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PostedJan 17, 2010 6:18 am   Last edited by Pharwynd on Jan 31, 2010 12:20 am. Edited 2 times in total

A Vengeful Heart

Part 1
A Vengeful Heart
Part 1
By Pharwynd
Special Credit to Xybolt for editing






The cool breeze whispered softly through the clean sheets before grasping playfully at the hem of Myana's skirt. The wind smelled salty sweet, rain she thought, a good sign. Travellers would soon be seeking shelter and the fishermen heading home for their heaths, good for business, and good for the coin purse. The thought made her smile as she began to unpeg and fold the dry sheets into the washing basket. She longed to leave this place; she longed to no longer have dishwasher fingers after a long night at the Tavern, but most of all she longed to see the world beyond the hills of Arkitus Vill.
"MYANA!!!" boomed a disgruntled voice from the building near by making Myana wince.
“Eizman” she spoke under her breath; hurriedly she picked up the now loaded washing basket and went into the Tavern.


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Counting on the rain for customers proved unwise, it was a slow night at the Fair Wind Tavern, the crackling of the fire and the occasional grunting of Mr Miller as he sounded out that he was ready for his next pint, were all that could be heard over the deafening silence. Ice clinked the sides of the jug as Myana carried it towards the barely sober Mr. Miller.
"Could you clink that jug any louder girl?" Mr. Miller questioned taking pause from his grunting.
"So sorry Mr. Miller" pardoning herself Myana began to refill his glass. Excuses are wasted on someone who would not even remember her the following morning Myana thought, taking care not to spill the mead. Seemingly happy at the sight of his newly filled glass Mr. Miller relaxed into his chair, eyes fixed on the fire dancing in the hearth. Myana could not help but wonder where Mr. Miller thoughts were taking him. Shaking her head, Myana made her way through the ensemble of chairs and tables back to the bar.
"Probably lasts nights Singer" she mumbled, remembering the attractive performer her father had hired in the hopes of drawing more patrons into their small Tavern. Her songs had filled their hall with life, stories of brave knights taking on fierce dragons, of Elves sparring with Vail and of a Lover's hope. Looking down at her beer soiled apron and ratty hem; she could not but think this is reality, no dragons, war or love for her... The life of a barmaid... This was her reality and fate.


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Whispers of soft warm light... light that filled her, she was floating, safe. Darkness, black, foreboding, dripping into the warmth and consuming she could not breathe, she was drowning.


Oatmeal, ugh she thought as she pushed around the lumps accumulating in the bowl, her eyes wandering to Mrs Eizman's prized apple tree. What she would not do to just taste. Closing her eyes she imagined the tangy sweet taste of the apple on her lips and wished silently for the fruit to appear in the wooden bowl before her. She wished for change, something new, unexpected. Something not ... Oatmeal. Her eyes remained closed, for to open them would end the dream, a return to reality. Her shoulders and elbows relaxed into the feeling of peace her head as if floating moving towards the table. A sudden push from above sent her face first into the Oatmeal waiting below.
"Hello Myabit" snickered voice from behind. Raising her pasted face Myana’s eyes came upon the dirt covered face of a youth.
"Duniel" she murmured angrily, wiping the meal from her face with her apron, as she kept watching the snickering youth. "Duniel look at my clothes!!" she growled pulling the sides her skirt to see the damage. Duniel's grin widened and his snickering turned into laughter. Ducking as Myana’s shoe past his head breaking one of the near by liquor bottles he tore up the stairs and disappeared with the loud bang of his bedroom door. Myana’s fought the urge to chase him; she now had to wash and dry her clothes and clean up the mess before the Tavern opened for lunch.


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Tap, tap,tap, boom, boom sounded Mrs Eizman's quill each time it hit the side of bar as she checked the inventory list for the kitchens. The crackling of the fire and the dripping of the leaking bar tap all joined together and resonated throughout the room. Death would have been livelier.
She sat poking the fire, watching the fire roar at ever stab. The Tavern was empty, the kitchen clean and ready, the Tavern was ready but no one came. Mr and Mrs Eizman disagreed on lack of customers visiting our abode. Mr Eizman blamed the lack of entertainment; Myana had always taken this to mean a lack of pretty dancing girls at his establishment. Mrs Eizman blamed the war, too many young and strong villagers off fighting a meaningless war, instead of home filling their bellies with Fair Wind Taverns finest honey mead.
"By Ora" exclaimed Eizman his face showing the strain of a lean week. "Girls time to close up the kitchens, no point wasting the wood or food." Mrs Eizman gathered her things and made her way to the kitchen, while Myana began the motions to close up the Tavern for the night.
"This is it, this is my life". She whispered as her hands caressed the old lacquered door and came to rest upon the latch. With a click she fastened the door. Her sullen walk back to the fire was brought to a chilling halt by the sound of rapping at the door.
"Well Girl open it" Eizman's voice boomed breaking the silence. Flustered Myana hurried back to the door and unfastened the latch. A hooded figure was slumped to the side of the door way, garb soaked red from the blood seeping from the arrow riddled back.
"H-e-l-p....pl..." the words became muffled as the figure crumpled at Myana’s feet.
"Lonte!!, hurry grab some water, cloth and some Nettle mead, Myana , girl help me get them to the table" Ordered Mrs Eizman as she hurried over. They were light, Myana thought surprised at how easy it was to carry the slender being. As she helped Mrs Eizman place them on the table, they must have trodden on the robe for the hood once hiding their face now revealed... She was an elf.


