Ashadern's World ~again a working Title~

[† Talena Mae]

NOTE This is once more copyrighted to me, any use of all or part of the story will be dealt with by the full force of the LAW

~Talena Mae~

1

The day was sinking into the darkness of night, the sweet smell of the hot earth as it started to cool spread through the house. The sun sank lower and the crickets started their songs, the noise was calming and that is what he needed. The world was changing, moving into a direction where war was inevitable, the Witches, Wizards, Warlocks, Elves and Humans would be going to war with each other. Something needed to be done to keep the animals and their protectors safe. The Protectors were little beings, about knee-high to a fully-grown human male. They were always the hardest hit when a war broke out. Not many of Terras’ other residents cared what happened to them, to most of them the Protectors were little more than a nuisance, but there were few who could remember the old days when all the beings lived and worked in harmony.

Ashadern was one of the few, he was a unique man. At his age he still remembered the storied his grandparents told about the first ship and how many years ago, there were cross breeds of all kinds. Now anyone admitting to be a cross was killed, his own mother and father died not too long ago in the village of Timma for looking the way they did. Ashadern was one of the lucky few, he looked more human then others, and no one knew in this village what he really was. He had fled Timma when he saw his parents taken to the village square, with only the clothes on his back. The young man he was ran. When he could no longer run anymore he would hide amongst the grasses and shrubs to sleep, once rested he would get up and do it all again. Whenever anyone got close to working out what he was, he moved onto the next village, his aimless wondering has been a part of his life for more summers then he cared to count. The man he was now was growing tired of moving, he longed to make friends. Someone he could share all his secrets with, someone who would accept him for who and what he was.

The sun had dipped below the horizon and the scent of the scorched earth was now much stronger as the darkness tried to cool the ground, somewhere an owl hooted. Its hunting cry beautiful in the night, the crickets stopped their chirping at its call. Now the only sound was the owl calling to the night, the gentle rustle of the wind as it danced through the trees.

Ashadern had watched the sunset from the wooden bench next to the front door, his mind had taken in all the sights and smells of the day turned night. Not often did he get the chance to enjoy a sunset in its entirety, so whenever he got the chance Ashadern never passed it over. He stood and stretched making all his joints pop, with a slight smile on his full lips Ashadern turned to walk into his borrowed home. The owners wanted to go see some relatives in the next village and were worried about leaving their home unoccupied when he had stumbled to their doorstep. He had asked them to stay for a while to rest up before continuing his journey; they looked at this as a sign and asked him to watch the house for seven settings of the sun. He had willingly agreed, as he had desperately needed the rest that only a good clean bed could provide him. They left him in the house the next sun up, Ashadern had now been here for the seven suns. On the morrow, they would be home and he would be once more on his feet, not that Ashadern minded now he had rested.

Reaching the lounge Ashadern packed all his belongings into his satchel, it was a meagre collection of clothes and the two little figurines of his parents that he had made himself. There was also his sleeping mat and blanket, some dried food and some coins for when his stories were not enough for a room and food. He placed the pack by the door and stretched out onto the couch in front of the dead fireplace. Soon he would have to get up again and clean but for now, all he wanted to do was rest, so Ashadern closed his eyes and let the blissful slumber take him where it may.

The sun was high when Ashadern finally opened his eyes, he sat up so quickly that his head swam and his vision blurred. The dream had been vivid the sights, sounds and smells. As if he was really in that place at that time, he rubbed his eyes; it was time to talk to the elves. The high Elven should be able to help with the dreams; he was a master at walking the dream path. Ashadern stood and started to clean the house, the owners would be back soon. The cleaning took him a hand span to complete, there was not much to be done, but Ashadern thought if it were his own home he entrusted to a stranger he would want it to be spotless when he got back.

He shouldered his pack and walked out the door, he had perfect timing, as the owners were walking up the dirt lane towards the house. He waved at them and walked into the forest, Ashadern did not wish to speak with them so he walked as fast as he could, moving much deeper into the forest. Soon the birds started singing again and Ashadern slowed his pace, he had nothing to gain wearing himself out so quickly. A shallow stream crossed his path and Ashadern thought it would be a good time to stop and take a drink. He took out his water-skin and filled it to overflowing before he put the stopper back in, he tied it to his belt before kneeling at the bank, he cupped his hands and drank until he felt ill. A twig snapped and Ashadern stood, in one quick motion he scanned the forest with his eyes until he spotted the male high in the tree. His features were pointed; he also wore a camouflage of greens and browns to blend in with the forest perfectly; if Ashadern was not part elf himself he would never have spotted the scout.

Ashadern turned slightly to face the elf fully and resting his right fist on his chest bowed deeply. The elves eyes sharpened slightly as he returned the gesture before jumping from the branch to land lightly in front of Ashadern.

