Featured in Wattpad HighFantasy & Magic II 19-year-old Aria is ready to accept her doomed fate of marrying the cruel Lord Lathik. An alliance that will secure a large army for her hateful brother's war against the fae. When destiny intervenes and he...
Fuck! Elvin grunted. He tore through the wind and dove headfirst into the cold, treacherous water. Tired from the hours of battle, his muscles ached in protest as he swam. Each stroke defied the strength of the water.
Despite the turmoil, against the waters' wishes, he reached the floating body of the human woman. Like plucking a leaf on a stream, he wrapped his strong arms around her. Her waist felt so fragile within his grasp. It lacked any structure. Any strength.
Elvin leaned the human's body against his chest, keeping her head above the water. The endurance he had built over the years served him well. He kicked and swam towards the edge. Powerful muscles tore through the waters' surface like a butcher knife through paper. Nature bent to his will. With every arm stroke and kick of his legs, they got just a tiny bit closer. By the time he made it to the riverside, they had been washed far away from where he had first jumped.
He gasped as air eluded him, but he could not stop. Through sharp breaths, he dragged the motionless body out the watery grasp of the river. His strength gave out, and they collapsed on a bed of grass. The full force of his body fell on top of hers. They were a tangle of wet clothes.
His breath was raspy and sharp. Hers was almost non-existent. Grey eyes snapped to Aria's hair. Rich caramel red. Each strand was sprawled on the ground, a bursting red star, divided by the blades of grass.
'The girl with the redwood hair.' Elvin's mother's words rung in his head, like the vibrating sound of a gong.
'No. Not again', Elvin scolded himself. He had spent too much time obsessing over his mother's final words. In his grief, he searched for meaning. The redwood color was rare in elves. But he had traced down every redwood-haired maiden trying to decipher his mother's final words. Even the fairy ones. But, he found no meaning. No logic. No. explanation. His father finally forced him to accept that they were nothing more than the ramblings of a delusional dying mind.
Her brightly colored hair shone bright, but there was almost no color to the woman's skin. Death was at her door. His broad hands grasped the grass, an anchor, as he forced himself to get up. They moved over her chest, just below her breast, and pumped.
One. Two.. Three... He pushed down on her chest, playing her lungs like an instrument.
Large, rough hands cupped Aria's face and leaned it back. Elvin's lips crushed against the human's with purpose. They felt cold and wrinkled, against his warm and firm ones. Air traveled out his lungs, through his lips, and entered her. With each breath, her chest rose and fell.
"Wake up."
One. Two.. Three... He pumped once again.
He continued. Repeated the motion.
One. Two.. Three...
"Come on!" He urged the woman.
Breathe.
One. Two.. Three...
Breathe.
The cycle kept repeating itself until, finally, the woman convulsed as water poured out of her mouth.
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