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Chapter Two: The Things of all good Tales
Daila had gone into the woods in tears and depressed. Now she was trying just to find panicking and upset because she had been wandering for so long she didn't even know which way home was now. She wouldn't have been surprised if a big person (or human) found her and told her she was almost to Bree. Although she was no where close to Bree.
What made it so hard was her lack of sight. It was very dark out, with a sliver of a moon and hardly any stars at all! She had fallen and scuffed up her knee pretty well and was sure she had mud on her pretty yellow dress. Now she was kicking herself for doing such a childish thing as run away. All she wanted to see was home even if they had burned all her pictures and books of elves she just wanted to be home.
The mud was cold against her skin as it started to harden. She was very upset and began blaming her brother now instead of herself.
"If he would have just left me alone to believe what I wanted to believe none of this would have happened! I bet he isn't even looking for me. He is probably just sitting by the nice warm fire, enjoying the fact I'm not there." She had started speaking out loud just to fill the night with sound. It started with her mumbling to herself, but then she grew into shouting and yelling. She didn't know if it was because she was scared, tired, or actually angry. She had been going on and on getting louder and louder till what she estimated was around one in the morning.
" There not real!" she said quoting her brother, "And even if they were real they are mean, cold creatures that care nothing for the other races of this world!" she was being very loud, "Its all just childish fairy tales, these elves! Nothing more! That's all they are is dumb, pointless, childish drea-"
She would have finished her sentence had she not had heard something big breath not to far from her. It sounded almost as if it was a bear breathing. She stopped frozen in her steps. She couldn't see where it was, and she hopped that meant it couldn't see her. But she knew that even if it couldn't see her, it could probably smell her. She heard it begin to walk closer to her. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run but she knew that was a bad idea. The only thing she could think to do as the sound got closer was crouch where she was, hold her breath, and squeeze her eyes shut and hope this was all a dream.
But the sound, most likely not a bear probably bigger, continued to get closer and closer to her. She knew she wouldn't last very long against a big creature seeing as she was only just gracing 3'4. She began to feel the creatures breath as it came even closer. It almost feel like she would be pushed down by it just breathing. She thought it was all over, so she opened her eyes to see what it was that was going to kill her. When she did she did not expect the sight she saw.
Big large teeth were in-front of her, with drool and a little blood seeping in between them. When she looked up even farther she saw two small eyes so full of hate looking back her. It was huge…far bigger than a bear. Its fur was deranged and she could only guess that it was one thing. A Warg. A animal she had read about in her books. Hateful, and bread for one purpose, killing.
It began to open its mouth. Daila closed her eyes again, she didn't want to see, she just hopped it would be painless. Then she heard an arrow release and a sharp cry of what she assumed to be the Warg. Then she heard a loud thump as if something had collapsed on the ground. She slowly opened her eyes to see what she expected, a dead Warg with an arrow sticking out of its throat. She sighed in relief that the immediate danger but then it hit her that she didn't know who had sent the arrow…
Faster than she thought she even could she shot up and ran. She didn't know where she was running she just knew she might be able to better out run this than the Warg. She still couldn't see where she was going so it didn't take very long for her to fall on her face and not get up. She didn't hear anything except her own breathing.
She went to get up but a hand on her back stopped her. When she felt it she gasped.
"Dina!" a soft voice said behind her. She stopped moving and waited. She turned her head to see a faint glow outlining a figure of a person, that still had a hand on her back. She was about to ask who it was when she heard crunching of twigs surrounding them. It sounded exactly like the Warg but times four. She held her breath again.
Then she saw the person next to her stand and pull on what sounded like a bow, and seconds later she heard arrows released into the air. She heard them hit their targets. Some of them would cry, other didn't have the chance to. But all fell, and there was no more sounds.
Daila rolled over on her back and looked a long way up to see the face of the person who had saved her life. The person…she was very tall and gave off the slightest glow so Daila could see her features. She was pale, with slightly pink cheeks. Her hair was long and blonde, to the point it could be mistaken for white. She was wearing a light blue shirt with a brown vest and black pants. She had beautiful leather boots and a dark green cape. And she was tall…very very tall.
"Ha!" The woman said, "Amin nowe ron n'kelaya." Then the woman turned to her and crouched to get to her leavel.
"We anta amin tu?" the woman said to her, but Daila was clueless as to what she was saying.
When seeing the looking of horror mixed with confusion on Daila's face the woman smirked and said "Are you okay?"
"Umm..yes…I think…" Daila replied. "Who are you?" Daila asked.
The woman's face grew cold and the smile left. "I am the fictional, cold, mean, fairy tale." She said as she stood. Daila was very confused and again didn't understand what she meant. Then she remembered that she had quoted the same words very loudly into the air before the Warg tried to attack.
"No! You misunderstand!" Daila said, "thoughs words weren't mine they were…" but her sentence was cut off by the sight she had been missing the whole time, the woman's ears. They were pointed like only one race had… She was standing in the presence of an elf…a real life elf…
"Well…" Daila began, "I believe this is how all good tales start…"