“What brings a half-breed into our forest, I thought they had all been killed by now.” The elf sneered

“I wish to talk to the high elves of this forest if you please.” Ashadern replied showing no emotion at having been called a half-breed. “I would like to ask permission to continue on my wanderings.”

“You wish an audience half-breed?” The elf stiffened he was not used to politeness. “What makes you think they would grant one such as you an audience?”

“I am sure they would, as I am being on my best behaviour. Plus it is out of consideration to them I request one, my lord elf.”

The elf considered Ashadern for a moment before nodding. He turned away and leaped lightly into the trees. Ashadern followed leaving a polite distance between them, they raced across the trees for two hand spans before the elf stopped and turned to look at Ashadern.

“You will have to be blindfolded from here half-breed.” He pulled out a length of cloth and approached Ashadern, who bowed again and after straightening his back stood still and waited for the elf to finish. “Put your hand on my shoulder and I will not lead you astray.”

Ashadern did as told feeling extremely vulnerable; it was dark under the trees so he did not have the warmth of the sun to tell him what direction they were headed. To Ashadern it felt like they had been walking for three hand spans, he was growing tired but did not let his guide see how fatigued he really was.

“We are here half-breed, you can let go and remove your blindfold.” Ashadern did as instructed and went to hand the cloth back to the elf. “Keep it half-breed, I don’t wish to keep anything you have soiled. Now if you will excuse me I need to burn my shirt.” He bowed and walked away leaving Ashadern standing in front of a massive tree. It looked like the stairs leading up into the branches were grown from the tree, he studied them closely, and was correct, the tree had grown them from itself.

“Quite the sight, is it not?” A voice sounded from behind him, Ashadern turned and looked at the elderly elf. He had long silver hair, but as the elven ways, there was no hair on his face. The older elf was still beautiful, his face still smooth and free of the wrinkles and liver spots a human would get. Ashadern bowed to him deeper than he did the other elf, and as a further sign of respect kept his eyes lowered when he straightened.

“You are polite for one who has never been to our Arèla before; may I ask your name Lord?”

“Ashadern my Lord, it is my pleasure to meet you.” Ashadern replied keeping his eyes on the elf’s bare feet, listening to the hitch in the elf’s breath as he mentioned his name.

“The pleasure is mine my Lord Ashadern, I am Lord Lüno, and if you would follow me you are expected.”

Ashadern followed Lüno up the tree-stairs twisting around the trunk of the ancient tree. He had time to calm the anger he felt towards the rude elf that led him here. So what if he was a half-breed, he was many other things also, none that he would care to discuss with the elves here. They would kill him if they ever found out he was a mix of human, elf, wizard and a protector. He was one of a kind; nobody he had come across had had a mix of all the races running through their veins. It was a death sentence if anyone found out, and if Ashadern did not speak and act with caution here, it could be the last place he would ever see.

“Lord Ashadern, we have arrived.” The elder elf informed him pulling Ashadern out of his musings. “I do not need to remind you to remember your manners, as yours have been polished brightly.”

“Thank you Lord Lüno,” Ashadern bowed deeply, “May your mind stay sharp.”

“May your arm stay strong my new friend.” Lüno replied bowing in return.

Ashadern walked under the archway marvelling at the perfect engravings along its wood, not a piece had gone to waste. All over the arch were vines, leaves and elves. Ashadern thought that even if he was given the rest of his life to examine the archway he still would not find every picture it contained. Squaring his shoulders Ashadern walked into the tree with his eyes downcast once more, he stopped halfway into the huge room and bowed to the thrones still a good distance from him.

“Ashadern, come forward child, I wish to see you in the light.” Said one of the most beautiful female voices he had ever heard. Ashadern did as he was instructed; he walked forward until the leg of the throne came into his vision. “Look at us Ashadern.”

Ashadern raised his head, before him sat two stunning elves, the male was on the right and the female on the left. Their hair was as beautiful as spun gold, long and flowing, their faces pointed like all their kind. Eyes of the lightest blue one would think they were iridescent, that shone with so much knowledge it was as breathtaking. The male elf looked so much like the female at his side that Ashadern wondered if they were siblings. Clarity came to him then and remembering his manners he looked down once more.

“Well done Ashadern, there are not many men or elves that can look away from my sister once they behold her beauty,” said the male sitting on the right acknowledging what Ashadern suspected of their relationship, “what brings you before us this day?”

“I have come before you my Lord and Lady, to ask permission to pass through this forest unhindered as I continue my wanderings.”

“Where are your wanderings taking you Ashadern? For you have been walking far and wide, I have heard whisperings of you.” Said the Lady, Ashadern heard her sharp nails tapping on the wooden arm of her throne.

“I go wherever my feet take me Lady, at the moment I have not thought passed going to the next village.”

