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A lone female sat in a cottage in the southern country of Neveah. She wrote in a journal in long graceful strokes.
“I am the last of my kind in this now darkening world, and I am immortal. I am the last of the elves,” is what she wrote, “Yes it is true Elves did exist at one point in time, but the mortals have long since forgotten them. We are now of myth, of legend. I stayed for the winds did not summon me as they did the others. And now, I almost believe that it is too late for me. Maybe I am to remain here forever.
“But I, at least, have a purpose here in Madgarou (Miyd-jar-roo). I hunt the creatures of the night. The ones who call themselves 'Vampyr.’ It is these creatures that killed the only man I ever loved. They ripped out his throat, and drained him of his life’s blood. And all of this one mere week before he and I were to be wed. God’s how I wept. My grief almost killed me, but soon rage overtook the pain, and I swore that I would get my vengeance. I swore to destroy the beasts that killed my beloved, my Erwren (Aaron).
“Before I continue my tale, I should tell you who I am. My name is Linea; I am the descendant of two of the greatest elf witches to ever walk. And, of a powerful elfin warrior and king.
“I have my fathers silvery eyes, and golden head. I bear my mothers full lips, delicate nose, and feminine curves. As well as her overwhelming magnitude of powers. I live in the southern peninsula of the Madgar country of Neveah. In a valley that is literally a tropical paradise. I grow all my own herbs, fruits and vegetables. Here I can practice my Magick’s, and not fear persecution by the mortals.
“And persecute they would, for ever since King Erodel took the Mondorian throne 200 years ago, all forms of Witchcraft and Sorcery have been outlawed. It is rumoured that he was allied with the Vampyr. But one thing is certain; Erodel was the worst thing to ever happen to our world.
“The cruel king forced the people into his own falsely created religion, known as Yillevism. He turned the Magical Gods and Goddesses, into his demons. He killed those who would not renounce their faith for his.
“He hung them, beheaded them, or burned them at the stake. And now they hide. Most in the Neveahn city of Valley View, for the Neveahnian government, with my aid, hid the witches here, in Paridisio Valley.
“You see I have always been a dear friend to the former Neveahn Sorceress Queen Mora. She had me hide as many as I could in the valley, including her three children.
“This action greatly angered King Erodel. He kidnapped the Witch Queen and took her to Mondoria, making her a personal slave to him. He told her that if she handed over the secret to the Witches, then her life would be spared.
“She laughed at the man, and told him that she would rather die, than cause further harm to her people. And so Mora was stripped of her belongings, raped, whipped, and finally burned at the stake.
“I watched, with Mora’s husband, as the once majestic woman's body burnt. And the secret to the witches burned with her. There was nothing we could do.
“It was believed that the Queen told no one of her secret, but I know the truth. For Mora knew my powers were great, and that I could forever keep her Witch’s safe. I alone know how to get into Paridisio, for it once belonged to my great grandmother. But I must be careful, for even though Erodel died long ago, his heir, King Ecrovid, follows the same accusing religions.
“And I believe that this now Mondorian King also associates himself with the dark ones.
“I have to stop him. For Erwren, and for the welfare of the Witches of Madgarou. I have to kill the beasts of the night to avenge the man I love.”
The elfin woman looked down at her writing, as tears landed on the page, smearing the elongated lettering. Her mind went back to the time she had met that mortal, whom she had loved so very much...

Once a month I left my home in Paridisio. Mainly to get supplies and other such things that the blocked off valley would otherwise suffer without. Also to gather information concerning the Mondorian Monarchy, and the Vampyr.
When I made these trips, I would wear tight black pants, with a low cut wrap-around shirt. I would don a black cloak to hide my fair face, and always use a glamour spell to conceal the delicate points of my ears. At my hip, I would carry the sword my mother had given me many thousands of years ago. And on my back would be a quiver of arrows and a bow.
I had been travelling some time now. I had made my way to the cold reaches Diadis, which seemed to be an eternal winter, to the eternal spring-like reaches of the Aulian’s eastern coast. From a Mondorian autumn and winter, back to the sweet summer-esque warmth of southern Neveah.
I would spend my nights in the safety of small town inns. None stayed out after the sun would set, for that was when the Vampire hunted. Yes I could easily handle one or two on their own, but occasionally they hunted in packs. And neither man, nor woman, no matter how powerful, could defeat those animals.
I had reached the town of Sahalie just as the sun was setting. A soft rain had began to fall, mere minute’s before I reached the town. Even with my hood drawn, the rain kissed lightly at my soft face.
I knocked at the gates. Thankfully the keeper had not yet sought shelter for the night.
“Wha' be yer business 'ere,” he asked, his accent thickly burred.
I knew it was rare for the keepers to open the gates so close to the time when the sun would set. “I merely wish to stay the night.” I pulled back my hood to show him my delicate features, and looked up into the man’s eyes, giving a slight push. A push into his mind: A push to trust me.
“Beggin’ yer pardon, miss. But ye canno' be too careful these days.”
The door opened allowing my dark steed, Rogon, entrance as well as myself. “It's alright, sir. I understand that you were just doing your job.” I offered a small smile before speaking again. “Might you tell me which inn has room tonight?”
He thought about this a moment. “Either the Gol'en Apple or the Dancin' Bee.”
I thanked the gatekeeper and hurried to escape both the rain and the impending dark.
I knew that the Dancing Bee was the busiest spot in town, so I swiftly made my way to the Golden Apple. I wished to remain inconspicuous, and if I were to head to the Bee, too many drunken men would take notice, as they always seemed to when I went into those places.
When I arrived at the Golden Apple, I stabled Rogon, as the stable hand had already returned indoors.
I then drew my cloak ever more tightly around my body, and entered the inn. Hardly any being had occupied the place on that night.
I approached the innkeeper, a small robust woman; her greying hair was pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head. She wore an apron right below her massive breasts, which made them appear (if possible) even larger.
“Excuse me, ma'am,” I said softly, so as not to frighten her.
The woman turned and smiled jovially. “Oh, aye. Sorry I did no' see ye there, love. Wha' can I do for ye?”
“I was wondering if I might get a room for the night?”
She unknowingly looked me over, before nodding. “‘Tis one bronze coin to stay the night.”
I reached into my cloak, pulling out a small pouch, which jingled softly as it moved. I reached in and removed a gold coin, (worth significantly more), and slid it across the counter.
The full-bodied woman moved as if to make change, but I stopped her. “Don't worry about it. All I require is a cup of tea, peppermint if you have it, tonight, as well as a light breakfast with tea in the morning. The rest if for you.”
She smiled with true gratitude. “Thank ye kindly, miss.”
The woman reached under the counter producing a key. “If ye do no' mind followin' me to yer room.”
I walked behind the innkeeper, up a flight of stairs. Soon she stopped at a simple door, opening it for me.
