Ariele shouts out to the people in town, standing beside the southern gate.. "Farewell, proud citizens of Troll's Bane, or whatever. May you have a long and healthy life, the one I was denied."
She rushes out of the gate, her eyes filled with tears, but she isn't able to cry, she won't allow herself to do such.. Everything had gone wrong, from the beginning, but the last letter she recieved, was the worst. She had nothing left. She had left Dhaeraow's black cape to Samantha to give to Fjaen, since it belongs to him more than to her now, she wasn't worthy to carry it..
Running over the bridge over Troll's Vein, to access the southern part of the isle she hears someone shout "Stop!", but she ignores it and keeps running.. The trees becomes more and the plains turn into forest.. She slows down to breathe, she breathes heavilly.. Here she will meet whatever foe, skeleton or troll, to fight her last battle amongst the mortals..
As she has collected her breath once again, she starts moving through the dense forest, pulling the two dwarven axes from her belt, just in case something would surprise her. As she went deeper, nothing were heard.. She heard her boots against the forest floor, the tiny metallic sound from the steel boots. Suddently, there was a howl..
Ariele froze.. Wolves.. The only thing she feared, if she did not have her bow in hand... She though if she went back, and took another path, she would come across a troll or even a skeleton.. Turning around, she saw a wolf crossing the road back, growling fiercly at her. She turned pale as two other wolves appeared.. They started circling around her..
She shook her head, there was no time to be afraid, she readied her for battle and raised her axes to fend them off.. One of the wolves attacked.. It ripped in her unarmored leg, causing a wound.. She cursed and winced as it hurt alot.. The wolves pace fastened, and they growled louder, they're eyes allmost red now due to bloodlust.. She could smell her own blood in the air..
She took the initiative and leaped at what looked like the pack leader and swung her axe at it, hitting the wolf in the side. It ran away with it's tail between it's legs and a wound in the side.. The two other wolves were now left, they were rested, high on bloodlust, she was tired, scared and the wolves knew it, they could smell her fear..
One of the wolves leaped at her, knocking her over, and the other wolf quickly ran in to help in ripping at her. She got bitten and scratched. She tried maniacly to defend herself with the axes, but soon the bloodloss and the ripped arms had drained her energy and she dropped the axes.. Tears running from her eyes, she was being ripped asunder alive and she whispered to herself with the last breathe in her torn body... "It hurts..."
The broken elf has had her last fight.. Now she can finally be reunited with her family, with the one she loves the most... In the afterlife...
A broken elfs last fight..
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