“Hmm, well brother what say you?”

“I say let the half-breed pass and think no more of him, for it will only bring us trouble the longer this volatile creature stays here.” Ashadern fought to keep his hands from becoming fists, again with the insults when he had done nothing to deserve such treatment.

“Yes, I agree brother, let Ashadern pass, unmolested. Lenè; let it be known what we have said, Ashadern you may pass through our lands. But remember the world is moving into disorder and you shall be needed, go in peace Ashadern.”

He bowed again and backed out of the room, once he hit the archway Ashadern straightened and turned walking the rest of the way out of the hall. He was angry; Ashadern could feel his annoyance and hurt bouncing off him in small waves.

“Forgive the children Lord Ashadern; some of us still remember you from the old days, but the children do not believe in the old tales any longer. It is such a shame, we would learn so much if we paid closer attention to history.”

“History is important Lüno, more important than these children will ever know. The girl in there, what was her name again, Ah Lenè, do they not care that they said her name to a stranger without her permission? Do they care that my name was used without my permission?”

“No Lord, they care little for the girl, apparently her family are well below the Lord and Ladies status line. As for you, you are part human Lord so they will hold that against you no matter who you are.”

“Lord Lüno these times we are in now are trying, and for them to be so…” He started walking down the stairs, anger is not something he felt often, but he was feeling it now. He could hear Lüno struggling behind so he slowed his angry walk to amble along next to the aging elf. “They are rude Lord Lüno, and rudeness when it is intentional is something I frown upon.”

“If the true king would take the throne all of the elves would have to obey his orders Lord Ashadern.”

“The true king does not want the throne Lord Lüno, you know that as well as I. He does not want to be bothered with the politics any longer.” Ashadern and Lüno reached the bottom landing and bowed to one another straightening before the elf Ashadern met in the forest came into view.

“Please remember Lord that some still remember the old stories and believe them.” With those parting words, Lüno walked away.

“Turn around half-breed; I need to blind fold you once more.”

“Wrong Lord elf, I was given permission to continue my journey unmolested, so point me the way out my good elf and I will leave your city at once.” Ashadern replied looking straight at the elf.

“You cannot!” the elf yelled, “You must be blindfolded.”

“Lord, he is allowed to continue with no blindfold.” Said a voice directly behind Ashadern, “The Lord and Lady stated what he said.”

The young elf stormed off as Ashadern turned to face Lenè. She smiled at him sweetly and bowed; as she straightened, she kept her eyes lowered. “Lord if you would follow me I shall lead you to the path that will take you to the next human village.”

“I thank you Lady, please lead the way.”

Lenè turned on her heel and started walking, Ashadern had no trouble keeping up her pace; although she was nearly as tall as he was her strides were hurried. Being someone who was used to being on the road the pace was no more then an idle stroll through a beautiful town.

“Lord I was just wondering about the outside world, what is it like out there? …If you do not mind my asking.”

“Dangerous Lady, there are wild animals like the wolf or bear that will attack you if they are hungry enough. The humans are ruthless when it comes to someone who is not like them, there will be a war Lady, it is best if you remain here where you are safe.”

“If there is to be a war Lord then none of us will ever be safe, elves and human alike.”

“You’re forgetting the Protectors, Wizards and Warlocks.” Ashadern retorted.

“And you Lord are forgetting the Witches.”

“Yes very true, but their magic is the same as the Warlocks, it is just gender that determines what name they are called.”

“I did not know that Lord, I always thought of them as separate.”

“Most do Lady, but I have been out in the world and have spoken to many beings of all shapes and sizes. If it helps, they themselves think they are different.”

“I can see where they would start thinking that, one group male one female. It would be an easy mistake to make.”

“The funny thing is that the men will only take a witch as a wife for the most part. The men think human women are inferior for some reason.”

“Not just the women but the men also Lord, they have nothing that will attract-” Ashadern stopped and looked at her for the longest time, once she realised he was no longer walking with her she stopped and turned around making her way back to where he was waiting. “Lord is there something the matter?”

“Yes there is, I will make my own way from here Lady.” Ashadern tried to pull in his anger so through clenched teeth he stated, “Next time Lady, think before you open your mouth, most of the humans I have met are more civil then the elves, not to mention that I am also part human. Before I leave I will let you know this Lady, most Humans, Witches, Warlocks, wizards and protectors think the elves are too haughty for their tastes. They say the elves think way too much of themselves, and being a ‘half-breed’ I have to agree, elves DO think too much of themselves.”

Ashadern walked away the last of his patience had faded, he wondered if one more word would have him saying something he would likely regret later.

