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Princey Wincey: Part 3

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Torve was rudely shaken awake by yet another Dark Elf group that had beaten the last one for custody over the heir of Reaven.

The had walked for a few hours when Perci gasped, Torve's head shot up to Perci. She stared in awe in the direction they were heading.

Torve looked a head aswell. He almost gasped but caught himself, in the distance was a beautiful city. It was dark and looked like death, but it practically glowed in riches and power. It looked even better than the capital of Reaven in a sick and twisted way.

Prince Torve smiled at Perci, he whispered quietly, "almost there."

Perci nodded, "Almost there."

Now:

As Prince Torve and Perci were slowly moving closer and closer to the dark city. They had reached the next 'border', probably the last one before they reached the capital citiy.

The dark elf in command called out, "we have a special package to deliver to the council of death! Let us pass!"

"What's the special package?" A gruff voice yelled back.

The elf who currently had possession over Perci and Torve started to tense, realizing they might have to fight their way out of this. Sadly the elves had not yet figured out it was better to just give up the 'special package' and stay alive. The elf called back, "it does not concern you. Let us through and we will remember you for your generosity."

Suddenly a large elf jumped down, he was huge compared to all the other ones they had seen. Probably the biggest so far. The monstrous thing growled, "watch your tongue, dirty murky grievance."

Perci whispered to Torve, "big words for such a big guy."

"I know right," Torve laughed quietly, "you would excpect him to be a dumb brute."

Perci giggled causing the brute to look at them. His muscles rippled, and he slowly pulled his jagged sword out of his sheath, causing a silence. All the other elves who were from a lower post also slowely pulled out their weapons. While Torve stepped closer to Perci trying not to shake at the attention, Perci just smiled at the question the brute asked, "who are you." If you could call it asking.

Perci smiled at him and lightly curtsied, "my name is Perci Jackson. But I'm sure you don't care about who I am, rather who the brave and young rich fellow behind me was, eh?"

The brute's eye narrowed to slits, while the leader of the lower post hissed at Perci, "silence you insolent mortal."

Perci just stepped to the side and waved a hand to Torve, she announced with a loud voice, "may I present to you, Crowned Heir Prince Torve of the Mighty Reaven!" At the end she practically yelled it.