Blood and Dust

Prolouge

                                                                                    Prolouge

      The beating of his heart sped up faster, and faster.  How could he have not seen this coming? How could he have not seen this at all? He looked from side to side scanning the way to find her.  The faerie that lay in distress, the faerie that lay helpless. The sound of his heavy feet hitting the pavement was the only thing keeping him going. His heart ready to burst, He found her lying there.  Dead.  Her ravishing Lavender hair slowly dancing down her shoulders as her pale frame glowed in the moonlight.  His Love was gone.  His love was dead.  Falling to the ground he grabbed his vibrant flaming red hair and pulled at it as his tears poured out. His Leena, How could his Leena be dead? He watched the moon and the stars danced overhead.  His eyes drifted back down to her sweet face with the soft pink lips and deep green eyes.  His heart was bleeding.  He wanted to lie down and die right next to her.  He grasped her hand in his and held her corpse in his arms crying, unaware to the fact that he was being watched.

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“Jerome!” The little 3 foot elf piped up in its tiny voice.  A lean dark figure appeared from behind a dark tree his eyes shooting the elf a warning glance, telling him to shut up. The elf noticed and bit its tongue deciding it would be safer to keep quiet. The figure reverted his soft lavender eyes then back to the boy sobbing over the corpse, his thin lips curling into a smile.  The elf began jumping up and down mouthing incoherently. 

     “Whatttt?” The figure hissed his eyes blazing with what seemed like eternal hatred, the wind took off as if his anger caused it to rapidity change.  Color rushed to the elf’s cheeks.

     “I just wanted to know whether you wanted to leave now before your father has a fit.” The elf mumbled gazing shamefully at his ratty old shoes.

     “In one minute Earm, just one minute.” The boy spoke slyly. 

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      “Leena Don’t be dead. I love you.” The redhead cried still clutching the corpse he gazed around the moonlight lit forest, when all of a sudden he caught sight a set of soft lavender eyes turning to a stunning color of turquoise blue all the while gazing back at him.  His heart filled with rage. He jumped to his feet running, ready to kill.  But soon enough they vanished.  His heart dropped seeing as the owners of those eyes were gone.  He was going to kill that monster one day he vowed, for taking his Leena.  He then noticed next to him was a scrawled message in a barely consistent script, engraved in a dead tree. He pounded his fist into the bark and ran as if his life depended to get out of there.

                                                 All There will be is blood and dust.