The key was placed in my long hand.
“I will be up wit' yer tea in jus' a minute.” She turned to leave, but hesitated at the entry. She turned back, as I removed my cloak and hung it over a chair to dry. “Again, I thank ye. No' many people stay 'ere anymore. Ye be a wonderful 'elp.” The woman turned from me closing the door behind her.
I could not help but smile. In all my long years, I had collected a great wealth, and did not mind sharing with those who clearly deserved it.
I did a quick search of the room, looking for any device that would detect my magick. Finding none, I went over to the fire pit. I lifted my hands; in my mind I saw the flames. “Flerinae,” I ordered.
At that one simple word the barren pit burst into life with a fire that cast a soft orange glow over the room.
A short time later, the innkeeper returned with my tea.
“If there be anythin' else I can do for ye, love, jus' le' me know.” She placed the tea on a small table in the corner.
“Thank you muchly,” I said.
Once more she left. I poured myself a cup, and sat by the hearth. When my cup was nearly drained, I gazed down into it. “A man in my future. One who is head-strong and intelligent,” I whispered the reading aloud, “That can't be right. I would never allow a man into my life.” If only I would have known how wrong I was.
I placed the cup back on the tray, and rose to my feet. I removed my pants and shirt, and placed them with my cloak. I moved to my pack and pulled a light shirt and pants from there, and climbed into the soft bed. Though I did not sleep that night, I rested my mind and body, until morning hit.
The following day I continued on south to Neveah's capital city, Rettelswen. Normally I would have stuck to the roads, first heading west to Moltayla, and then head on south the next day.
Instead, I cut through Nystoyac Forest, the greatest wood in all of Madgarou. It expanded through most of southern Mondoria, all the way through Neveah. You see the country of the Witches is now and has always been entirely forested. And the further south you go, the more lush the trees become.
It is the most beautiful country in our world, a literal tropical paradise.
This short cut would cut off a days riding, but secretly I wanted to avoid the reading I had seen in my tealeaves the previous evening.
But if I had known, that my shortcut would have lead to my meeting with Erwren, I might have stuck to the roads
I had stopped briefly for a light lunch, when I sensed somebody approaching me. I put my pack down, and drew my daggers, which had once belonged to my father. I crouched low among the trees, waiting to see who approached. I saw a man, brown hood drawn up, and shooting arrows behind him.
I could feel the Magick emitting from this man. I looked further passed him and saw a group of six men, all wearing the crest of Mondoria. This angered me greatly.
Damn the Mondorians, trying to kill any person with even the slightest Magickal ability. Descendants of the bastard who killed my Queen; my friend. They were the reason the Witches had to hide, or risk torture and death.
I sheathed my daggers, and drew my bow. Rising to my feet, I pulled my hood up around my face. I notched an arrow and let it fly. It hit the first soldier right in his heart. He fell to the ground, causing his compatriots to stop their chase to see where it had come from. They turned right toward where I hid, as a second arrow hit a second soldier.
I put my bow to the side, and again drew my daggers. I ran out to the men, and began to slice at them one by one. The first few were caught completely unaware, and I had no troubles dispensing of them.
Only a few remained. Or so I thought.
The man I saw earlier came running back toward me. “Run!” he yelled taking hold of my arm, pulling me away from the battle. As we ran, I reached down to pick up my bow.
I whistled loudly for Rogon. She came through the trees almost instantly. While at run I gracefully mounted her and then stopped at the man. “Get on!” I ordered.
He jumped up behind me, and Rogon took off quickly.
“How many are there?” I asked, as we sped through the trees.
“I do no' know. Too many to count.” He had the thick burr of one who had lived in Neveah their whole life.
I knew there was no chance of them catching up to us, for there was no horse quicker than Rogon. She took many twists and turns, until the man called out.
“Turn here, and then go straight until ye come to a cottage.”
It did not take long to find the little shack, and at this time, the sun was beginning to set.
The man dismounted, and offered me a hand.
I ignored it and slid down gracefully.
“I take it ye have done that before. Ye can stable yer horse here for the night.”
That was the first time I had been given a chance to truly look at him. He was easily a head taller than myself. His face carried strong masculine features, and gentle honey-coloured eyes. His rich light brown hair that hung just past his shoulders.
And I felt my heart leap slightly at the mere sight of this man, and I forced it back down.
“I would prefer to set her loose for the night. She doesn’t like to be stabled,” I replied, removing Rogon’s bridle.
“Very well, but ye may want to hurry. The sun will be settin’ soon, and ye do not wish to be trapped outside after dark.”
I nodded, and moved to Rogon’s side, to remove my pack. I stood before my majestic horse and placed a hand on her muzzle, gently stroking it. “Return to me here after the sun rises,” I whispered.
She nickered her approval, and then turned and took off into the trees.
I turned around, and the man stood there staring at me, confusion etched into his handsome face.
“What?” I inquired bluntly.
“W...what did ye just say?” he stuttered.
Inwardly I kicked my self. I had not realized, but I had just spoken to Rogon in Elfish. “It is just something my father had taught me. Those words will calm any beast; make them listen to your every word. It's something that's been in my family for generations.” It wasn't a lie. All elves possessed that gift.
He nodded slowly and I let out an unnoticed sigh.
“Why don't ye come in?” he asked of me.
As the man guided me into the cottage, I realized that I did not even know his name, nor did he mine. “You do realize, sir, that you are inviting me into your home, with out even knowing something so simple as my name,” I stated.
He remained silent a moment, and then stopped at the landing. “Aye, but ye helped me today. I do not think that ye would have done so if ye wanted me dead.”
I smiled softly at the man. He opened the door and allowed me access to his home.
I thanked him and again offered a smile.
He returned the gesture, and once more I melted.
"I am Erwren, by the way,” He offered me a large strong hand.
“Linea," I said taking it, causing the strangest feeling to over run my body. Like nothing I had ever felt before. To this day I cannot describe it in words, but now I realize that was what love at first sight felt like.
“‘Tis a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman,” Erwren brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.
I felt the hot electricity jump at his that simple gesture and my cheeks turning crimson. Never before in all my long years had I blushed. Many men had flirted with me, but I never blushed.
“Erwren,” a surprised woman's voice came from the next room, causing my heart to sink to the bottom of my stomach. “Get tha’ door closed before 'tis dark out there.”
She entered the foyer and looked right at me. She had the same light brown hair as Erwren, though her eyes were a crystalline blue. She was a touch shorter than myself. “Who is this?” she asked, clearly ill at ease with strangers.
“My name is Linea,” I started.
“She go’ me away from Mondorian guards. They started to chase me when I was out huntin’.”
The girls eyes went wide, her face blanched. “Do they know?” her face never left his.
“I do not think so.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I'm sorry miss. Where’s me manners. I'm Adrika. Please come in. Have a seat.”
