Chapter Three: Elves

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Ivy wandered in and out of consciousness. The injection they gave her must have been rather strong as she couldn't stay awake for more than a minute or two.

"What shall we do with her?" Hissed a nasally woman's voice nearby.

"India, we can't give her to them. They will reign down disaster to this world, they will take her power!" Replied a man's voice.

"But... But having her here is dangerous for us!" She heard someone step forward and then the man spoke.

"India, we have to do this." Ivy could feel the unmistaken tug of sleep fill her. As much as she tried, she couldn't stay awake and fell into a fit full sleep.
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She dreamt that she was in a meadow. Her yellow dress swirled around her legs and her Pa and Mama looked down at her adoringly. Kit and Lilo ran up to her and pulled her towards the forest.

"What? What is it?" She giggled along with them.

"We have to show you something!" They exclaimed in unison.

They all ran deeper and deeper into the forest until they were all gasping for air.

"What do you want to show me?" The twins turned to her in unison and their voices were flat and cold.

"Join us. Be with your family." She blinked.

"But I am!" She looked down at her self and then at them to see that they were in the same clothes that they died in. She looked down at herself again, she was no longer in her yellow dress but in her assassins clothes; a white men's shirt, tight black trousers, boots and her favourite cloak. She looked at the twins and felt tears trickle down her face,
"You aren't real." She sobbed and watched them turn to ashes.
"This isn't real."
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Ivy jolted awake to a loud clang that rattled the huge building that she was in and shook off her dream. The bag had mercifully been removed from her head and she could now see her surroundings. She was strapped to a chair in the middle of a huge warehouse with rusty boats and wheels scattered this way and that. Out of no where, someone slapped her across the face . . . hard.

"Hey!" She shouted at the woman, India maybe? "What was that for?!"

The woman smirked and walked off towards the green exit.
"Little weasel! When I get my hands on you i'll-"

"You'll what?" A calm voice asked and leant down in front of her so that he could see her face. Her coal black hair hung in front of her heart shaped face, hiding its contents of bright green eyes with quiet flecks of gold, full lips, prominent cheekbones, sharp jaw, and light skin. She didn't consider herself much, and she didn't really care if she was or not; she was just trying to survive.

The man went to push aside her hair and she growled at him, making him pause.

"Touch me and I'll gut you." She hissed, making his eyebrows lift in amusement.

Then, something clanged next to her and she whipped her head around - and froze. There, unconscious with his hair a tangled mess it was unmistakable.

"Alex?"
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Ahhhhh Skyrim music!! My otl ? V v v sorry it's so short but do not fear there's a chapter right after thisss.

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