'Black Enamel' - by Dream by poisonelves, literature
Literature
'Black Enamel' - by Dream
Were we hostages for our continued good behavior? I was never sure. But the High Wizard wined and dined us and held us as guests in his home as he recovered. We stayed for several weeks and rarely saw the mage. He was busy organizing the armies and conversing with the heads of the other six Steps and was in Council meetings until very late at night. He was also recovering from saving my life. To make a really long and confusing story short I was in Fell Keep spying, escaped and Sethmoth- who is a very large dragon with an anger management problem- followed me to First Step and basically tried to kill everybody when Mogre-Ur tried to stop him.
'Faeries Wear Boots' -By Dream by poisonelves, literature
Literature
'Faeries Wear Boots' -By Dream
Once Upon a Time in a land not so far away lived a young elf named Ash.
Now Ash was an albino and she came from a very old family noted for several different occupations.
Ash was an assassin, daughter of thieves...
She lived in a city that wa…
Forget that fairy tale bullshit. Lemme tell you a real Faerie tale…
My name is Ashtiroth and I am an elf and I am an albino. But I'm more then that…
I was living in the city of Mandratha when this all began. Sure I'd heard all the rumors about the 'creeping darkness', the 'upcoming war against the Dark trolls' 'Goblins moving south, dragons flying in the north' blah blah blah.
Problem is- it's a
'Trench Coat Mafia' by Dream by poisonelves, literature
Literature
'Trench Coat Mafia' by Dream
The young albino elf stared out over the rooftops not seeing them, her mind a thousand miles away. "How is he, Lirilith?" I asked absently as I stirred and stretched and slid off the window seat.
The black haired Elvin healer looked up from her charge. "He's still asleep- just like he has been for the last five months." She sighed and stood. "Look Ash-He's in a coma. You know he might not wake up. - And if he does there's a good chance he's not going to be the person he once was. He shouldn't have lived- the injuries he had..."
"I know. I know. We've been over this for what, once a week for the last five months?" I leaned over and straig
A voice from the darkness- whispering softly...
A name? His?
'Morachi...'
He lay curled on the floor of what was once a great hall. Past caring about the pain in his knees... the infection....
'Morachi....!'
Again it came- more insistent this time.
Some...thing flickered on the edge of his vision. Glimmering in the shadows.. He moaned and hid his face.
She stepped forward cautiously... dressed in gossamer silks and as pale as the Albino before her... perfect. Beautiful. She stood over him feeling as much pity as her kind could.
Bending, she touched his shoulder. He, flinching, stared up at her.
Rational thought came slowly to th
Of course, when something is affecting this young broken woman, she turns to those who shield her. The people in her head.
This time, it was no different, yet it was. what a contradiction. You see, unlike a personal health or angst related catharsis, this time the shilds banded together to defend her from the emotional strain her hero endures.
One of her Gods lay on his back, broken and oozing. He is one of her insperations. . .and he's hurting in ways she herself has hurt.
And there is nothing she can do.
And so, they banded together, all those of pointed ears and slight builds. Protagonist, antagonist, it did not matter. Different as n