She took my cloak and hung it by the door. Adrika guided me to the next room, and Erwren followed close behind.
I took a seat across from the hearth – with Erwren seated close by. I could feel those honey eyes on my body. Uncomfortably I shifted in the chair. As I turned my head to the man, Adrika came back into the room. She placed a tray of food before me and a kettle over the fire. “Can I get ye something to drink?”
“Just tea is fine, if you have it. Thank you.”
She smiled at me, then again left the room. A moment later Adrika called Erwren to help her. The man excused himself, and left me to myself.
Now a mortal would never have heard the conversation between brother and sister, but I am no mortal and I heard every word they said.
“Why do ye look at her that way, brother?” Adrika asked.
“I don’t know. There is something about her,” Erwren was silent a moment. “I have never seen anybody as beautiful as her.”
Adrika sighed heavily. “Just be careful. Ye do not know if she be a witch-hunter.”
“No if she was, she would no’ have helped me,” he paused again, “I can feel something about her, and I know ye can’t. But I think we can truly trust her. Ye needn't fret, little sister.”
I smiled to myself. So, they were witches. The very people I was sworn to protect.
Soon Erwren returned, I looked up at him and could not help but smile.
He poured me a cup a tea, and passed it over. For a brief moment, my fingers touched his. I felt a little spark, like when touching metal, after walking over the carpet.
My stomach fluttered momentarily, and I thanked him for the tea. After we finished our drinks, I turned to Adrika. “Might I ask where I will be sleeping for the night?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but Erwren interrupted. “Ye can take my room, Linea. I will sleep out here.”
My mouth hung open momentarily, “No, I couldn't...I don't want to be an intrusion.”
He smiled brightly at me. “Tis no intrusion lass. I have no problems sleeping by the hearth.”
I laughed gently, and thanked him.
Adrika showed me to Erwren's room. Lingering there was a faint smell of the forest, and from that day on, I would forever associate that pleasant aroma with Erwren. When Adrika left, closing the door behind her, I changed out of my pants, and silk shirt, into a light nightdress. I lay on the large bed, and closed my eyes. Within minutes I was asleep, but it was a short-lived sleep, for a vision plagued me.

I was dressed in a flowing white gown, with bright mauve flowers decorating it. The rain was pounding down hard. I turned away from Erwren, I was crying. Erwren grabbed my arm, and turned me to face him. He said something that I could not hear, and I yelled something back at him. Then he pulled me in closely and pressed his lips fiercely against mine, taking them possessively...

I sat upright in the bed, breathing deep and heavily. Wet tears marred my face. No, I thought, I cannot fall for him, a mortal. I will not die of a broken heart.
The following day, as the sun rose I left a note to Erwren and Adrika, thanking them for their hospitality. I put it in an envelope, with a piece of gold as payment.
With my gear in hand, I tiptoed past Erwren’s sleeping body.
I was so tempted to reach down and move a stray piece of hair from his face, but with great regret I resisted. As I placed my hand on the door, Erwren spoke up.
“Leavin' so early? Without so much as a farewell?”
I bit my lip and turned to face him. He was sitting up on the cot, the blankets had pooled around his middle. He wore no shirt, and his perfectly carved chest called to me.
I reluctantly forced my eyes away. “I need to hurry,” I explained to him. “I...I have to get to Azalia before dark. I can't fall behind.”
He rose and walked over to me. “Will ye at least stay for breakfast?” He placed a soft, strong hand on my upper arm.
How could this man’s simplest touch sent chills down my spine, and cause my heart to catch in my throat? “Erwren, I really can't. Thank you for your hospitality, but I really have to go.”
I turned from him, opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cool morning air. A light silver mist still lay on the ground, swirling around my feet as I walked.
I whistled to Rogon, and instantly she came out from the trees. I placed my pack, and re-bridled the horse. But I neither saw nor heard Erwren leave his home, and go into the stables to fetch his horse. I did not know he had intended to follow me.
I mounted Rogon swiftly and fluid-like. I spoke to her in my native tongue, and she took off into the trees.
Upon reaching the road, I slowed Rogon to a trot. I was not far from Rettelswen, and was certain that I would make Azalia before nightfall. I stuck to the roads this time, not wanting to encounter any more of Mondoria's guards, especially on the back roads.
On foot, with Rogon close behind, I passed through the busy market place of Rettelswen, and a strange feeling of being watched washed over me. I looked back, and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
I climbed onto my mares back, and leaned down to her ear. “Go to the gates quickly. I think we are being followed.”
She nickered at me, and proceeded through the city. Once outside the south gates, Rogon broke off into a swift trot. I turned off the road, and hid with my sword in hand.
And then I saw him. Erwren. He had followed me! I could not believe it.
The stopped his horse, and jumped down. “Damnit,” he cursed.
Silently, I crept out of my hiding place, and came up behind him. I placed the tip of my sword to his back, causing him to raise he strong arms above his head.
“Why are you following me?” I demanded.
Erwren lowered his head and turned slowly to face me. “Hello Linea,” he said with a gentle smile.
I moved my sword to his throat, and held his gaze. “If you wished to accompany me, you could have asked.”
“I'm sorry, but I wanted to make sure ye were safe.”
My gaze hardened, "I can handle myself, and I do not require your help.”
Again he smiled at me. And how I longed to lower my blade. God’s how it killed me to be so cold.
“Linea,” he attempted to step closer and I confirmed the grip on my sword.
“Erwren, you do not wish to tangle with me,” I said.
“Linea, Ye are half my size, and a woman. Ye do not frighten me.”
“Size does not matter,” I lowered my blade, and resheathed it, “Neither does gender.”
Erwren let out a deeply relieved breath, “I actually thought ye were goin' to kill me,” he said with an uncertain laugh, as I walked away from him.
“Go back to your sister,” I ordered.
“No,” Erwren retorted, while mounting his horse, “I'm coming with ye to Azalia.” His golden eyes met with mine, and I knew that there was no changing his mind.
“Alright, but stay out of my way.” I mounted and jigged Rogon, and continued my journey, all the while thinking of my vision from the previous night. How could I stop that from happening? That man was so free spirited, that there was no way I could force him to leave. Not without using my magic, and chance a Mondorian discovering my powers.
For sometime, Erwren and I rode in an awkward silence, of which he was the first to break. “I have to apologize, Linea,” he said.
Once again I could feel those warm eyes on me. “For what?” I shot back, my eyes never leaving the road.
“For following ye, when ye didn't wish it. There's just something about you, and I felt as if I needed to by yer side.”
I looked over to him, and he smiled warmly in my direction. I could not help but cave at that sweet smile, my heart melted. I sighed. “It's alright Erwren. But I should be the one to apologize. You were only looking out for my welfare. I was...” I paused not wanting to admit it, “Well quite frankly, I was a bitch.”
