Thread: Against the Dark Ones (Emperor_Nero and I)

It was the end of Teysa and her bloodline. She was the last of the human royals and now a damn panther was going to take her out. It was somewhat maddening, but at least the great bards of the time could possibly weave a grand tale. That was even if Finsha would still be there for them all. The next series of events that unfolded though got Teysa frozen in her spot, one hand still wrapped around the leather coated steel hilt of the sword. The arrow that had come whizzing through the trees had hit so expertly, it was either pure dumb luck or insane amount of skill. The princess herself knew how to use a bow of course, but it had never come naturally to her and had become quickly discarded. If she needed to shoot anything, the cross bow would do for her, even if the reloading of the bolts was extremely slow. What happened next the young woman would not be able to say as she let go of the blade and let herself sink to the ground. They were real. The High Elves her Father had been ranting about those few weeks while she prepared for the trek were real. Not something of the old mans imagination. Carefully her grey eyes watched the white haired slender male seem to dance more than fight using his blades at first then magic. Sure there were human mages that Teysa had seen and their arts, but the nobles and royalty never got tested to see if they contained the correct build for the arcane arts. It was something long placed in the humans to keep the underlings from fearing the ones who ruled and protected them. Somewhere she had heard that the elves were the opposite, most of the magical inclined elves were all of noble blood and birth. Seeing the magic made her instantly think the male elf with the white hair was who she was looking for. Hearing the chorus of voices that chimed through the air like the most delicate bells she had ever heard she knew her face was blank. When she did not know how to react to things appropriately her neutral face came out, something that had saved her a time or two before. Her eyes met with the brunette she-elf watching as she nodded at her orders. Just as the she-elf took off to look for Tajic Teysa called out to her, Call for Tajic! She breathed out wanting the young man to be found alive and well, out of her entire party she did wish him the best. Not knowing if the elf heard her or not the dark haired human snapped her head back to look up at the elf that was obviously in charge. He knew she was coming to look for him? How was it this creature knew she existed but she had not known the same about him? Slipping her hand into his she used him more for balance than anything feeling that she was almost the same heaviness of him, and she was on the small side for humans. When their hands connected though something soothing and calm washed over her and an echo of laughter danced in her mind. Something was familiar about him, but her mind slipped every time she got close to grasping the memory that was playing through her hearing. No, I am uninjured thank you, sir. My party knew the trek was not going to be welcoming and they still came. Only the first one lost is a loss. Your concern is heart lifting, She breathed out nodding her head in a respectful bow making sure to speak correctly as she had been raised still not knowing who this was standing in front of her. When the mounts came she had to hold back the sigh of relief, no more walking. I understand that. We had to leave the horses only a few days into the jungle. They were becoming more of a burden than an asset to our search. I am relieved to know there are more elves in this forsaken place than the dark ones, excuse me one moment. I need to retrieve my blade, After speaking Teysa turned and walked the few steps to the tree grabbing the blade firmly before grunting softly as she pushed herself against the wedged steel. Leaving behind this sword would be worse than death. It was the one of her family and she was the first Princess to ever wield it, and only after she had earned it. The shiny polished steel creaked free making the woman stumble back like the clumsy human she was. Kissing the flat of the blade Teysa sheathed the sword back on her hip in the plain leather casing. Nothing about her was extravagant being that she was traveling under cover, but one glance at the folded steel along with the well bred woman armed with it would give it away to a trained eye. Making her way back to the horse she once again only used the elf for balance and threw her tired sore leg over the narrow mount that was much easier to sit on for her. Leaning back with her hands behind her grasping the flimsy leather saddle she finally allowed herself a sigh. Might I know the name of my rescuer and what the expect in this stronghold you are taking me to? Also, how do you know my name and I have not even been sure of your existence until moments ago? You must know my father the King then? He is on his way and I know the route. I brought a map. I apologize, this has been a very trying journey already and I know it is only the beginning, Softly she spoke but it was with her aristocratic manner, which she found entertaining. Here she was on the back of an elven horse with a white haired elf, as if there was anyway to tell his age, in nothing but her linen underclothes that were soaked through with sweat sticking to her like a second skin and leaving almost nothing to the imagination.