Seeing Red

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10

             We didn’t know where we were going at first; we just went in the direction Levon told us too, as he had proven himself many times before. But as we began to move in a particular direction our destination became clear. We were going to Yvon; an Elven city that was still free of the guardians. I hurried our pace to get there. I was tired of being around other races, (no offence you non-Elves) no one could understand an elf better than a fellow elf. As we neared the gates I smelled fresh bread and coarse leather, the city elf master crafts, and I sighed. This smells meant home to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zevvran doing the same thing. We exchanged an excited look

Home was what it said. I looked at Amarie and Levon. Amarie didn’t seem to notice while Levon was wrinkling his nose

“Eww! What type of smell is that?” I glared at him and he added hastily “it’s wonderful!” Amarie giggled in her high girlish laugh that still scared the cob-swaddle out of me. It sounded funny coming from someone as scary as her, anyways by far I think Levon was the favorite among the group because of his youthful thoughts and childish innocence. I heard Amarie tell Zevvran the other day not to tell too many gory stories because they seemed to disturb ‘the pet’. I thought it was funny at the time. But now I could see it was true. The pet part I mean. It didn’t matter what Levon said, nor did, we just let it slide. I smirked at the thought. It was more like we were his pets. We slipped into the Elven city, and I felt another wave of excitement. The first thing I saw was the gathering of Elves in the center of the city. A crier was shouting something that obviously caught their attention. I looked over at my party

“Why not go see?” Amarie asked I shrugged and we headed over to the center and listened to the crier

“The Guardians are coming! There is nothing we can do anymore, for they are many and we are few! There is truly no hope my brothers and sisters! There is nothing left we can do!” the crier said. There were tears rolling down his face

“But we will not give up!” he shouted “We will not give in! This is our city! And they will not get it without a fight! So this is goodbye my family! For tonight we will be enslaved, or die in the process, just remember” he paused “that we will always be family, and we will always be free” the crowd was in tears as well now, and people were speaking in low sad voices. I couldn’t let this go on any longer;

“Stop people of Yvon! There is always hope, there is always a chance” I shouted. Everyone turned to look at me.

“And who are you stranger? Who are you to come here and fill our hearts with false hope?” a crying woman at the front of the crowd asked. I lowered my hood and said

“I am the Red Maven” there was a flash of red light, and then I was the Maven again. There was gasping and disbelieving glares

“The story of the Red Maven is only a fairy tale! Everyone knows that Mavens are silver and never red” the crier said

“You mean like this?” Amarie asked stepping out from behind me, she lowered her own hood and there was a flash of dark silver light and then she too was a Maven. The crier lowered his head

“Even if you are a Maven, what can you do to help us?”

“I can fight with you. We can fight with you, it’s our job after all”

“you would do that for a bunch of strangers?” the woman asked me, her wide eyes looking hopeful

“This is as much of a home to me and my betrothed as it is to you.” I said

“Oh thank you! Thank you Maven!” the woman said and the group of Elves cheered in a loud cheesy way

“Um… don’t get too excited” Levon said “we don’t give guarantees”