Erwren choked back laughter at my comment.
“What?” Anyone could hear the smile in my voice.
“Nothing. I just didna expect to hear ye curse.”
“Why? Because I'm a woman.”
He shook his head. “No, because ye don't seem the type. I've heard Adrika swear often enough, that it really doesn't faze me.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “So Adrika swears does she? I didn't once hear her cuss.”
He laughed again, causing a soft warmth and light to fill my soul. “Ye haven’t heard her when she's angry.”
I looked over to Erwren, smiling softly, and he returned the gesture. We sat silently, looking into each other’s eyes. For a moment, I became lost in those warm honey depths. But as soon as I realized what I was doing, I turned away.
“We should hurry if we wish to reach Azalia before nightfall.” I jigged Rogon, and she picked up her pace.
Erwren’s own brown stallion met Rogon’s gait. It was not long at all until we reached Azalia. Next to Valley View, this was probably the single most beautiful town in all of Madgarou. Brilliant Clematis crept up the walls of every building. Their bright purple, pink and white flowers were a sharp contrast to the faded brick walls. Colourful roses, pansies, carnations, lilies, orchids and many others adorned every flowerbed, and windowsill. Trees of magnolia, redbud, and royal paulownia sat on every street corner. And each of them was in eternal bloom. This town did seem to have a Magick of its own.
Erwren appeared to be in complete awe at the beauty of the place.
“I take it you have never been here before,” I said softly.
Erwren shook his head, “When I was but a wee lad, me mother told me stories of this place, but I never dreamed it to be this beautiful.”
We arrived at the inn, and stabled our horses. Once inside, I approached the innkeeper, a man in his late forties, with dark hair, which was greying at the temples, and dark eyes.
I asked him for two rooms.
He looked Erwren and myself up and down, as seemed to be custom with innkeepers. “Only one left miss.”
I looked over to my companion, “Linea we cannot go anyplace else. The sun is beginning to set.”
I sighed. I did not wish to share a room, but it had to be done. Most of these rooms had two beds, anyways. I made to pay the man, but Erwren stopped me and paid for it himself. We were shown up to the room, and passed the key.
I opened the door and stepped inside. “Oh no,” I said looking at the only bed.
“What is-,” he saw what I was looking at, “Oh...well...Um...I could sleep on the sofa, over there.”
I sighed, while shaking my head, walking into the room. I placed my pack on a wooden chair and removed my cloak.
“I am going to go for a shower.” I grabbed my nightwear, and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turned on the water, letting it run on hot for a minute, while I got undressed, and removed the Glam spell that hid my ears.
I stepped under the water, letting it run down my smooth curves. I sighed as my mind returned to Erwren. I saw his hands gently caressing my breasts and hips.
Snap out of it, I told myself, He's mortal. I turned the water to cold, to rid myself of this strange new feeling.
After a short time, I shut the water off completely, and stepped onto the mat. I dried off, than combed through my golden locks. I braided my hair to cover my ears, so as I could keep the spell off.
I stepped out of the bathroom and looked to Erwren. He sat on the chair, with a knee brought up to his now bare chest.
I bit down on my red lip and reluctantly turned away. “You can have the bathroom now,” I whispered.
Erwren stood up and walked passed me. His arm brushed against mine, and once more I felt that electricity flow through my body.
Quickly, I moved away from him, though he lingered. I walked towards my pack, pretending that I had felt nothing. I began to rummage through my belongings. I heard the man sigh, and then the door clicked shut behind him.
I released a shaky breath, and pulled a book from my sack. Ever since I was but a small child that was my favourite story. My mother used to read it to me when I could not sleep. And even though I knew it by memory, I still felt as if I needed to hold it every time I went through it.
I sat down on the bed, with my feet tucked under me. Sometime later I heard the water shut off. When Erwren left the bathroom, I kept my eyes down at all costs.
Gods, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
It took me a moment to realize that I had unintentionally read his thoughts.
“Linea?” Erwren’s voice called to me. Finally I looked up. He was back at the couch, with blankets thrown over his lower body.
“Good nigh’.”
I smiled softly at him, before putting my book on the nightstand. “Good night Erwren.” I blew out the candle and lay down in the bed, facing away from him. I lay there awake, until I heard Erwren's breathing even out into soft snores.
I rolled over onto my back to look at him. His wet hair had fallen into his face, and he looked so peaceful. Once more, I was tempted to reach over and touch his handsome face.
What is wrong with me? I thought rolling back over. With million thoughts in my mind I fell into a light slumber...
That night I dreamt of something from my past, though it was different from what I remembered. It was the day my mother killed her rival. Only in my dream it was worse. Instead of her calling him out as he was about to kill me, she only lay on the ground watching as the wizard began to cut my dress from my body. I wept, and could not fight him off when he roughly grabbed at me. I began to scream to my mother, begging for her aid, and struggled ever harder against him and the bonds. And even as he began to ravage my innocent body, my mother still did nothing. I screamed out once more
And my eyes snapped open. I shot up in the bed, with my chest heaving.
Erwren held my shoulders. “Linea,” he whispered, searching my frightened eyes, “Are ye alright?”
I didn't know what to say or do, so I leaned into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my head into his shoulder. His arms moved protectively around my waist, and he gently rubbed my back.
“It's okay Linea. Ye just had a nightmare.”
When he spoke to me, tears flooded my eyes. I knew he felt their warmth hitting his shoulder, but still he held onto me.
Once my tears abated, and the dream began to fall to the back of my mind, I realized how Erwren and I were sitting. I pulled away from him and smiled faintly. “I'm sorry,” I said.
His strong hand moved to my face, and wiped away the moisture of my tears. “It's alright. ‘Tis almost mornin’ anyways.”
For a short moment, I looked into his eyes, and began to lean in toward him. I could not help myself. It was not until our lips grazed together that I pulled back.
“I should be getting ready to go,” I said, quickly getting off the bed. I grabbed my pack and hurried into the bathroom.
I closed the door behind me, and dropped my bag. My body slid to the floor. What am I doing? I asked myself, God's what am I feeling?
Another tear surfaced, landing on my knee. I wiped it away, then stood and moved to the sink. There I splashed cold water onto my face and neck. I couldn't fall for him. I had to leave here and forget about Erwren. I had to deny what my heart so clearly yearned for.
After I had finished washing my face, I let my hair down and dressed. I threw my belongings together, and exited the bathroom.
Erwren was dressed and waiting for me. “I take it yer ready?" he said with a smile.
“I'm going by myself,” my voice was low.
“What?” the man asked.
“I said, I'm going alone,” I repeated, this time even louder.
“Linea. I heard ye. I just... why?” His eyes clearly showed how hurt Erwren was.
