks open. It was unlocked. In the inside of the knob are Marie’s house keys. Wow, did they go out and forget to lock up? No, Marie specifically told me that they were having a quiet dinner tonight and that I would be able to call to tell her about my date last night!
I walk inside. “Hello? Marie? Kristen? Mr. and Mrs. Brown? Anybody?” My Faerie voice echoes on the high walls and ceilings.
‘Arf! Arf! Arf!’ Sandie, Marie’s dog, is still home, I guess. ‘Arf! Arf! Pant, pant, pant.’ Sandie runs at me and jumps onto my chest, nearly knocking me over.
‘Where are they, boy?’ I run my fingers through Sandie’s thick fur. He whimpers in reply. I push him off me. Gosh, is he big.
‘Eva? Is…is that you?’ Marie whispers. She comes out from under the stairs. ‘Eva! Did your parents tell you?’
Only hours before they were viciously murdered, my parents told me about a Majikal Scroll in the heart of the land of Faerielands. Our lands are all surrounding the heart, which is composed of the Majikal palace of the High Council. The High Council is the most esteemed creatures in all of Faerie. There are Trolls, Faeries, Gnomes, and Elves.
‘Yes, they told me. But I fear it was the death of them! These elves came and, when my parents wouldn’t tell the Elves what they knew, they were murdered!”
‘Oh, Eva! I am so sorry… they killed my parents too, I guess we are the only family we have left.’ Marie started to cry.
‘Well, we can’t sit here crying about it; we have to save ourselves. Quick, lock the windows and doors.’ I reach behind me and lock her front door.
Marie looks up. Way up. ‘Uh, Eva? I think it’s a little too late for that.’ I look where she is looking. ELVES!
* * *
‘I don’t have the Scroll, if that’s what you’re after,’ I say immediately. ‘And neither does Marie.’
‘We’re not looking for the stupid Scroll,’ the nearest one drawls. ‘We’re looking for the two of you. The High Council wants to talk to you. You’re Marie Brown and Evangeline Santur, am I correct?’
‘What’s it to you?’ Marie demands.
‘Your families refused to give you up, so we had to kill them.’ He coughs and then he continues. ‘Don’t make this difficult for us. The High Council doesn’t like to talk to dead people.’
‘Grrrrrrrrrrrr!’ growls Sandie. He gets on the Elf’s chest.
‘No, boy! Down!’ I shout. He gets down, albeit reluctantly. ‘But why do they need us? What use are we to them?’
‘Damned if I know,’ Says another Elf.
‘You have unheard of Majikal talent,’ the nearest Elf says while glaring at the other one. ‘The High Council has a… quest of sorts for you.’ He chuckles. ‘By the way, I am Sangul. This here,’ he pointed at the other Elf, who had spoken, ‘is Sali, and this,’ he pointed at the one who hadn’t said a word yet, ‘is Muren. Treat us with respect and we won’t be dragging your dead bodies in to see the High Council.’
Sangul was very tall and had jet black hair that was cut across his face so that I could only see half of it. He was wearing the traditional Elf dress, forest green jacket over brown pants with many pockets, out of which many knifes flashed. He was also wearing the traditional Elvin shoes with the curve at the toe. He looked to be about 25 years old.
Sali was nearly as tall as Sangul and had a thin mustache below his long nose and the beginning of a goatee sprouting out of his pointed chin. He had sharp features and blonde-brown hair. He had olive skin and long fingers which were clutching the scythe at his girdle. He looked to be about 20.
Muren was the only kind looking one of the trio. He was as tall as Sangul, even blonder than Sali, and almost translucent skin. He was wearing a black cloak that made him look even paler. Underneath, he had a brown vest and green pants with the traditional shoes. He had a sword hanging from his girdle. He was also wearing an apologetic look on his face. He looked our age.
‘I am sorry that we had to kill your parents. I hear that they were the nicest and most generous families in all of Faerielands and –‘ Muren was cut off by Sangul who, as I was starting to realize, was the leader of the trio.
‘There will be enough time for chit-chat in the carriage on the way to the High Council. Maybe you would like to share a carriage with them?’ Sangul croons to Muren. Muren seems to consider this, and then Sali elbows him.
