Underground Revolution

Saying Goodbye

Feeling as though they're being escorted back as they wander down the path after Sabastian had told them running would only attract more creatures of the night. Walking for awhile in front of Daemon and Ray he didn't like that he couldn't see them and that their whispers turned to silence. So, he stopped and watched them stop with him before gesturing for them to move in front of him. Ray narrowed her eyes a bit at Sabastian before rolling them, making the elf roll his eyes right back in return but taking the short opportunity to look around the trees not seeing any movement. Blinking several times as his vision changed he didn't realize it was so cold outside as the area grew a blur of blues hues, besides the two of them walking in front of him.

Having Dragon abilities gives him many useful powers that puts him higher than the other elves when he was ranked, but he will never tell his King he isn't happy with such an advantage. Some of those abilities are his strength, size, hearing, smell, and sight- a vision of sight that can change his most commonly used is infrared light vision. Putting him in charge of his Kings army he is the highest of the Elven Knights, the caption of the guards, and or army.

With a slight curiosity he holds his hand up and looks at his red hot hand compared to her looking a warm orange, yellow and wonders lightly what the difference is. If her being raised by humans had calmed her abilities,, whatever it may be, he knows that his king won't be happy that she didn't know what she is or who she was till yesterday morning when they accidently met by the creek.

Arriving back at the farm Sabastian keeps his distance behind them as he watches the old man rush for the girl and when he hugs her lifting her into the air his chest aches a little. Watching silently for a moment he clears his throat and Morte sets Ray down narrowing his eyes at Daemon and Ray,

"How dare the two of you!" he snapped, Daemon's eyes narrow at his feet as his stomach flipped, "Specially you, I thought you cared for our girl instead you go out and let her put herself in danger"

"I-" Daemon goes to think of an excuse, a reason of putting Ray in danger, but a realization he isn't as strong as he believed himself to be is punishment enough making him frown as he admits it to himself, "I have no excuse, Morte"

"You must be a dark elf?" Morte questioned, his old grey eyes moving past his two kids at the large elf standing behind them like a dark shadow, but the long black haired man shook his head and gave the man a wicked smile that told him he couldn't be more wrong,

"Names Sabastian I am here to take my Princess home with me"

"THIS IS MY HOME, SABASTIAN" she snapped looking over her shoulder, but the elf growled pulling his ears back as if to remind her their deal, "I decided I should give these creatures a chance and go to Sabastian's home" she emphasized, "To see if I can fit in with them, if I am not happy there he said he'd bring me home"

"Ray" Morte warns, "Sorry she has always had the tendency of speaking her mind"

"So does her sister" Sabastian glared his eyes wondering the field between the two hut houses and to the fire between the two homes he recalled from the night before when he had been spying on them, "Your father will be expecting us soon so we should leave at first light"

"Where is he?" Ray questioned, Sabastian a bit surprised that her temper had gone down and she hadn't denied him being her father this time,

"The Underground City on the other side of the West Mountains" Sabastian answered her honestly, his face not showing any kind of emotion startling Morte a little because even dark elves show emotion- not usually a happy emotion, but you could usually tell what they are feeling. Not with Sabastian though this elf seems different, not different in such an awful way but he knows in his stomach that Sabastian is much stronger than all the other elves he had met before- including her father the king of the elves- Reign.