Dark Again

Prolouge

Rain pounded on the roof of the carriage as it bounced and jostled down the muddy road. The passenger, an elderly gentleman, was quite pale and nervous. He clutched his precious cargo, an engraved box, like his source of life was in the mahogany container. Lightning flashed. For one second, it was as bright as day outside and the man saw what he feared most, outlined against the sky. His heart raced. He pounded on the wall and yelled to the driver to go faster. The horses started to gallop, racing to their destination and the storm whipped the exterior of the carriage. The passenger sat back with a sigh of relief. Lightning flashed again and thunder shook the sky, blinding him. When he could see again, there was another passenger in the carriage. A she-elf, he realized with dismay. The elven girl grinned wolfishly and spoke.
"Hello, Doctor Smyth. You have something that doesn't belong to you." In the blink of an eye and a flash of curly red hair, she whipped out a knife and held it under his chin. "Hand it over willingly, now," the maiden demanded. Hands shaking, he did as he was told. "Good..."she crooned. Tucking the box under her arm, she opened the door to the carriage, which was still racing along the road. " Oh, and this is from the Widow. Brinthign!" She reached out and touched his wrist. A mark glowed there for a second before seeming to soak into his skin. The man reached to his throat as though he couldn't breathe, which, in fact, he couldn't. The elf turned and jumped out of the carriage, disappearing into the nighttime forest.

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Soooo how was this? Yeah, it was a bit violent but, really, it had to be like that. You'll see why later.
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