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The year was 1873and a small gathering of people had already gathered in the town of Salavari. |
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A cold, foggy morning greeted the crowd of Salavari Elves who were doing nothing more than their normal early morning chores that fateful day in 1873. The ground was as unyielding in it's stoic nature as were the people that tramped across it day after day ... ect" |
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It was a warm sunny day in the year of 1873 and the elves of Salavari had already joined together for the annual festival of the ages. Many young and old elves where talking amongst themselves, as well as some randomly speaking to everyone in the area. In a little shack off the edge of the town a small young elf was huddled all by herself a lone shard in her hands being flipped back and forth through her fingers. Every few moments the sun would glint in through the fabric of the window and send tiny slivers of light glimmering through the shard. All sorts of footsteps could be heard outside the shack, but inside it was so quiet one could even hear the whistle on the wind as it made its way through the broken windows. The shard that the child had held in her hand had once belonged to thePrincess, Although there had not been a princess in these parts for twenty some years now. A cruel fate had befallen the young princess, and she was sentenced out of her village, as well as told never to return to this place she had been raised in since childhood. A smile curved the child's lips as she stood up, peering around herself to make sure she was alone before letting her hand clasp around the shard tightly. Once the shard was hidden from all sight she slid it into her pocket, where she hoped it would remain hidden until she return to her small tent across the town. At her current age she could easily slip by all of the other elves in the city, Her body moving effortlessly beneath her as she raced through the city. The entire festival would be overlooked, as treasure had been found and needed to be placed in her sacred chest. Many people knew that the child was a carefree spirit, that she often did things on her own and didn't enjoy the company of others. It was this that helped her to move more easily, up until she ran into a particularly large male her face smacking into his upper legs as she bumped him and sending her tumbling to the ground beneath herself. |
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In a little shack off the edge of the town a small young elf was huddled all by herself |
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A smile curved the child's lips as she stood up |
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It was this that helped her to move more easily, up until she ran into a particularly large male her face smacking into his upper legs as she bumped him and sending her tumbling to the ground beneath herself. |
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Little was not shown about the child's dislike for being treated in such a manner, But she did take the hand up that he had offered to her. |
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Aisha not one to let things go leaped from the bed and approached her father, Taking a hand into hers she looked up at her father. |
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The soldier clad in a green uniform and hat kept growing closer to the girl, speaking in native tongue quickly as he moved in closer. |
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With a hobble she was able to continue running, her speed was greatly reduced however as she couldn't put too much pressure on that ankle. |
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With these injuries hurting her she stumbled behind a patch of ferns, crawling beneath them and shrinking her body to itself so that she could get hidden inside of the ferns. |
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Small eyes had indeed caught sight of the small girl, but for now the woman remained hidden as she watched the girl. As the girl grew closer the figure leapt up and into the trees, a small giggle escaping the lips of the cloaked woman as she sat back on a branch above the child. |
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Backing into what she thought was a tree she began shivering, only to scream once more as a large hand curled around her lips. The hands that muffled her scream where accompanied by the woman from the tree, laughter now escaping her lips as she spoke in a whisper into Aisha's ears, "Dear child, Don't you know that curiosity killed the kitten?" Another laugh escaped her lips as she held the girl to her with a steel grip, turning her to face her as she spoke again, "You should have just left this place, this is not the place for a girl as pretty as yourself." A ivory white hand was running over the girls skin now as a set of red eyes roamed the child's face. Standing and letting Aisha over look her, it became apparent that this was not your average human. Long teeth sank down past her lower lip, a tongue flicking out to lick the blood from it as she watched herself being gazed upon. |
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