“I have to finish this on my own. I cannot have any help for the last part of my journey. I'm sorry Erwren.” I turned away from him, to hide the sudden pain that I knew was on my face. I quickly left the room, not realizing that I had left my book on the nightstand, or the lengths the God’s were going to push Erwren and I together.

I continued south to Paridisio Valley, to the village of Valley View. Once I was out of mortal sight of Azalia, I stopped Rogon. I jumped down from her majestic body, and sat at the edge of the road, with my knees drawn to my chest.
I rubbed my hand over my brow and temple, as frustrated tears began to fill my eyes. What was it about Erwren that I was falling for? How could I feel this way, when I promised myself I would never love a mortal? I longed to lie in his arms, and feel his lips on my lips, and on my body.
At that time it began to rain, and still I sat there, not even feeling the elements.
At long last, I stood up. I looked at the path before me, and back behind me. It would be so easy to forget the task at hand. To turn back and find Erwren.
But I could not forget my promise to Mora; I had to return to the valley. I sighed deeply, and returned to my faithful horse. “What do you think Rogon?” I whispered to her in my native tongue, then returning to the common speech. “Should I continue my task, or go to find him?”
I mounted her with the grace and ease of many years practice. Rogon continued forward, and my heart sank
Later that afternoon, I reached the borders of Paridisio Valley. I could not see anything, as that was part of the spell. One needed a password to enter the town. I closed my eyes and muttered the words, “Asta Terroc,” meaning witch friend. An opening, just large enough for Rogon appeared. I ushered her through.
On the other side were two women, two men and two large cats, one white with black stripes, the other orange with black stripes. I smiled softly at them and dismounted.
“You're late Linea,” said the first woman, as I set my steed free.
“I apologize Finaris, but I had company that I had to be rid of.”
Finaris was a beautiful young woman, and a descendant of Queen Mora. Even after eight generations she had the former queens beauty. Fair of skinned, and with wavy fiery red hair. If it had not been for Finaris’ bright green eyes, I would have sworn this to be the same woman.
She gave me a friendly hug, “How are you Linea?”
I sighed deeply, “I'm well.” For the first time in her life, I lied to her.
She eyed me for a moment, and I knew that she discovered my lie.
I'll tell you later, I forced the thought to my friend.
“Okay,” she said as if it were part of the conversation. “Come into town,” Finaris suggested, “We have much to discuss.” I followed Finaris and the man into Valley View.
The other two remained there. Shortly before us, the large cats strolled at a leisurely pace.
I admired the great creatures. On the female, white fur with black stripes. She was the size of a large dog, but still with that kitten like face. Her eyes were a bright green, quite similar to Finaris'. The male had an orange coat with similar striping. He was slightly bigger than the other one, and had bright golden eyes.
“Finaris, tell me how you came across these creatures.”
The woman smiled at me. “The female is Aleron, the male is Baten. There is a third, another female, in town. We found them not far from the borders.” She paused a moment. “Hunters killed their parents, but only took their skins. The hunters left the carcass. It broke my heart to see that Linea. They were crying for their mother, so I freed them, and brought them here.” Tears were in her eyes.
“Why would somebody do such a thing?” I whispered. “You said there is another one? Where is she?”
The man spoke for the first time. His eyes were the colour of chocolate, and his long straight hair matched it. He had to have been the tallest man I had ever seen, and he had the build of a warrior. "That is Kylin. I fear for her. She is physically healthy, but, unlike Aleron and Baten, she does not play with anybody or anything. She merely lies in the same place day and night. I'm afraid that her grief may eventually lead to her death,” his accent was typical of a Diad. Thick with strong rolling R’s. He went silent.
“Mihkhi is right, Linea,” Finaris said after a moment. “Nothing we've tried has brought Kylin out of that slump.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Once we reached town, I had Finaris and Mihkhi take me to Kylin. She lay, unmoving, beneath a tree. Slowly I approached the cat. “Hello Kylin,” when I greeted her, she lifted her head. Her golden eyes met with my silver ones, and in them I could see the sadness of the animal’s soul.
I knelt down next to her, and slowly stretched my hand out to her head, all the while, speaking to her in Elfish.
“What is wrong with you, beautiful,” I whispered. I moved my hands to either side of her massive head. I closed my eyes and leaned my face into Kylin's.
Then, I saw her memories. The day she was orphaned. This animal not only witnessed, but also remembered the slaughter of her parents.
I moved away from the cat, “You poor thing,” I breathed to her. Tears stained my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around Kylin’s thick neck, and for her into her coat. “I will take care of you Kylin.”
She purred her acknowledgement into my ear. I moved away from the animal’s neck, and again looked into her eyes. “Come with me.” I rose to my feet, and took a step away from Kylin. As I did this, she rose to her feet, and followed my lead.
A soft gasp came from the small crowd that had gathered. “Linea, you did it!” Finaris' voice was but a breath.
I smiled at the young woman. “She needed somebody who understands her,” I said softly, “I have no family myself. We both have that.”
I looked down to the large cat. She sat near my feet, purring ever so softly, as I scratched behind her ear.
With a smile Finaris escorted me inside. Aleron and Baten bounded into the home, and Kylin followed casually, close behind me. Once in my friends study, I took a seat. The cat sat by my feet with her massive head on her paws.
Finaris began to tell me everything that had occurred in the past year. She told me of how she had come across the cats, and that Mihkhi was there that day to assist her.
“We're engaged Linea,” she told me this with that same love-struck gaze that all her predecessors had at one point possessed, “The wedding will be this week, and we want you to officiate our hand fasting.”
I smiled brightly, “I am happy for both of you Finaris, and I would be honoured to do that for you. Just as I have all your ancestors.”
After a moment the woman spoke again. “Now tell me what's wrong with you?”
I took a deep breath, and told her of Erwren and the previous evening. I told her about crying at the roadside that afternoon, unsure of what to do. When I finished, tears pricked my eyes. “I can't fall for him Finaris. When he dies, it would kill me, and then my promise to the valley would be broken.”
Sensing my despair, Kylin looked up at me and she placed her head on my leg.
I scratched behind her ear.
“Linea, it would also kill you to deny your heart.”
“I know,” I sighed, as a solitary tear escaped my eye. Once we finished our conversation, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” Finaris called.
Mihkhi entered the room; a strong seriousness was etched into his face. “My guards caught a man near the border. He was trying to get into town,” the man paused, and then looked to me. “He's asking for you, Linea.”
My brow furrowed, “What? Who is it?” Even though I already knew who it was.
“He won't give his name, but he insists on speaking with you alone.”
I sighed loudly, “Alright, show me to him.”
Mihkhi showed me to the towns holding cells. “Third one to the left,” he whispered from the guard’s door.
I looked down the hall and there he was. Erwren. “I told him not to follow me.” I turned to look at Finaris, “Can you do me a favour?”