2

Ashadern went his room and sat on his bed, thankful once more that his ears were nowhere near as pointed as some of the other half-breeds around. The owner of the inn was checking peoples’ faces and ears to catch anyone of mixed races. Ashadern shifted his position causing the bed-springs to squeak in protest; he was still agitated about the elves rudeness. However, as soon as he got into town he had heard rumours of another half-breed like him, apparently a woman. The towns’ people said she was more beautiful then the elves, deadlier then the Witches, Warlocks and Wizards and more fearsome then a pack of hungry wolves. If this were true then he would not be one of a kind, if it were true then she could only be The Lady and the bad thing was, if she were The Lady, she would feel Ashadern’s presence and come to him. Ashadern lay back and muffled a curse as his head hit the wall; it did little to improve his mood, Ashadern fell asleep some time later still clutching at his head.

The morning dawned overcast Ashadern was still in a foul mood when he emerged from his room to get something to eat. He had been having a run of bad luck since he left the elven town; he had begun to wonder if Lenè could have done something after he left. Walking into the dining hall Ashadern found an empty table and sat at it, the innkeeper noticed him and hurried over.

“We ‘ave the meat that was left from last night or the wife made some porridge if ya want tha’…”

“The porridge if you please sir.” Ashadern said trying to get comfortable on the hard wooden seat.

“Right away sir, the wife wanted ta know how long ya were staying, ya see, it has been a long time since we ‘ave heard a good story.”

“I could stay one more night, but I do not have the coin for it.”

“The wife said ya could stay an’ eat free if ya stories were any good.”

“Well, how could I refuse that offer? I accept.”

“Thanks, I’ll tell the wife.” The innkeeper rushed off to get Ashadern his food. Before long, he was back placing a large bowl on the table with a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

Ashadern started his meal he had not realized that he was so hungry, he surmised that the encounter with the elves had left him hurt and angry at their rudeness, and because of that he had failed to eat most of the time. Starving his body had done him no good, as now he was constantly fighting the urge to pick up the bowl and drink his porridge instead of using the small wooden spoon.

“Ah, here you are Lord.” A bell like feminine voice sounded from behind. “I have been waiting for you.”

“And you are?” Ashadern asked not turning around to face the woman.

“I my lord am whom you have been seeking, I felt you when you came into town and wondered why it was that you did not come to see me.”

“You are The-” He stopped when she put up her hand

“Yes, I am she Lord. Now we have matters to discuss, so after you tell your stories tonight I will meet you in your room?”

“That is acceptable Lady, but I will not be finished until late.”

“That is fine, I shall see you then.” She walked off as Ashadern slumped in his seat. He knew he had been rude not turning to face her, but considering all he had heard Ashadern thought he was safer to stay facing the table.

* * *

Ashadern sat with his back to the warming fire a large crowd facing him. He took a deep breath and started on his last story for the night:

“Many years ago if someone were lost in the forest, the humans would ask the elves for their help in locating them leaving the elves gifts of human made baskets or leather. They would ask a witch or warlock to help with fires or planting paying little for the help given. The protectors would let the men hunt some of the animals in return for human grown crops. The wizards would help with potions and spells for the sick or injured. No one discriminated against the other. The world was in peace, as time went on humans fell in love with elves and had children. Warlocks fell in love with witches; elves fell in love with protectors and so on. As time went on many half-breeds were born, everyone loved life and lived happily. Then a greedy man came into power and took the throne as king.

He was a ruthless man, the people of his kingdom worked hard to ensure that he never had an excuse to look too closely at them. One day the king seeing the forests and lakes that were over his borders decided to create an army, he wanted everything and everyone under his command. The force he gathered was larger than any that had come before, the king sent them to the forests to destroy the elves. The people were surprised, the elves, witches, warlocks and protectors who lived in the forests where their friends. The residents of the forest were surprised; they knew nothing of this king or why he was attacking, the elves recovered the quickest and staying hidden in their homes high in the trees were well protected. As the years passed the war got bloodier, the residents of the forest would let none enter and killed all who managed to step into their shade. The protectors would hide all the animals, once a human got too close they would send wolves or bears to kill them.

The witches and wizards used the elements to aid them. Warlocks would cast illusions and spells to keep their homes safe. As the war continued the people, fighting against the humans began to distrust one another until war broke out between them. The half-breeds were the ones to suffer, no matter where they went they were distrusted, abused and in the end accepted by none, they were hunted and killed. As the war continued more and more beings lost their lives, the remaining few half-breeds watched on as the last of the humans on the field dragged himself over to them. The man reached out to them for help, none were surprised to see it was the king. As one, all the half-breeds turned their backs on him and disappeared into the forests.

The king died on that field and his son took the crown, the hatred that was born in the father lived on in his son. The years passed more and more beings of Terra were killed, the half-breeds that survived remained unwelcome the elves aloof and the witches, wizards, warlocks and protectors only look after their own.”

