"This way Ser, we can lose them in the forest!" Daniell called over his sholder, pulling back a tree branch that blocked a winding path.
"I hope so.." Christina murmered nervously, tugging the ravaged sleeve of her prision clothes back onto her sholder.Daniell held up a hand for silence, cocking his head to one side to listen. His eyes suddenly widened in fear as his sharp ears caught the sound of thudding footsteps growing closer, spun on his heel and dove into the bracken followed once again by Alistair and Christina.The tangled branches slashed at skin and clawed at their ruined clothes. Something smashed through the trees behind Alistair, causing him to swear as he lost balance. Lunging forward, the closest guard swung his sword, slashing across Alistairs back. He let out a faint scream as blood burst from the wound soaking his shirt red. He gasped as he was cornered against a tree trunk, the rough, flakey bark bit into his wound. Alistair closed his eyes and waited for the deathblow. Three shots sounded, whistling past his ear and over his sholder. Opening his eyes, he looked around curiously. The band of Severin's Guards lay at his feet, each with a white-fletched arrow embedded neatly in their throats, dead instantly. Christina and Daniell apeared at his side moments later, both staring about in confusion, atempting to locate their savior.
A deep but quiet laugh sounded behind them. The three of them span around in surprise. Perched atop a massive gnarled treeroot, covered with moss and damp with dew, was another elf. He wore a leather hide jerkin, leather boots and gloves and a quiver slung over one sholder. Lowering his beautifully crafted bow he tucked a stray few strands of his long, dark blond hair behind a pointed ear and jumped down, keeping his knees bent for a moment before striding forward. His bright green eyes caught Daniell's and a big grin spread on his face.
"Dan!" He cried, sholdering his bow," My friend!"
"who- Kestran?" Dainell began to smile and embraced his friend's forearm in greeting.
"You know eachother?" Christiana enquired, looking from one elf to the other.
"That i do, this is Kestran. He is one of the Wood Elvenn.Travelling folk.'The People', as we city born elves call them.
--more coming later--
