Thread: Nothing's Fair in Lust and War ((ikoshama and Vivid))

Things had gone terribly wrong! All around were the sounds of struggle swords clashing, people dying, the desperate screams for mercy. This was supposed to be a peace negotiation between two nations. War had ripped apart the great country of Elios for five long years and had began to lose ground in the recent conflicts on the borders. In a move of desperation the king called for a peace talk. These talks were suppose to be the start of the end of this bloody conflict. Instead this was seen as a chance to overtake Elios at its capital Finestra. The beings of that horrible land were monstrous. Orcs, demons, and unknown beasts were apart of the army and they tore through the unprotected Finestra. Run, Elowyn! Sounded a desperate voice. Move your legs! An tall man with long, glossy black hair was pulling along a girl with wavy waist length hair the same color as the man. Through the back corridors of the large stone castle they fled. The girl was weeping bitterly. How could this have happened?! Her white, pristine gown was covered in her mothers blood. They had killed her! The Queen of Elios had been the first victim in this siege and Elowyn would have been the second if her father hadnt scooped her up from her mothers corpse. They had been running and escaping every attack directed at them. Her father was a master spell caster and most of their foes met a sticky end. Some got good hits on him and nearly carted his beautiful daughter off though and now he was exhausted. Father! The half elf cried. Father my feet hurt so much! Cant we rest?! No! We can not rest until we reach someplace safe! He jerked her hard as they turned the corner and headed strait for a stone wall. He wasnt stopping his grueling pace and she let out a scream, expecting to be slammed into it. However they passed right through. Another bit of magic done by the elven man. Another bit of energy wasted. As soon as the night air hit them, Elowyn nearly vomited. The breeze carried the smell of death and charred flesh. Outside the city was screaming. The castle was nearly silent compared to this deafening roar. The crackle of many fires could be heard as well as distorted laughter. The beautifully pale girl grasped her father tighter as he tugged her along. They were in an unfamiliar part of the castle grounds. Many storage sheds dotted the expanse of land. It was clear what he was intending now as he darted to the closest row. Were going to hide, he told her as he kicked open one of the doors. The desperation was building in his normally calm and docile tones. He was such a kindly ruler and caring. He always stuck his neck on the line for his people. Now. Now, down to the wire, he was just trying to ensure his and his daughters survival. He pushed his daughter inside the first he opened. I will come and get you when things die down. Do not move, Elowyn. Not until I come back. I will be back. I promise you. Father! she started but he shut the door and knew he was off to find himself a different shed to crouch in. She wondered why he had chosen to separate them. It did not occur to her that he may not come back. That he was making sure that if one of them was captured, the other wouldnt be. That he was relying on his daughters beauty for her survival. No, she thought that he was coming back like he had said. She fell against the wall and closed her pale silver eyes. Her ample chest rose and fell as she began to weep.