Ashadern took a sip of his ale indicating that was all he was willing to recite tonight. The innkeeper walked over to him gripping his apron.

“Is tha’ the real story?” He inquired looking at his feet. “Did it really happen tha’ way?”

“Yes my friend it is the real story, the king was a ruthless man and none were upset by his passing. When the son decided to continue where his father left, he too became hated. Over the years, people have forgotten. I remember the story because I was th-”

“You were wha’ my lord?”

“I was taught you see the story I just told has been passed down through the generations. One of my relatives was standing across from the half-breeds when it happened.” Ashadern hated lying but to keep him alive this night it was necessary. “Well, I shall be retiring now sir, please see that I am not disturbed. I would like some ale to take with me, two mugs if you please.”

“Right away my lord,” The innkeeper snapped his fingers and a girl no more then ten summers scurried over with a skin full of ale and two mugs. “Enjoy your sleep my lord and thank you for the stories.”

Ashadern nodded his thanks and made his way up the stairs to his room. Closing the door, he took a deep breath before turning. In one of the chairs before the small table was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her long black hair was hanging loose down her back and over her shoulders, her face was slightly pointed her eyes a vivid shade of green. Her tight fitting leathers showed a slender body but with wiry muscles. Her corset-like top showed that her breasts were large for someone of her build; she was looking at the candle with her long legs over the arm of the chair, her booted feet swinging slightly.

“Are you going to share the ale or are you going to stand that gawking at me all night Lord?” She inquired not looking from the candle.

“Sorry Lady, I-I…”

“It is fine Lord; I am quite used to it now. I draw attention no matter where I am.” As she spoke, Ashadern walked over and poured a large measure of ale into a mug for her. Pouring his own, he sat on the free chair and waited for her. “May I have your name Lord? You see I feel as though I know you, but your face is not one I remember seeing.”

“Lady I am Ashadern.” He looked at the candle wondering what was so interesting.

“What is your full name Lord Ashadern?” She asked.

“Ashadern D’Slan, Lady. Why do you ask?”

“Lord Ashadern D’Slan, son of Lady Arleen D’Slan and Lord Etalon D’Slan?” She inquired her voice compelling.

“Indeed Lady, They are my parents, did you know them?”

“I did Lord Ashadern, let me introduce myself; I am Tala Iselin, I am afraid I no longer remember my parents.”

“I know of them Lady, Lady Abidel Iselin and Lord Tamale Iselin were friends of my father, he spoke fondly of them.”

“Well, I should tell you why I am here.” Tala looked directly at him; she knew her beauty made people stare and fail to glance away. That is why she chose something to look at instead of them so they could talk without getting distracted. She reached forward and grabbed her drink, keeping her eyes locked with his she took a deep swallow before placing it back on the table. “Lord D’Slan, I visited with the other races, all of them-”

“You spoke with the Protectors, Elves, and warlocks?” Ashadern interrupted.

“Yes, as well as the witches and wizards, they are talking about peace.”

“Peace… It has been a very long time since the last peace talks had taken place.” Ashadern mused. “Well over one hundred and fifty years.”

“I am aware of that, now look at me and listen.” He looked at her. “They are talking about killing off all the humans, or if they all cannot be killed at least enslaving them to be breeding vessels and free workers.”

“WHAT?”

“I am afraid it is true, they do not like half-breeds,” she half smiled “But with all the women that will be left without men the males think-”

“They think wrong; I have seen many women pick up a sword, axe or knife to fight for their home, children, land and even their men.”

“That is not all Lord Ashadern, each side is whispering about betraying the other after the humans are dealt with.”

“This keeps getting better and better.” Ashadern mumbled draining his mug and pouring himself another drink. “What are they thinking?”

“Same thing the old king was, to a point. They see the land getting raped, they wish to stop it.” Tala stated then took a deep swallow of her ale. It seemed he was strong; to talk while she was looking at him, for some reason it made her happy.

“I can see where they are coming from, the humans take without giving anything back, but to kill them? I do not think that is the right course to take.” Ashadern stood and paced the world was turning upside down and here he was doing nothing about it. “You must do something!”

“Me?” Tala arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “there is nothing to gain from my being involved.”

“You cannot stay here and do nothing, which would make you just as bad as them.”

“I never said I was not going to do anything, there are things only I can do before I talk with everyone again.”

“What is it that only you can do?”

Tala gave him a piercing look before smiling sweetly at him. “I shall be going to converse with a king.”

“King Jones, you are going to talk with King Jones?”

“Indeed, I have been summoned to the court and cannot refuse.”

“Excuse me for prying, but why in the Gods names were you summoned?”

“I have been going to court for a year now, the king thinks I am some princess from another kingdom, I never corrected his misinterpretation. I guess he would like to ask for my hand in marriage.”