Finaris entered the jail, to talk to Erwren. I had her get him to give his name, and why he had followed me. Apparently I had forgotten something at the inn. She had asked him for it, but he told her that the guards had taken his belongings and that he no longer had it on his person.
The woman called to Mihkhi to bring Erwren's pack. A short time later, Mihkhi returned and passed Erwren the bag. From it he pulled an object.
From where I stood, I could not see what it was, for Mihkhi’s broad back was blocking my view. Erwren passed it to Mihkhi, who in turn gave it to Finaris.
“I'll take this to Linea. She might then come to see you. But I make no promises.”
Finaris turned from the cage and walked back to where I hid. She passed me the item.
“My book,” I breathed, eyes not moving from its cover. “I can't believe I forgot this.”
“Linea,” she said, drawing my eyes toward hers, “I think the God’s are trying to push the two of you together.”
Suddenly scared, I shook my head, “No. It was an honest mistake.”
“I'm going to take this to my room, then I will come back to talk with Erwren.”
I hurried away from the cells to the room that I held for the past two hundred years. I but the book with my things, and sat at the edge of the bed. A second later, Kylin pushed her nose through the doors.
She sensed my stress, and jumped up onto the bed next to me. She rubbed her large head into my arm.
“Oh Kylin, I'm so torn. I can’t fall in love him, but if I look into those eyes again...” exasperated, I lifted my hands. “What should I do Kylin? Should I go to him, or completely ignore him?” Even though the animal did not speak, I could see how she felt in those deep golden eyes.
I returned to the holding cells. There, Finaris and Mihkhi still waited. “I'm glad to see you decided to return, Linea,” she jested at me. “We were beginning to wonder.”
“I want to go in alone,” I told them. “Mihkhi, you can unlock and lock the door behind me, but leave right away. I wish to speak with him alone. I'll call when I'm ready.”
Mihkhi nodded to me and I began to walk forward. I followed after the large man, right up to Erwren's cell door.
He opened the door, and there stood Erwren, looking out a small window. I stepped in, and Mihkhi shut and locked the door behind me.
When the lock clicked, Erwren turned to me and smiled.
But I held a firm gaze. “Why did you follow me?” I asked coldly.
His smile faded. “Linea, I'm sorry. It's just...It seemed like ye read that book a thousand times. I wanted to make sure ye got it back.”
"So you followed me! I could have come back for it.” My voice was growing steadily louder. “Do you know how dangerous it was for you to follow me here?”
His eyes held the pain of my words. “Linea I-“
“Don't,” I interrupted, “Erwren, you could have been followed by Mondorian soldiers, or a witch hunter. If you had led them here, everybody in this town would be in danger. And now you can NEVER leave this place. You can NEVER again see your family.”
His eyes went wide, “What? Why can I no’ leave?”
I took a deep steadying breath, “Erwren sit down a minute.”
He did as I had asked, and I sat next to him. “Have you ever heard of Queen Mora's Witches and of her hiding them somewhere?”
The man nodded. “Yes she never told a soul and for that she burnt for her people.”
“She never knew. Only one did. And that secret has been with my blood ever since.” I was not yet ready to tell Erwren that I was an elf, but I did not lie to him either. “The one she told swore her blood to keep the Witches safe. And so it has been for the past 200 years. If you leave here, I could risk breaking a vow that has been instate for centuries. I know that for some reason the Mondorians were chasing you that day. If they were to find you, they could get that secret from you. And if that happened, everybody who lives here would die.”
We were both silent a moment.
“If that were to happen I could not live with myself.” I stared down at the cold stone floor, as a single pearl tear trailed down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.
“I'll talk with Finaris, see if you can be let out of this cell.”
I walked towards the gates, and called for Mihkhi. I stood with my back to Erwren.
“Linea,” he called, and I turned to face him. “I truly am sorry,” he said this as the door unlocked and slid open.
I smiled softly, and left the cell, returning to speak with Finaris.

The following morning, Erwren was released from the holding cells.
That night was Valley View's anniversary, and the start of a weeklong celebration in honour of Mora.
Finaris showed Erwren to his temporary room, which happened to be right next to mine. During the day, I showed Erwren around the town, and introduced him to some of the people. Including the group of men and women he would be working with. The Hunters, who were led by Ecneliov.
Ecneliov was a tall man, with iced blue eyes. He had long dark hair that was usually tied into a low horsetail.
Finaris once told me that Ecneliov longed to be with me. Last year, he went so far as to try to bed me. I told the man, that I would never love, and that there was no hope of a future together.
At the time he seemed to take it well, but now, seeing me with Erwren, the man suddenly seemed jealous. His aura was so dark, that it gave me a dull headache.
After the introductions, I said farewell to the group. As Erwren and I turned to leave, Ecneliov pulled me aside.
“Linea,” he said my name softly, “Do you have anybody escorting you tonight?”
I took a step away from the large man; something was off with him. I didn't want to be near him.
And neither did Kylin. She began to growl, low in the back of her throat, as if threatened by him. I took this as a sign.
“I’m sorry Ecneliov, but somebody has already asked me,” I lied to him, “I will see you tonight.”
I turned away, back to Erwren's side. As we walked away I could feel Ecneliov's cold glare stabbing at my back. I ignored the discomfort caused by him, and continued the tour with Erwren.
I could feel how much he was enjoying the Witch City, though something still bothered him. He was worried about Adrika. She had never before been alone in this world.
I was so tempted to wrap my arms around him, and to kiss his pain away. Again I restrained myself, but for how much longer I could do that, I didn't know.
Soon I realized how late in the day it was becoming.
“Erwren,” I said, “I am going to go get ready for tonight. I will see you later.” As I turned to leave, the man called my name, and I wheeled back to face him.
“Can I pick you up, for tonight? I mean...I don't really know anybody here as well as I do you. And I would much enjoy having you. To talk with that is.”
I smiled softly. “Of course Erwren.” Inside, my heart was leaping blissfully, but I still kept a calm exterior.
While I got ready, Kylin lounged on my bed. My hair was left long, with a few pieces curled, for varying looks in texture, and than tied those pieces back. My make up was natural and subtle, with only a hint of colour. A touch of shimmer was dusted across my cheeks, arms and collarbones.
But for the life of me, I could not find a gown to wear. And then there was a knock at the door.
Oh no! I thought, He's here!
“Linea,” a woman's voice called to me and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Finaris, come in.” Even my voice sounded anxious. My friend was clothed in a teal blue-green gown. It had one strap with rhinestones covering most of the top half. Some of the stones formed darker blue flowers and vines. It curved into her knees, and flared at the very bottom, with a slight train. It was a beautiful match to her eyes, and a sharp contrast to her hair.
“Linea! Why aren't you dressed yet?”
I shook my head, and ran my fingers over my brow. “Oh, I don't know Finaris. Its no use.” I sighed deep in frustration and flopped on the bed next to Kylin. “I'm a wreck. Why does this man hold so much sway over me?”
