As the shimmering rays of the gleaming sun faded away into the glistening spark of the full moon, the elves drew nearer to their enemy. The rigorous trek continued to falter Edwin, but seemed to have had no effect upon the others. With a vague gesture of the hand for halt, Evariah spoke out in a whisper, her piercing eyes glaring in all directions, “I sense the enemy nearby.”
Bows at the ready, the elves treaded cautiously in the dark, damp forest. All of a sudden, a brute axe shot out of the distance and was aimed straight towards Edwin. Myrth’s superior strength and speed enabled him to shoot an arrow of equal power to counter the anonymous blade, and it simply dropped onto the rigid ground. Out of the shadows, stepped forward a swarm of ravaging goblins with the vicious content to kill. “It was an ambush!” realised Arwen.
Without hesitation, the elves engaged in combat, firing away graceful shots from their Elvin bows, and slashing blissfully with their glorious swords. Every shot and every slash was of perfect precision and targeted the enemy’s vitals, resulting in an instant kill. The elves started to struggle in holding their ground as the goblin’s numbers were substantially larger. As the night grew older, more blood was spilt and the elves could not maintain the goblins anymore. “FALL BACK!” shouted Myrth, “FALL BACK!”
The elves swiftly evaded many of their fierce attackers and dashed into the dark, densely packed oaks. Followed closely behind, was the uproar of swarming goblins with monstrous axes in their demeaning grasp. Edwin followed Myrth and the others in escaping the large mass. As the gruesome wails grew less with every step, they were convinced that they had escaped the horrible goblins. Suddenly, a twisted cry fell upon their narrow-tipped ears and a goblin swung its sharp steel axe, piercing Edwin’s leg. Evariah quickly responded with a gracious swing of her divine blade across its distorted neck, and it fell instantly. Edwin roared in pain, and consequently attracted the rampaging goblins.
“We must flee now!” exclaimed Arwen. The sound of screaming monsters gradually increased and the group grew ever more hesitant of the situation.
“I cannot move my leg, comrades!” shrieked Edwin.
“He cannot make it. We do not have the strength to carry him in our current state, we must make haste! Leave him be.” Arwen declared.
“There is no other choice… Arwen is right. You will only drag us behind,” agreed Myrth reluctantly.
“But wait!” protested Edwin. However, it was too late. They made their decision. They turned their back on him. The volume of the endless wailing of goblins increased as the figures of his so called ‘comrades’ dissolved behind the tall, solid oaks. Edwin’s insides burned in a feeling of sorrow, misery and anger. His wound was deep, but did not harm him more than his feeling of rejection.
“Well, well, well. Look at what we have! Elf Scum,” claimed the goblin, proudly. Edwin could do nothing more but stare into the goblins red repugnant eyes and justify his comrade’s despicable actions.
“What? An elf that can’t talk! Haha!” laughed the goblin. Edwin made no sound but felt betrayed. He could do nothing more, his mind became obscured and blinded him the fact that he was surrounded by the enemy. He slowly panned his view in disarray, and then felt a large blunt object strike his head.
Edwin woke up, and found himself in a large, foul pit, with a throbbing headache. Both his hands and feet were cuffed securely, and tried frantically to escape, but was all in vein. The sad and deprived elf sat there in the dusty corner, hugging his bare knees, asking himself, “why?”
Heavy footsteps approached and the familiar face of the wretched goblin presented itself in front of Edwin again. Its grin revealed the black and decayed teeth behind those battered lips. “What will you do with me?” asked the elf bluntly.
Its foul grin grew wider. “Nothing,” he simply replied. “As an elf, you are immortal. So I am going to do nothing with you, and let you rot in that pit for the rest of eternity.”
The elf was not surprised, nor did he care. He simply sat there, staring at the moist soil surrounding him. After a long pause, the goblin blatantly asked, “You are an elf. Why are you not as beautiful as the rest?”
“Oh I am much more beautiful than they are. I would never have succumbed in letting one of my comrades fall behind and get captured,” the elf replied, still staring into the vast shades of brown in the soil.
“Haha. Maybe they disowned you because of how hideous you are!” laughed the goblin.
Infuriated, the elf exclaimed “That is a very bold statement, especially coming from the likes of you!” With clenched teeth, deep breathing, and a violent glare in his eyes, the elf rose up and twisted his arms around his neck. He pulled the metal chains as tight as he could, and as the light from his dull, chocolate eyes faded away, dropped to the ground.
