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Logline
An elf, unaware of the power she holds, searches for her own kind while fighting against threats who seek to destroy her and everyone she holds dear.
Blurb
Born an elf into a world where elves are hunted and killed, twenty-two year old Faeda fears she may be the last of her kind. Hiding amongst those who would sooner see her demise than help her, Faeda is forced to live a life of secrecy. When she hears whispers of a place filled with those of her kind, Faeda goes out on a desperate journey to find them. However, as she meets and discovers new friends and companions, Faeda has a gruesome realization: there are beings out there killing people like Faeda—and they're working for more powerful beings. Now, Faeda must protect her new friends and keep herself safe...before she and those she loves are killed.
~Prologue~
"Arnasa, Arabella." The midwife inhaled deeply. "Breathe."
The elf let out a piercing scream as she held tightly to the midwife's pale hand, her screams drowning out the screams from outside. Her dark skin was caked with sweat, her dark red, curly hair laying matted around her.
"Are they not here yet?" she asked weakly.
"I'm afraid not. But, we cannot wait any longer. This baby is coming, whether you want it to or not."
A tear ran down Arabella's face. "Please, Lena, I cannot...," she groaned, shifting in the bed. "I will not bear this child without him here. I need...I need Eldar." She let out another agonizing cry, squeezing Lena's hand. It felt like her insides were being torn apart. She turned her head, looking out the window of her one floor wooden house. All she saw was darkness and smoke. "How...how is it out there?"
Grabbing a wet towel, Lena patted the mother's forehead. "It's pure chaos. The elves are doing their best to fight them off, but...he is destroying everything and everyone." Lena let out a soft sigh. "Arabella, your child may not make it."
Arabella shook her head. "My child will. Trust me." She paused. "How far are they?"
Lena grew silent, listening. "Gage said about 10 miles, but-" she was interrupted by another loud cry, Arabella's back arching off the white bed. "This baby is coming. We cannot delay. I'm sorry." She raised from the bed, standing at the foot of it. "Now, bultza."
Arabella screamed as she began pushing.
"Bai!" exclaimed Lena. "Yes! Keep pushing!"
But, she could not hear Lena's words of encouragement, all she could feel was pain. So much agonizing pain...and it wouldn't stop.
Arabella didn't know how long she was pushing. It seemed never ending. She needed Eldar. Needed his strength.
"You are doing so good, Arabella," praised Lena. "Now, I just need one more push. Give me one more."
