It was a lovely warm day for the girls. Azalia squealed happily as she ran to the water as they took to their favorite private cove. As the water came rushing towards the child’s feet, she squealed and ran back towards her mother. The high elf smiled fondly as she brushes the child’s hair. “Oh my sweet Azalia.” Her voice filled with adoration as she touched the child’s golden head. The young girl ran back off to play as another pulled her into a hug.
“My beautiful Valley.” A larger high elven woman spoke tenderly into her ear. Valadhiel turned and allowed her rose colored lips to raise into a small smile. Barefeet walked along the sand as the two women kept their eyes on the young girl. It was not long before the young girl was too far for Valadhiel to even see her. Her body stiffened in fear as she let go of the older high elf. “It’s alright Valley, I can still see her. Would you like me to go get her?” Valadhiel nodded and the woman was soon off chasing the child.
The ocean’s cool air played across her golden cheek as she closed her eyes. She could hear the laughing and giggling of the two not far off. Her eyes opened and she turned towards them, ready to catch up when someone grabbed her arm. His crimson eyes sent shivers up her spine as he pulled her close. “Ah, my sweet Val.” Rizen purred, his lips tilting into a cruel smile as he pulled her close.
Valadhiel pulled from his grip, her spine tingling with fear and apprehension. She tried to run towards where Azalia had run to, only to feel him grip tighter on her arm. His fingers bruising the tender flesh, maring her skin. A cry escaped her only a moment before he had her once more pressed to his form. “Now, now, my sweet Valadhiel,” his voice dripping venom as his dark fingers caressed her cheek. “You have become such a sore sight for my queen. Azalia will be happier with us.”
She pulled away, trying to call for help, only to have the call cut off by his dark digits. She grasped at his hand, trying to pull it from her throat. Slowly they tightened, causing her to wheeze weakly. Her pale eyes closing in pain and panic as slowly her airflow was cut off. His dark lips pressed against her air starved mouth, feeling her body tremble against his. “My sweet Valadhiel.” He felt her nails carve into his flesh. The pain causing him to tighten his hold on her.
As her body stilled slowly against him, he withdrew enough to look into her lidded eyes. “Only five minutes of pain.” he reminded her, feeling her hands drop to the sides. “Only five minutes. It has already been one.” Her lips were already a deep purple as he pulled her into another deep kiss, sealing her already restricted airway. He felt her suddenly jerk and pulled from his grasp. Looking towards the cause, he saw a woman standing angrily behind Valadhiel, her eyes turning to a near emerald flame as they glowed furiously.
Vines pulled the unconscious woman from his grasp and held her safely in the nearby trees. He hardly had time to draw his sword when Kyral attacked. He stumbled back as she landed a powerful punch against his cheek. The sword slicing her dress open along the side, exposing a thickened barrier of bark covering the upper body from most strikes, before the sword dropped to the ground. Kyral continued her assault, blow after blow as he retreated from her attacks. “What are you, witch?” he asked mortified as she attacked once more, Kyral said nothing, anger had taken over the woman.
The crashing of waves on rocks diverted his attention to the cliffside. Backed into a corner by the enraged Drui, he was unable to flee. Within seconds the pale elfess' hand went to grab for Rizen's collar, the loss of ground underneath him, his perspective changing from being on the cliffside to dangling there helplessly. With the kick of his feet he tried to get Kyral to retreat back, Kyral didn't budge from the flurry of kicks, and didn't give in to any of his pleas for freedom. With a final breath, she simply said, "Your life has no purpose, you shall die and serve the realm, dead." before flinging him like discarded trash. The body crashing upon the stony bottomed waves, his head hitting the rocks with a thud. Kyral only stood to watch for a few moments to ensure the deed was done, before quickly retreating to where Kyral had left Valadhiel.
Valadhiel lay unmoving in the vines, still held protectively under the woven shell of plant life. The younger elf was breathing weakly, her cheek pet by the young half ker child. “Is haelun dead?” asked Azalia, looking mournfully up at Kyral. Slowly shaking her head, Kyral picked up Valadhiel and took Azalia’s hand. “No Azalia.” Her voice hoarse and fearful. “But we have to make sure she is well rested. Can you help me take care of her?” The child nodded and traveled closely to Kyral’s side as they returned to their grove.