The Elf's Dark Love

The Elf's Dark Love

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Freya is different from other elves. Her hair is raven-black. Not blonde or brown like the others. She also have strange markings on her temples, so she always hide her face. She never had any friends or a companion for she was feared by her appearance, as she thought she was. While having a conversation with a mage, she found out that she was actually a dark elf, a fearsome kind and believed to have an abominable nature. Dark elves attacked their town one night, only to find out that they are searching for her, for she possesses a very powerful blood magic. High elves from the kingdom of Norwainna came and defended the town. They killed most of the dark elves and imprisoned others for questioning. She was caught and was brought back to Norwainna together with the other captured elves. There, she was punished, beaten and became a slave for all the wrong accusations. Through her sufferings, a high elf prince grew fond of her and gave her the love and gentleness she had never felt before.
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She was supposed to die by my hands. I tried-again and again. But I failed. Freya was nothing more than a target. A name on a file. A loose end that needed to be tied. Killing her should have been easy. Quick. Painless. But every time I raised my gun, something held me back. And now, she's all I can think about. She doesn't know how many times I almost ended her life. How many nights I spent convincing myself she was just another job. But when my past catches up, I'm forced to make a choice-kill her like I was meant to, or walk away before I destroy her. I thought leaving her would keep her safe. I was wrong. And when I return, she's no longer the girl I left behind. Now, I might be the one who doesn't survive.

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