Ravien

After the elf fell we rushed into the forest, green armor jangling. She was the first elf any Sriat had seen since... well, since Fia'lon. That catastrophe is branded into every Sriat's mind, young and old, as the day the elves came for the world. Our elders would always scare us with stories of towering elves wielding deadly bows and crackling magic, felling hundreds of us at a time.

We escaped extinction by a hairsbreadth. The elves terrifying magic had mysteriously failed and we Sriat took the opportunity to kill every elf we could get our hands on. At least, that's what the elders told us...

The others had thought it a fitting punishment for me. As the one who'd let her escape she's now my load to carry. Resentful and enraged I'd roughly thrown her still bleeding body onto my saddle, careful not to stain my own belongings.

But now...

I watch transfixed as the crackling purple energy works its way around the gaping wound in her leg, slowly knitting lean muscle fibers together and closing her silvery skin around the hole. My gaze then shifts to her face, covered in a poor attempt at camouflage. It does little to hide her strong brow, her angled cheekbones, and the slight pink of her lips. With her snow-white hair hanging long and tangled from the side of my horse, she looks more like a feral wolf than an elf.

'Where did this creature come from and why did she think we would welcome her? Doesn't she know what the elves have done?'

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#12 2019 Winter Challenge 500
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