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The ground was littered with pieces of Scourge. The air still cackled with residual energy of magics used, and there was an ever present scent of blood. The two elves stood in silence.
“I should have let them kill you,” the blonde one grumbled, “It would save me from having to kill you.”
“You could try, Blood Elf, but it would be in vain. While you are a skilled paladin, you are of no match for me.” She shifted forms as if to prove her point.
“Your point has been made, druid. You are nothing but an animal. Both on the battlefield and off.” He waved his hand at the carnage surrounding them. “I’m not going to attempt to kill you this time, but if our paths should ever cross again …” he trailed off, as she once again shifted forms to stand in front of him.
She sighed, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Then you’ll kill me. I understand.” She stared at him, taking his measure slowly. “However, if this is to be good bye,” She grabbed his tabbard and yanked him closer to her. “Then let us not waste time with words.”
The goblin inn keepers shrill voice pierced the air. “You there, nightelf.” His bony green finger pointed directly at her. Tarrina sighed, she knew what he wanted. He had been trying to get her attention for the last month now. Her shoulders slumped forward and she wound her way through the crowd so she was standing at the front desk.
A pile of letters appeared on the desk in front of her. “You have to stop with these letters. They keep coming back, and are taking up valuable space. Space is money friend.”
She nodded her head and tucked a strand of her white hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I’ll just take them to my room.” The words were quiet, and rough as if she wasn’t used to using her voice. She gathered the pile of letters and turned to leave. The goblins hand shot out quickly and grabbed her wrist.
“Not so fast.” The inn keeper slid off the stool and disappeared behind the desk for a second. With a mighty heave he tossed a burlap sac onto the desk and hoisted himself back into his seat.“Whoever you’re writing too, must not want to hear from you, or maybe they are…” his voice trailed off as Tarrina stared at the bag in horror. Every letter she had written had to be there.
She swallowed hard, and willed her eyes to stay dry. Tarrina fished in her pocket for a second and tossed him a couple of gold pieces, before she turned and made her way back to her room.
Tarrina curled up on the dirty floor. Her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them. She squeezed them tighter as another painful shock tore through her body. But still she would not make a sound, no tears escaped. She just lay there, curled up, eyes staring straight ahead.
“Someday ya gon have ta make a noise mon.” the troll growled as he set another shock through her body. “Someday ya gon realize dat nobody be comin’ through here lookin’ ta save ya.” Finally, his mana depleted the troll stopped. “Ya brought this upon ya self nightelf. Ya knew bettah than ta be comin’ ’round here. Ya lucky ol’ Mag found ya first, insteada one’a dose dirty bloodelfs, dey’d as soonas suck ya mana dry as let ya go. Me, I’s just gon have a little fun wid ya first.”
I’ve got the urge to write again. It’s bad though, because what I want to write is not happy. There is no happy ending for the characters I have in mind. It’s a rather dark story. What’s up there, is part of something I started working on awhile ago. I’ve got bits and pieces to a story. But when I put my pen to paper it just comes out jumbled. I’m waiting on a letter, the letter will tell me where this story goes next. I just need to keep checking the mail box.