Moon Elves Of Elements

Prologue

What am I? Where am I? In the sea of confusion, in my own blood? My dark emerald eyes bled out. The trail of red tears streamed down my face as I uttered, "Am I sane?"

For I had no idea of what I was guilty of but something was upon me. No inside me... I didn't know what had gone over me but it was something peculiar, a strange familiar odor surrounding me endlessly. But none of these warlocks or witches seemed to care that I might be dying. I have waited for this moment on death row, captivated by the sun beaming above me. I close my eyes gingerly as I have remembered the times when life was so simple.

Why me? It seemed the gods have punished me. I smiled ear to ear, ready to accomplish my final demise. Smack! I winced in pain, only to let out a hearty laugh before lashed again.

This time the pale, emerald whip left a gnarly gash across my face, only for my wounds to be evaporated into nothingness. Everything was nothingness. I must not let them see my pain, I must not. I must capture my father's legacy and make a living for myself. For all it's worth, I've prayed to all the dragons and kingdoms that I would have my life again on the village farm. I've longed to live the simple, easy life again as a farmer's daughter.

I have longed for many suns and moons that the beautiful, gnarly, turquoise river will release me from this bad dream, I thought as the witches and warlocks poured the liquid down the top of my mane. I could hear their laughter and chants as they whipped me again, cursing my name and hurling saliva down my throat everytime I lifted my jaw.

But was there sanity? There seemed to be non existent in this world anymore as all the young kins and older warlocks took a turn kicking me. What has Everdale gone too?

I looked before me as I heard my father's words. They have continued to comfort as I was not sure if I was going to make it another Eclipse. His echoes filled my mind as each whip lashed across my skin, leaving a gash that would then evaporate again but this seemed to enrage them even more. Each lash becomes more vigorous, and more painful. My father's words became louder as the pain became greater. I started to become numb and felt the nothiness as they lashed me harder and faster. I began to laugh hysterically as the man, with the black veil covering everything but his eyes picked up an axe. It was made of steel and shining against the light. The metal was beautiful and so will my death.

Remember who you're.

My father's words echoed repeatedly in my head. It was the one thing that was keeping me sane, for I might've had gone mad.

My beautiful little girl. Remember who you're.

"Ever-"

"What did you say, you disgusting little twat!" They spit on me as more as the punishment got worse every sound I've choked out. "Shut up bitch!" My throat was now surrounded by a big, peach hand and I was hurled to the air and held there, feet hovering over the dirty cement.

They were all laughing, the witches and warlocks, their cloaks heaving against the wind. Sand whirled into my emerald eyes as it trickled down red goo. I wanted to scream and cry but I couldn't succumb to the strength that was now overbearing. My throat closed in and my eyes fell to the back of my mind. But throughout all of this I was still smiling, and I couldn't even fathom why. The only thing that was casting over me now was my father's voice.

My little girl. Remember who you're. I love you...

Daddy look what we have succumbed to. I laughed as his words stinged to my mind. I am as good as dead.

"I'm a lost prophet father."

Remember the village. Remember us. Please don't forget.

When I had mustered to regain the air that was deprived from me, I choked out before my very end, "I-re" A silver, long knife cut the cord as red ribbons dripped down my gown, gushing from underneath my head.

"Bitch didn't I tell you to sh-"

And then I saw white... What a beautiful death...