“That is brilliant, you marry him and stop the foolishness from that side, I go talk to the others and stop it from there side.”

“I will not be marrying him, or his son. You will need to act quickly Lord D’Slan; while I am talking to the king, you will need to make haste to the city of Quyl’enari. You need to talk to the council and at least convince them to hold of attacking for a few months. Then once they agree, we both will go into all the settlements we can and see how they all feel.”

“‘How they all feel’, as in if they want to attack the humans also?”

“Precisely, we need to know how many want a war and how many want peace.”

“So we are to be spies then?” He asked tilting his head to the side

“In a manner of speaking Lord D’Slan, I prefer to think of us as ‘information gatherers’ to be honest.”

“I like that, and please call me Ashadern, as we are friends now.”

“Very well Ashadern, please call me Tala and just so you know I am not always pleasant company.” She smirked “Please enjoy the rest of your night, if you need me for anything send a messenger.”

“As you wish Tala, travel safe.” Ashadern replied gazing at her as she stood and made her way to the door. “I hope to see you again soon.”

“You also Ashadern, please take care of yourself.” Tala walked out of the room closing the door softly behind her.

Ashadern stared at the closed door His life was changing more then he cared to admit and once more, he would end up in the thick of things. He picked up his mug and drained it in one swallow; he then pulled himself to his feet and went to bed.

3

The morning dawned bright and clear as Ashadern left the inn. He stood looking up at the clear sky, he did not wish to go speak with the High Elves at Quyl’enari but if it brought more time for everyone to live in relative peace then he would do it. Ashadern shifted his satchel into a more comfortable position then checked that his hemp belt had all he needed attached. His water-skin was securely tied to his left-hand side and his sharp dagger nestled in its sheaf was to his right, feeling around his stomach to make sure his coin pouch was hidden in his clothing Ashadern made sure to any watchers he may have that it looked like he was straightening his clothes. His sharp eyes made out the beggar squatting in the shade of the building, a cat was stalking a bird some distance away and a figure he knew standing in the shadows at the towns exit.

He made his way to the figure. As he drew closer, Ashadern recognized Tala in the shade of the shop. He pressed his right fist to his chest and dipped his head slightly; Tala returned the gesture before stepping into the sun.

“A fair morning is it not Ashadern?” She inquired a smile on her lips

“That it is Tala, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was going to accompany you to the crossroads before heading my own way.” She replied following the dirt road. Ashadern followed looking at her from the corner of his eyes he noted she was dressed for travel, a small satchel was on her back and her clothes were a light brown. Around her waist was a thong made from leather that had an assortment of pouches hanging from it. Close to her left hip was a wickedly carved dagger, it made Ashadern wonder if she had any more weapons stashed away somewhere.

“I have a dagger strapped to each ankle, a poison dart hidden up my sleeve, a dagger strapped to my back and one between my breasts.” She then laughed at Ashadern's expression. “You were staring at my dagger; it was not hard to guess where your thoughts had led.”

“You always go so well armed?” He asked looking at her fully now “Is it not uncomfortable?”

“Not at all Ashadern, you see I have spent most of my life wondering the roads and I have grown quite used to carrying around so much. Being female it is safer for me to carry around more then I would hope to need.”

“Yes understandable, I would too if I were you.” He replied grinning.

They continued in companionable silence for a while before Tala spoke once more.

“Ashadern…”

“Hmm?” He was pulled from his thoughts, “Yes Tala?”

“I was wondering why you have not made yourself known before now. You have been sort time and time again, but all the delegations sent were never able to find you.”

“I did not wish to be found.” Said a startled Ashadern, “I have had enough of war, people getting killed and losing friends and... family. I had enough.”

“Then why show yourself now? If you have had enough why agree to help now on the verge of yet another war where what is left of your friends and family can get killed.”

“I have neither family nor friends any longer. I came to the inn on need only. I needed a place to sleep that was not covered in stones or bugs. I had heard you were there, but I did not seek you because I had no wish to become involved. But you came to me, you asked to meet and you asked for my help, as much as I wanted too I could not refuse.”

“Why, why can you not refuse?”

“Because it is a fight for peace, this will be the war to end all wars.”

“We have many battles to face Ashadern before the war is won, and many allies to find.”

Ashadern continued in silence, what he said was true but it was not the whole truth. He would not expose that side of himself until he had no other choice, it would mean his death if it were to be found out.

“…Dern?” Tala repeated herself “Ashadern? Are you well?”

“What?” He shook his head “Yes, yes I am well, what is the matter?”

Tala looked into his eyes for a few heartbeats before nodding. “We are at the crossroads; it is time for us to part ways.”

Ashadern bowed formally “May the road you travel be short.”

“And may your legs carry you far.” Tala replied bowing low before taking the left hand fork.