The woman rummaged through the wardrobe and removed a white dress, with bright magenta flowers.
“Try this,” she stated, and smiled at me, “Linea. Can't you see that you're falling, hard?”
I shook my head from side to side, my hair moving into my face. I slid the dress over my body. It was strapless, and cinched at the waist. The bottom belled out, with crinoline showing at an uncoloured slant at the bottom.
“No, I'm not falling. No matter what anybody says. I am not falling for him.”
I looked into the standing mirror. The dress hugged me in all the right places.
“It's perfect,” Finaris said with her delicate smile. “I have to go meet Mihkhi. I'll see you at dinner.”
The woman opened the door, and jumped back slightly.
“Erwren,” she said.
I spun around quickly. From where I stood, I could not see him.
“How are ye Finaris?” he asked.
“I'm quite well. Now if you'll excuse me, Linea should be along shortly.”
Finaris walked pass the man, leaving him in the doorway.
That was when I got my first look at him. Simple black pants, with a white peasant top. The lacing’s had been left opened at the throat. His dark hair was tied back into a low horsetail.
The man’s honey-coloured eyes widened when he saw me. “Linea,” his voice was but a whisper, “you look stunning.”
I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. “Thank you,” I said, and quickly turned from him. I took a few deep breaths, to calm my nerves.
“We should be going,” I suggested, moving to where he stood.
Erwren moved out of the doorframe, allowing me to pass him by. He closed the door, and offered an arm and led me to the courtyard.
With Kylin following close behind, we left for the first night of events in Valley View.

The dinner, as usual, was a magnificent feast. All the finest breads, meats, fruits, ales and wines were served. After the feast, the tables were cleared and the music sounded, beginning the dance.
Kylin sat lazily at my feet, with her siblings, Aleron and Baton.
The towns folk were getting to Erwren, and from what I could tell, they trusted and liked him. But he was like that. A gentle soul, that any man, woman, or beast could trust.
As the sun began to set, lanterns in every shade imaginable were lit.
That was when Ecneliov approached me. “Linea, I thought you said you had somebody escorting you tonight?” He sat next to me and took hold of my hand.
The three great cats growled low at him.
“I'm here with Erwren,” I said pulling my hand back.
“Well, I don't see him anywhere.” He moved closer to me. Something about the man was so off. I'd never seen him like that before.
“Ecneliov. Erwren is just getting to know the people here. He'll be along shortly.”
“I see,” he walked away from me as Erwren approached, clearly nervous.
“Linea, shouldn't we be heading inside. The sun is setting, and the Vampyr will be out soon!”
I smiled softly at him, he did not yet know of the Magick of the town’s borders. “Erwren sit down a minute.” I turned to him. “You don't need to worry about them here. There is nowhere in all of Madgarou safer than here. The dark ones cannot so much as see this town, let alone enter it. And believe me, they have looked.”
His eyes met with mine. “You're sure?”
I laughed gently, and took his hands. “Yes Erwren. I wouldn't lie to you. Not about this.”
Our eyes remained locked for a moment. Then that same cold feeling washed over me. I shuddered and looked around. All the while Erwren and I were talking Ecneliov was watching us intently. His cold glare sent a second chill down my spine.
I sighed deeply and turned back to Erwren. “Trust me, your safe here.” I gave his hand a soft squeeze, and continued to gaze into his face.
We slowly leaned together, until a strange scent caught my nose. The distinct smell of oncoming rain.
I looked up to the sky, the horizon was bright pink, and the stars were beginning to unveil.
“Erwren, find Mihkhi. Tell him I said there is a storm approaching. Help him bring down the lanterns, and take them inside. I have to find Finaris.” I left Erwren sitting there bewildered, and went to find my friend.
I found Finaris, slowly dancing with Mihkhi. Their bodies were pushed tightly together. “Finaris, I'm sorry to interrupt.” They stopped their dance, and turned to me, “But there is a storm coming. A big one.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded, “Mihkhi, Erwren is looking for you. Help him take down the lanterns. Finaris, make the announcement. Get everybody inside. Hurry!”
The sky was darkening quickly, as Finaris hurried to the bandstand. She silenced the people, and told them of the impending storm. They hurried to get everything inside before the clouds opened up.
Once everybody was indoors, the music and dancing started up again. I stood just outside the doors, watching the black clouds roll in, covering the silver waxing moon.
When the first drops of water hit the green earth, I stepped inside and closed the doors behind me. I nodded to Finaris, acknowledging the storm, before walking across the room, and again taking a seat. Kylin found me quickly, and sat next to me with her head on her paws.
Nobody, but myself, noticed when the thunder boomed overhead and it was not long until Erwren found me.
“Linea,” he asked meeting my eyes, “would ye care to dance?”
I hesitated a moment, before standing up to take his hand. He guided me onto the floor and placed his right hand on the small of my back. His left hand sat in my right one.
I took in his scent. The sweet smell of the forest after a storm. We glided across the floor, all the while gazing into each other’s eyes. I could see something in the golden depths of his eyes that was not there before.
“Linea,” Erwren breathed, dipping his head down, “I know I have only known ye for a short time, but I think I'm falling in love with you.”
I stopped dancing and shook my head, “No,” I whispered, “Erwren, you can't.”
I broke from his arms, and hurried through the crowd to the doors. I heard Erwren call after me, and silver tears began to fall down my cheeks.
I opened the doors and ran out into the pounding storm. I was running as best I could back to my apartments, when somebody grabbed my arm.
I turned around to see the face of the very man I was running from.
“Linea?” Erwren said. I could see the confusion etched into his face, “Why did ye leave?”
Lightening flashed above, followed shortly by the crashing boom of thunder.
“Erwren, please. Just let me go. You can't love me.” More tears filled my eyes, and I was thankful for the rain.
“Why? I cannot deny my feelings for ye Linea. Just tell me why I can no’ love you. Or is it that you can no’ love me? Are ye too afraid to love me?” I became angered, and ripped my arm from his grasp.
“Yes I am afraid. Afraid that if I loved you, you would grow old and die, and I will remain forever like this. I won't age, I can’t.” It was the scene from my vision; I failed at preventing it from happening.
“Damnit Linea,” Erwren yelled over the rain, “Don't lie to me.”
“I'm not lying. I'm immortal, and not exactly human either.”
His brow furrowed in frustration, “What in the name of the God’s are you talking about?”
Again I turned from him. He couldn't possibly believe what I was saying, so I would go.
But the man wouldn't let me leave. He grabbed my wrist and turned me back toward him. Erwren held my upper arms tightly. “Just tell me the truth! Tell me how ye feel!”
I kept a firm gaze on his. “Fine,” I yelled, over another boom, “If it is so damned important to you.” My voice was beginning to shake, “Since the first moment I looked into your eyes, I loved you. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I love you?” My chest heaved up and down.
