DROW | ATEEZ

The Wooden Elves

As the rays of the sun finally arrived and shone through the cracked windows, the light shone so powerfully down into Y/n's eyes, waking her up from her deep sleep. She lets out a low groan as she still felt quite sleepy, but yet she dragged herself up from underneath the blanket that had been covering her naked body.
She rubbed her eyes and looked down beside her to see Sylvar sleeping peacefully on the same spot where he passed out last night after their love making. A smile appeared on her lips as she remembers it all from last night, a faint chuckle escaped out of her mouth as she gently brushed some of his long black hair away from his pale beautiful face.

Feeling awake, Y/n swung her legs over the edge of the bed and silently went to get dressed without waking him up. After being done with her dressing, something had suddenly caught her eyes and she went to take a better look at what happened to be an leather covered book there were laying on the creaking floor. Y/n looked back at Sylvar, who still were fast asleep on the bed, without any further hesitation, she grabbed the old book and sat back down on the edge of the bed and slowly opened the book.
"The Drow." She muttered the title of the old book. She tilted her head aside while she raised an eyebrow and flipped another page.
"Through the old folklores and myths, Drows are the dark side of the elves. Drows are as beautiful and charming like the elves there lives to protect the forest and all its creatures, but deep down, the Drows are dangerous and violent.." Y/n shook her head as she had never heard of these so called 'Drows' . She peeked back at Sylvar, who tiredly groaned as he tossed around in the bed.
She looked back down at the book and flipped yet another page, "Drows have an tendency to become extremely aggressive. First when an Drow have claimed an person as their lifelong soulmate, they becomes extremely overprotective and obsessed with that one person, but the bad side of it, is that their so called love will be able to take bad control over them and in most of all scenarios, they ends up killing not only those around them, but also their soulmate and children." Y/n became more and more nervous for those Drows, but that one word 'obsession' had caught attention as she looked back at Sylvar once again. He had claimed her as his obsession, he had brutally killed Simon and kidnapped Y/n. She silently shook her head again, refusing to accept that he might be one of those Drows.
She took a deep breath before she closed the book, not wanting to read anymore of it.

Not wanting to seem suspicious, she put the book back on its place and went to look through the old window, taking a look over the free green grass there were waving in the soft wind, along with the light green leaves on the trees. She sighed as she looked up at the bright sky above the small hut, a faint smile appeared up on her lips.
Suddenly a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around her small waist and hurriedly pulled her back down on the floor as the next moment an sharp arrow were shot right through the window, causing the glass to shatter into a hundred pieces all over the floor.
A low groan could be heard as Sylvar tried to cover her from the sharp splinters of glass and got hit instead. His bare skin got bruised as he still were naked.
Y/n looked shocked up at Sylvar and asked in an stuttering voice, "w-what's going on Sylvar?" Tears slowly began to build up in the corner of her eyes as she were fearing what might happen next. He gulped hard as he looked over at the arrow, there were hanging in the wall behind them.
"It's the Wooden Elves.." Y/n looked up in shock, the Wooden Elves were attacking them, "b-but why would elves do something like this?" Sylvar remained silent as he knew why they must be here. After that night with the young elf there were wandering around in his territory and had enchanted Y/n by his beauty.
"Let me handle this, my dear, just stay in here and don't leave before I give you any permission to do so, okay?" Y/n didn't knew what to say, so she silently nods at his words. Sylvar knew that the Wooden Elves never make a move alone and he knew that there were way more than just one hiding in the forest, so he were to get ready finally face the Wooden Elves.

After getting dressed, Sylvar went over to Y/n once again and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer until there were no space left between them. He slowly leaned closer until their lips finally connected, "it won't take long, I promise." He silently whispered as he broke the kiss. Y/n nods as tears wrapped up in her eyes, deep down she didn't wished for him to leave her alone in the house, but she could clearly see it in his eyes, there was something wrong and he were afraid that something might happen.
She watched as his thumb lightly wiped off her fallen tear, "don't cry, my dearest.. I will be - okay.." he were a bit hesitant with the last word, but he didn't wanted to worry her. Sylvar is strong in his power and magic, but against a bunch of male elves, he is helpless.
Before leaving, he gave her one last kiss, before he took his leave.

Outside he were met not only one elf, but many more there appeared from behind the trees with their arrows pointed right at him.
The glow of his blood red eyes and the dark mist of magic there surrounded him like an dragon's fire.
"You cold blooded Drow! You killed Tassarion and hung his dead body up near the elf territory! How dare you to kill an elf, you dirty Drow!" Sylvar rolled his eyes at the elf there spoke and beside him, the male elf began to tear up as it were his son, who had been lead out of forest by the thousands of fireflies.
"I hope that one day, if you ever were to get a child.. you would experience the same lost!" The father of the young elf spoke in an low, stern voice.
Sylvar silently shook his head and spoke, "you should be watching your kids before they leave your territory, cuz entering an Drow's territory won't end well for any creature.. no matter if it is an elf or an wolf!" The elves all stood in shock, but deep down they knew very well that all Drows were never hesitant and ready to kill everyone who either fears them or provoking them.
"We knew, all along, you were never one of us! You have always been an Drow! Your whore mother had been fucking around with an Drow!" That voice who spoke were familiar to Sylvar, he knew who it belonged to and the moment the elf that he used to believe were his father stepped out of the crowd with his bow in his hand and a bunch of arrows hanging down from the bag on his back.
Anger began to build up in him as those hurtful words about his mother were spoken.
"But that never mattered, cuz we actually found something that you might feel some connection with." Sylvar raised an eyebrow, until suddenly a few male elves appeared behind the crowd, with an male Drow in their grip. He took a few steps backwards as the Drow got pushed down on the ground in front of Sylvar. He felt how his heart began to beat even faster.
"His name is Solvar, he is the one who have been fucking your slutty mother fat with his outcome.. you!" Sylvar looked up from the Drow and then back at the elves, with a shocked expression on his face.

"He is my.. father?"