Ashadern watched her leaving a sense of foreboding weighing him down. Something was pushing him to follow her, but thinking of the job at hand he gritted his teeth and took the right fork. He must get to Quyl’enari and talk with the Elven Council, the weight of his quest making his shoulders slump slightly. Ashadern stuck in his own musings failed to see and hear anything until a person was upon him, smiling as the man walked passed he thought it best to keep his whit about him from now on.

As the days moved on they got longer, a day out from Quyl’enari Ashadern stopped on the side of the road for the night. No towns were this close to the territory of the elven city; he had to make do with the ground for the night. Ashadern was eating the last of his dried meat as he tried to find a less rocky place to sleep.

Edited October 7, 2012 by Emotional Outlet

[Renzourin]

wow very nice work i like it already and a very long read too =D

[† ballard]

Very nice story. I liked reading it a lot.

[Oblivia]

Great! But I didn't doubt it won't be Mae. ^.^

[† Talena Mae]

^.^thank you all, but yet again that is were I am stuck LOL I wrote this in the hopes that I could continue with my first story "Blood shot eyes" But it didn't work lol.

I bit of history behind the name of "blood shot eyes"

I named it thus because I had stayed up all night writing a large piece of it, so when it came to saving it in the morning I could not think of a name... so I went for a shower... looked in the mirror and my eyes were blood shot. >.> So that is how it got the working title.

[† ParasiteEve]

Nice! I sure wouldn't mind getting to read more of this sometime.

[† Talena Mae]

I will be wring more of it soonish I think, I am trying to get MaTc and TC done though xD

[† Talena Mae]

“Lord Ashadern please join me at my camp.” A voice called from the distance, “I would like to hear about your travels My Lord.”

“Lord Lüno!” Cried Ashadern happily, “What brings you to this gods forsaken piece of the world?”

“I came to study Lord Ashadern,” Lüno replied when Ashadern got close enough so he would not have to raise his voice. “You got me to thinking when you visited us some weeks ago. So I thought I would study at Quyl’enari, as it has the biggest collection of books us elves own.”

“Very well then Lord Lüno, I shall join you. I thank you for the offer.” Ashadern bowed to the elf.

“Yes, yes it is my pleasure.” He bowed in return “It seems I have heard your name mentioned in our histories, I want to make sure I am not mistaken.”

“Why would my name be mentioned in your histories?” Ashadern asked already guessing why.

“I see by the look on your face that you know your name is indeed mentioned in our history, I wonder what for though.”

“Lord Lüno, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Ashadern lied “But you wanted to hear about how my travels went since we last met did you not?”

“I did indeed, Lord Ashadern.” He stated as he lead Ashadern to his camp. “Please, be seated... Would you like something more filling then that meat my Lord?” Lüno scrunched up his nose at the thought of eating an animal.

Ashadern sat on a large rock and crossed his ankles, “Lord Lüno, can I ask you a favour?” Lüno handed him a moss cake and nodded before sitting across from the younger man. “I wish for you to give up your research into history.”

Lüno took a bite and chewed as he considered Ashadern's request. “Why would you have me do that my Lord?”

Ashadern took a bite out of the moss cake following Lüno’s example and chewing thought for a minute, “Actually, I misworded that. I would like you to study something else for me.”

The elder man shot the younger an interested look. “And what would you have me study for you?” He asked his mouth quirking up at the side.

“Well there are a few things actually; the first is the last name ‘Iselin’.” Ashadern said thoughtfully. “The second is the elven accounts on all the wars and minor battles fought thus far.”

“Not asking for much are you?” Lüno inquired his face breaking into a grin. “Would there be anything else?”

“Not that I can think of right now.” Ashadern replied finishing off his moss cake. “But if you are willing I will let you know if I do think of anything else.” He half smiled at the older man.

“This should be…” Lüno thought for a moment then arching an eyebrow smiled fully, “an enlightening experience, I shall do as you request Lord Ashadern.”

“I thank you Lord Lüno.” Ashadern bowed from his sitting position. “Now, let’s have no more talk of this, let me tell you what happened on my way here. Hopefully it will make up for the food I have eaten.”

Smiling Lüno passed him another cake and sat back to get comfortable as Ashadern related what happened after they parted company.

4

Ashadern was tired of waiting, it had been nearly ten settings of the sun before he was admitted into Quyl’enari, and a farther five to be granted an audience. As he paced the chamber where they kept him waiting Ashadern thought over all the information that Lüno had managed to gather.

All the wars and battles fought thus far had no clear winner, both sides lost many men and woman in pursuit of a victory, noble bloodlines in all races had been lost and in each one only one thing had remained the same time and time again, the ‘half-blooded’ people from all races had chosen to watch the warring armies kill each other off.

