Gifted [UNEDITED]

Chapter Three

    The atmosphere was quiet. Everyone kept silent, all the attention was fixed on the bride and the bridegroom. The Celestial temple was filled with noble elves and common elves alike, they were all present to witness the wedding of Councillor Ignarim's daughter.
   
    The air was filled with burning incense, and the temple had only candle lights illuminating it. The priest still backed the people, facing The Red stone, he mumbled some words, and turned. "The Divine conjugation shall now commence", he announced.
   
    Aora never wanted to attend the wedding, she had so many reasons not to. For one, she never liked Marra, the two had never gotten along. "So much fuss, for a simple wedding," she told Kamirel. But he wasn't paying attention, his eyes were closed, and he was praying, like the other elves were doing.
   
    She smacked him lightly, "didn't you hear me?", she asked. She glared at him and sighed, moving her lips uneasily.
   
    "I did, but I was praying. You were supposed to be praying too", Kamirel corrected.
   
    "You know I don't believe in all these rituals, they sicken me. I'm getting suffocated, the air here is dry", Aora replied.
   
    "You have to stay here, your father gave strict orders not to let you go anywhere".
   
    Aora rolled her eyes, "I don't think you can even stop me", she hissed.
   
    "I can do anything now. I'm a Red Falcon now you know", Kamirel replied.
   
    "How did you even become a Red Falcon so fast, you're not even Falcon material", Aora teased. She smiled at him, her perfect set of teeth made him blush.
   
    "I'm not Falcon material? I led fifty soldiers into battle..."
   
    "Correction, you led them into an ambush, and you ran away with your tail in between your legs", Aora cut in.
   
    Kamirel paused, he looked at Aora, his eyes had a look that said "why me?". Aora laughed, and poked his chest, they were very broad and thick.
   
    "I now pronounce in the name of The Celestial King, that you are now husband and wife", the priest announced. Aora stopped laughing. She saw Marra smiling, and her husband waving, she sighed and pulled back her long hair. "She's only eighteen you know", she told Kamirel. He nodded, and gestured towards the door, "why does it bother you?", he asked.
   
    "It doesn't, it just annoys me", she complained. Kamirel held her hand, it was so small in his, he looked up and saw Red Falcons, he knew they were Red Falcons because their helmet had a red falcon on it. But something wasn't right, their weapons were different. Their hilts were snake shaped, instead of having a lion head.
   
    "Stay close", he told Aora pulling her close. He quickened his steps, as he walked past more Falcons, he noticed the same thing. He looked around, he noticed only a few soldiers, all the Falcons were posers. He signalled Domrath and Gnorath, they were on the last floor, they nodded and looked around too and noticed. Gnorath raised a finger and circled it slowly, Kamirel nodded.
   
    "What's going on?", Aora asked, she was starting to panic. The only time Kamirel was ever serious with her was when they were in danger.
   
    "Don't worry, nothing is happening", he assured her.
   
    "Secure the locations of the Councillors", he whispered to one of the soldiers. The soldier didn't question, he just nodded and left, ten other soldiers followed him.
   
    Kamirel brushed hurriedly through the crowds, trying to get to the exit. "Run, don't look back, just run", he told Aora. She tried hesitating, but Kamirel stiffened his grip, and forced her out the door. Domrath joined him at the exit, "where is Councillor Borath?", Kamirel asked him.
   
    "I told him of the situation, he asked of his daughter, I told him she was with you. But he refused to leave, he insisted on staying", Domrath answered.
   
    "And you let him?", Kamirel asked, he widened his eyes in surprise. "Oh Celestial King", he exclaimed "He never learns. Fine, let's get these people to safety".
   
    Soon, Gnorath joined them, "the other Councillors are safe, the High Councillor did not attend the wedding, and the general already left", he told them.
   
    Kamirel was about to reply, when he saw the fake Falcons drawing arrows. "Everybody get down!", he yelled. Before the elves could take action, hundreds of arrows were pouring.
     Some elves were shot in the eye, Kamirel saw an elf running around with a bloody eyeball. A young elf of about three was shot in the forehead, he had been running, shouting "Mama! Mama! Mama!". Some were shot in the heart, some in the leg.
   
    Kamirel led some soldiers to the last floor, they rushed up the stairs, their boots pounding hard on the steps. When they got to the top, Kamirel raised his hand and brought it down very quickly. Miaddrian archers started shooting at the fake Falcons, before they could react, Kamirel and other swordsmen were at their necks.
   
    "Don't let them escape!", Kamirel ordered. He rushed down with the hopes of catching at least one of them.
   
    "Sir, the general wishes to see the commander", a soldier told him.
   
    "Go find him, I've got criminals to catch", he replied, mounting his elk. The soldier refused to leave, "go find him, leave my presence", Kamirel insisted.
   
    "Sir, the commander is dead. And there are no Red Falcons here."
   
    Kamirel groaned. Usually when there's no commander, any Red Falcon can take command. "You can leave now. I'll go see him", he told the soldier. 'I wonder what he wants', he thought to himself.
   
    "What happened?", Uzrath asked. His face was straight, his nose pointed, and his eyes dark grey, he was pale skinned, and his eyebrows were bushy.
   
    "Sir, the Falcons. I don't understand, they weren't falcons. They were posers.", Kamirel answered.
   
    The general was silent, he stroked his long white hair. "It's fine. Don't dig into this, forget about the issue".
   
    "Sir, children died! soldiers died! They could have been your children, it could have been me!", Kamirel exclaimed.
   
    "But it wasn't. Obey orders, don't dig into this", the general warned. "I should not get any whiff of trouble from this case. Understood?"
   
    "Yes sir", Kamirel mumbled.