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Lady Gisela stood there. She knew she had me under control, but I didn't want her to. But I could always join him. I look over at the other side of the dark cave that's covered in a dusty green powder that gives me the creeps. There was a guy. Blonde hair that looks like it would take forever to do and his eyes, how do I describe his eyes? They were the coldest shade of blue, yet they held the most warmth I'd ever seen.
"Please, please don't join them Y/N, please."
He held out a hand as his eyes somehow turned even warmer. Lady Gislea laughed bitterly. "That's my Y/N for you, always choosing the wrong side."
The elf whipped his head around and stalked closer to Lady Gisela. I wanted to reach out, to grab his hand to stop him and tell him that it was too dangerous, but I couldn't. He was already too close.
"She's on the right side if she chooses us and she knows it very well." His voice was low, and icy. I shivered a bit just listening to it.
Lady Gisela glared at him. "Watch your tone Keefe, I'm still your mother." That took me by surprise. His...mother? Suddenly I could see the family resemblance. The hair, the eyes, although her eyes were as icy as their name.
The elf, or I guess I should call him Keefe, clenched his hands into fists and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself from yelling at Gisela. He then gritted his teeth and spat out, "If you were my mother you wouldn't be doing this." Gisela opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a scream. Her eyes widened and she dashed out of there as fast as she could. Keefe's tensed up body relaxed and he turned to me, a smile appearing on his features, although it looked slightly forced. He lent me his hand again and this time I took it. His hand was soft, yet slightly calloused. I didn't want to know what he did to get calluses, but it didn't seem very friendly.
Wren's life is about to change forever - but not how she expects it to. Kidnapped on her wedding day, she finds herself trapped in a mountain cave, unable to return home with no company outside of the inhuman creature that took her.
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"Wait, Wren! Not that way!"
It was darker here and panic limited her vision, but she could see it reaching for her; its wings like two huge looming shadows behind it.
"Get away! Don't touch me! No, let me go!" She shrieked.
She screamed in earnest as a hand took hold of her arm, and then even more when her own hand reached for something to hang onto and grasped at empty air. She had been scrambling towards a sudden drop! The hands hauled her back, but she still struggled. She didn't want to look at it, and she still wasn't sure she wouldn't rather take her chances with the open air instead.
"Stop it, I'm not going to hurt you! You'll hit your head on the rock or something. Wren, please!"
It knew her name. Somehow it knew her. She was going to die!
"Let me go! Stop touching me!"
She was sitting on the rocky floor now with her back against an uneven wall, and it was trying to pin her down and hold her still. She kept her eyes turned away and struggled helplessly, but it was no use. It was strong like a human man too, and she couldn't keep it off of her. The wings had moved until they curved around them both and shut out a lot of the light. Its face was so near hers that she could feel its breath brushing against her skin.
"Please just look at me for a second. Just look. I'm not going to hurt you."
One of the hands grabbed her chin and forced her head to turn, and then she was looking straight into a pair of dark brown eyes. It had a human face too. She had been expecting something monstrous or ghastly, and the surprise made her falter for a moment. He looked young, with a bad haircut and an earnest expression on his face.
"I'll let go of you, okay? Just don't lunge around like that anymore, you'll get hurt." He whispered.