Erwren's hands moved quickly into my wet hair. He pulled me closer to him, and took possession of my lips. At first, I half-heartedly fought against him, but after only a moment, I let that wonderful thing happen.
When he moved back from me, his thumb caressed my jaw line. “Is that the truth?”
I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving his.
“Good,” Erwren leaned back down to me, that time kissing me slowly and sweetly. That second time I returned the favour. “And is there anything else you need to tell me?”
I bit my lip and nodded, “I don't think you'll believe me.”
The man smiled warmly, “I'll believe anything you tell me, as long as you swear it to be true.”
“Okay,” I said with a sigh and looked up at the clouds, “Can we just get inside first?”
And with that Erwren took my hand and led me back to the apartments.
After drying off and changing, we sat down across from one another. He took my hands in his and squeezed gently.
“Erwren, what I told you earlier. That I'm immortal...It is the honest truth. I'm an elf. The last of my kind.” I removed my hands from his, and pulled my hair back behind my ears. “This is what I truly am.”
His hand slowly went up to the sides of my head. He lightly ran his fingertips over my ears, tickling sensitive points. I flinched back slightly, and smiled at Erwren.
“This is real,” he breathed.
I nodded and told him my story. After I finished, we both sat silently for a moment.
“You swear to me that all of this is true?”
I nodded yet again, “I could never lie to you.”
He smiled affectionately, and leaned toward me. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling my body tightly against his. His tongue brushed against my lips, begging for entrance to my mouth. I parted my lips ever so slightly. His tongue danced with mine, and I moaned softly into his mouth.
Gently, Erwren laid me back on the bed. His hand trailed my curves, and then came to a rest on my waist. His kisses trailed down my neck and across my collarbones. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling the man closer to me.
He pulled his face away from mine for only a moment. “I love ye, Linea,” he looked deep into my eyes.
“I love you too Erwren.”
And we continued, only stopping for a moment, when his bare flesh frightened me. I had never before seen a man like this.
Seeing the sudden look in my eyes, Erwren stopped, with his hands placed on my thin waist. “We do no’ have to do this, if ye are not ready.”
I shook my head slowly, “No, Erwren I want to. I really do. It’s just,” I swallowed hard, “I have never done anything even remotely close to this before.”
The man smiled affectionately at me, and once more slanted his lips over my own. At that simple gesture, all my fears washed away.

We breathed together, and a gentle breeze moved through the room, cooling our bodies, which were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Erwren lifted his head, and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
I smiled with what little energy remained in me, as the man rolled off from me. He pulled the blankets over us, and then encircled me in his arms. It was in that protected position that I fell into the best sleep of my life.
When I awoke the following morning, I could not believe what I had done. I wasn't, by any means, ashamed, but I could not believe that I had given away my immortality. For that was all that worried me: If Erwren were to hurt me, my promise to protect Valley View, would prevent me from dying of a broken heart.
I truly loved him though. Feeling complete, I sighed, and rolled over to face Erwren. His eyes were closed, and for the first time since I had seen him sleeping, I actually pushed the hair away from his face. When my fingertips graced his skin, a strong hand reached up, and took hold of mine.
I smiled as Erwren pressed the palm of my hand to his lips. His eyes opened and delighted in my presence. “Good morning beautiful,” he whispered and caressed my cheek.
“Good morning Erwren.”
His lips slanted over mine. When he pulled back, he continued to rub at my cheek, while looking deep into my eyes.
I knew he could see the worry etched in there.
“What's wrong, lass?”
I shook my head. “Nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking.”
His hand caressed up and down my arm. “Linea, something is bothering ye. I can see it in yer eyes.”
I sighed deeply, casting my eyes downward before answering, “Would you ever hurt me Erwren?” The question seemed blunt and strange coming from my mouth.
His brow furrowed, and he returned his hands to my cheeks. “What? Linea, I wouldn't do so much as dream it. Why do ye ask?”
I turned my body away from him, and sat up with the sheets tucked under my armpits. “I've given you my immortality Erwren. If you were to break my heart, it would kill me.”
He wrapped his arms around me by stomach and kissed my neck. “I love ye too much, to do anything of the sort.”
I sunk back into the bed, and Erwren kissed me sweetly. He shifted his body partially over mine, and placed a strong hand on the soft skin of my breast. “Ye have my word.”
I smiled gently, as a tear surfaced in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, and he placed his hands on my hips. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He held me that way for the God's only know how long, until I heard a scratching at the door.
“Kylin,” I said. With a sheet wrapped around my body, I got up from the bed. I hurried to the door to let the great cat in. When I opened the door, Finaris stood there, about to knock. “Linea,” my friend said, “I was worried about you. You left so early last night.”
She pushed pass me, but stopped immediately. “Oh,” the young woman had caught sight of Erwren. “I see...Well, I should probably go. Find me later.”
Finaris left us as quickly as she had come.
And Erwren started laughing. I walked back to the bed, with Kylin close behind.
“That wasn't funny,” I sat down next to him.
“If ye had seen her face, ye would have laughed too.”
I turned to face him. “You're right. I didn't see Finaris' face, but I could feel how terribly uncomfortable she was.” My eyes met with his, “If you had felt that, you wouldn't be laughing.”
Erwren's smile faded, “I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you are an empath.”
I sighed and smiled lightly. “Among other things,” I kissed him. “I'm going to go talk to her. Meet me at the gardens later today.”
He nodded and gave one last kiss.
I quickly showered and dressed for day two of the festivities. I pulled my hair up, and placed flowers in the curls. I hurried from my quarters, to Finaris' study. As usual Kylin followed me closely.
I knocked lightly at the door. “Enter,” her soft voice called.
Cautiously, I opened the door, “Finaris,” I said closing the door behind me, “I know how uncomfortable that was for you, and I'm truly sorry.”
“Don't worry about it Linea,” she replied, “I was caught off guard is all. I...I truly didn't expect to see him there.” She motioned for me to take a seat, “but as for what happened to you last night...” she didn't need to finish. “And to think, just yesterday you said this would never happen. Want to tell me about it.”
I told her everything from when Erwren asked me to dance, up to when he kissed me in the rain. “I've never felt this way before. I've never been so happy.”
Finaris smiled. “And all this after you said you would never love a man. So much for denying your heart.”
And I couldn't help but laugh.

Normally by the end of that week, most residents of Valley View were dead tired, but this year was different. This year, all were ecstatic for Finaris' wedding to Mihkhi. She was a descendant of their Queen, the very woman who kept them alive.
I performed their hand-fasting ceremony, binding them 'for as long as their love should last.' After the ceremony and reception, the dance commenced. The people partied late into the night, before the newly weds left to seek their matrimonial bed
Each day Erwren and I