Ashadern sighed, the loss of even one life was a bitter blow, not only to the family but to all the people wishing for peace although he knew if he wanted a lasting peace he had to prepare for a war and most likely he would face his first battle on the other side of the door.

The second thing Lüno had brought to his attention was Tala’s last name; it seemed she was telling the truth, she could not have known her parents, as they died in the last Race war. From what Lüno gathered Tala had been taken in by her father’s side of the family, the human side.

There had been one other thing Lüno had brought to his attention was a growing faction of elves, it came as a surprise that not all the younger ones failed to believe in the older story, where the True King would come and lead everyone in a time of peace. Ashadern had encouraged Lüno to gather more information and make contacts with the faction.

“Lord Ashadern, the council are willing to see you now.” said a voice from behind causing him to jump.

“My thanks,” He bowed to the elf, “Please lead the way.”

The male Elf nodded and with an elegant gesture of his hand indicated Ashadern should follow. The guide led him though the wooden doors with engravings of all the different sorts of Elves displayed on them, from the Sun Elves to the Dark elves. His guide stepped into the large room to the side and bowed low to a table set on a high platform.

Ashadern took one more step into the room as his name was announced then he too bowed low. Looking up she saw a sight that stopped his heart and increased his breathing at the same time.

Up on the dais sat all the elves, from the shining golden Sun elves, two Evergreen elves covered in green with eyes to match, pale Moon elves their eyes glowing disks of silver in their faces. Wood elves dressed in the browns and greens of the forests, their eyes staring intently at Ashadern. Last the Dark elves, their skin and hair varying shades, from the darkest black to a tanned brown. The two looking down at him were as dark as the caves they come from.

“You wish to converse with this council, ask us of our wisdom, or to see what your future may hold?” Asked a rich soothing voice, the speaker was one of the Moon Elves.

“No my lords and ladies, I come before you today to make a request.” Ashadern stated willing his heart that began to beat franticly to now slow down.

“Then ask us this request of yours child.” Said a Sun Elf

“I am older then I look.” He mumbled before pitching his voice so it would carry to the assembled elves. “I ask you to not declare war on all the humans.”

“Why would we do such a thing?” Asked a Dark Elf his voice gravelly, “surely you can see the benefit of eradicating them once and for all?”

“He is but a half-breed brother,” Said the female at his side, “Can you not see his round face and pointless ears? Maybe he has a sweetheart he is trying to protect…”

Ashadern clenched and unclenched his hands. “Not so Lady, I seek to stop the bloodshed of innocent people. Each drop of innocent blood spilled is once more stain on the fabric of our lives.”

“We will have to refuse your request,” another stated with a bored sigh “We have been planning this attack for many years.”

“You would send us all to war once more?” Ashadern asked incredulously. “For that is what will happen; you attack even one village and the kings men will strike back hard and fast. He will not relent until you all are dead.”

“You speak out of turn.” Said the original speaker.

“You have you been in hiding for far too long if you think he will not find you, or that you will not be killed. Not only will you, but your children, friends, family all shall be killed including the trees and animals of the forests.” Ashadern took a deep breath “Please, I am asking you-”

“Your presence here is beginning to offend us,” Stated a Wood elf that had risen. “You have two settings of the sun to move on or we shall be forced to remove you from our fair city.” The others stood and glided out the door, Ashadern sighed and shuffled to the door. He was disappointed at their closed mindedness, he had honestly thought that they would have at least considered not attacking for… well for a while anyway. He shook his head despondently, it was no use, he would have to do something himself.

“My Lord!” A voice called in excitement, “My lord you will never guess what I have found out!”

Ashadern stopped; he had been gathering supplies and now was resting in the shade of a tree sipping his water when he was called out to. Bringing his mind back from its wandering he looked around and spotted Lüno rushing towards him. “Lüno my friend, how fair you?”

A breathless Lüno stopped in front of the now standing man. “Brilliant news Ashadern!” he exclaimed excitedly while just managing to keep his voice down. “You would not believe what I found out! Come let us walk.”

Lüno began walking again, this time instead of his normally graceful step; he was making more noise than normal, as he spoke quietly to Ashadern. “I have managed to talk to the fiction in your stead; they want to do more than talk about things, they want to travel with us.”

“Us?” Ashadern asked raising an eyebrow, “Since when did I become a we?”

“Well, I am coming with you.” Lüno stated with some forcefulness “how do you expect to get anywhere without me?”

“I would be glad of the help my friend, but the road I plan to travel will become a dangerous one, and I cannot guarantee your safety.” Ashadern lead him back towards the dwelling he was loaned.

“let my own safety be my own concern Ashadern, I am more then able to look after myself. Now,” He said grinning ear to ear, “you have to leave tomorrow I think we will meet you on the road. See you then!”

He stood there, mouth agape as Lüno strode away humming loudly to himself. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked no one in particular.