Elliza

Chapter 8| Victory Favors The Cunning

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Elliza
(3rd Person)
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Deverych sat stunned as Elliza finished telling him of her plan.

His role to play if he wish it.

Deaval was the first to respond "You're a fool!" He shouted "to base a plan on such a thing!" He was furious that she suggest something so foolish.

Elliza was quick to respond, quick to defend "I may be taking my next steps on uncertainty, but it is I who will stand on uneven ground should this fail, it is not you who falls it is I" she spoke harshly.

Deverych studied Elliza for a moment, he understood more than any what she was aiming for, he wanted it too.

"What is in it for you?" He asked, Elliza snarled. He knew.

Yet he still doubted "Nothing" it was true she would not gain anything. Nothing.

For it was not something tangible that she sought after, that she schemed for.

"Think what you will, when the opportunity comes, if it comes then it is your decision" she spoke getting up and making her way toward the tent opening however she paused.

Without looking back she spoke "You can hide and cower if you wish, but you would have achieved nothing, changed nothing, history favors the bold and victory favors the cunning, remember that my friend" and she left.

She knew her word to be harsh, she also knew he would ponder on them until the day would come.

And Elliza knew the man who had lost his wife to slavery, had watched men butcher her, would do what was right.

Elliza knew Deverych would make the right decision.

Elliza left the camp, Leaving behind a satchel, with a gleaming silver crown tucked inside.

A reminder.

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Oryn and Brann
(3rd Person)
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They left under the cover of night, having been given their tasks.

Both upset that they would not be there for the human girl, with hair white as snow. No, they would be headed far into the mountains and far beyond the shore, while Elliza would be within the enemies grasp.

They knew of the cruelties committed within the castle, had been made to endure it.

They had barely made it out with their lives, but their minds had been damaged. They would not soon forget the haunting memories that plagued them.

Perhaps it was why the twins had cherished Elliza so much, the girl who had given them their names.

She had spent countless nights learning to read, had spent those nights learning not for herself but for the two boys who could not speak, who would only ever be able to communicate through letters written on a page.

They had known nothing of it, until she had come to them paper and ink in hand.

She had asked the twins to write down their names and they had hesitated, as the two had forever been nameless since birth.

They had written just that, nameless.

Had watched the girls emotions play before them as sadness met wrath withing those light blue eyes. Until it had turned to something truly terrifying.

Her eyes held a defiance she had not been born with, but one she had learned through many years of her own hardship.

It was that defiance against those who had hurt them that led the young girl too give them their names.

And in a world that only took away, it was that act of giving that had made the boys truly want to live.

Elliza Arowen had not stopped giving to the twins, she had built them a home, had bartered for a semblance of freedom for which they now had.

So they would not fail her, they would continue to walk beside the only person they had ever thought of as family.

Oryn and Brann fought for no one, if they did not fight for Elliza.

The two twins shifted, their pitch black wings pushing them up into the sky where they let the wind take them as far as they needed to go.

As Oryn headed North into the Vearys Mountains.

Brann travelling West toward the sea, toward a ship that sailed toward the kingdom

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I know this is short, however I wanted to give a little insight into the twins and Elliza.

Was it too sudden for that?

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