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So ... red, she thought as scrubbed the blood from her hands in the bowl, Mrs Eizman now sat protectively beside the She-Elf, having managed to remove the arrows, stop the bleeding and with Myana’s help had moved the She-Elf into the spare room. A rumbling noise downstairs broke Myana's trance like stare, she proceeded downstairs to find Mr Eizman now adorned in full Mithril armour, brandishing a Great Sword unsheathed and gleaming in the fire light. He was ready for battle. It was not long until Mrs Eizman joined them

"By Ora Girl lock up and close the windows, they cannot be far behind" he ordered making haste to the back door."Brilliant time for our Arms to be out at war, when we need them at home"
"Who? w-h-o is coming? Stuttered Myana as she hurried to lock up.
"That elf did not shoot it self now did it, and whoever did it wont be far behind" explained Eizman his eyes never leaving the now fastened door.
"Mamma?" Duniel questioned, his eyes still laden with sleep causing him to rub at them.
"Myana, go take Duniel upstairs, and stay quiet, do not come down..... No matter what you hear" Mrs Eizman’s voice reeked with her fear, fear for her children. Myana did not hesitate, in a sweeping move she gathered up Duniel and headed upstairs.
"Myabit, what’s going on? Why was dad wearing that armour, was that an elf?" his eyes now wide open and full of question.
"Hush Duniel hush" Myana whispered gently, keeping him calm has she hurried them into Duniel’s room. It was the safest room, and best place for Duniel. "Duniel lets play a game, we are going hide under the bed and play hide and seek."
"Ok, but who are we hiding from?"
"From Demons" replied Myana smirking, hiding her own fear and thoughts from Duniel, Duniel mirrored the smile and disappeared under the bed.
"Chair, chair, chair... ah chair" She muttered softly, the sound of breaking glass echoed from below, hurriedly she propped the door and joined Duniel beneath the bed, her hands covering Duniel’s ears; protecting him from violent noises below.
"Where is she?" came a gravelly voice
"L-l-ike id tell y-you" stuttered the reply,
"Fine" came the gravelled voice, followed by the sound of death, and cries of a mourning wife.
"Father!" Myana gasped,
"Take care of this one too, and check up stairs, I’m tired of this place" With those orders, Myana heard the curdling cries of Mrs Eizman cease
"Mam!" Tears welled up in her eyes. No she cannot cry, not now. She had to keep Duniel safe, and ... the She-Elf! She still rested in the room next door. "Duniel, I have to go spy on the d-demons ok, when i leave the room prop up that chair... And do not answer or let anyone in ... ok?"
"Mya... Be careful" Duniel warned his eyes full of worry.
"I will be, stay safe" Myana replied as she cautiously peeked out of the door and moved into the hall. Sounds of smashing and rummaging came from the 1st room, she still had time, she had to move the She-Elf, but to where? Carefully she entered the spare room; the white moon light drenched the small room and the elf lying within. The creaking of a door reminded Myana of the limited time she now had, each footstep as the intruders moved towards the room timed her, she had to act quickly. Picking up the unconscious Elf, she hastened to the window, they were almost upon them and there was no other way out.

"Have you found her?" hissed the leader
"No Adessa, we have not. But she was definitely here within half an hour of our arrival." reported the heavy footed one. Adessa? Thought Myana still clutching the She-Elf as she crouched on the roof beyond the window.
"Gah i tire, and there are few hours before dawn. I will travel on. You Lordien stay here and continue searching, when your done burn this ghastly place to the ground" hissed Adessa her boredom and spite echoing through her words.
No Duniel! Thought Myana. Carefully she laid the She-Elf into a shadowy corner of the roof and made her way carefully towards Duniel’s window.
"I vow to Adesha, I will have that Elf’s head on a platter” Adessa growled, Sending chills down Myana's Spine as she watched from the shadows. Adessa joined one of her minions astride a ... M-Monster and disappeared into the night.
The sound of Lordien battering against Duniel’s door brought Myana attention back to the house and her mission. She took flight towards the open window and quickly clambered inside...A sudden blow knocked her to the floor, her eyes staring to the empty space beneath the bed... darkness over took her... Duniel was gone.

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She struggled against the darkness, surrounding her, crushing her. Eyes searching above ... Help.


The sickening smell of burnt meat aroused her from her slumber, groggily she sat up, her eyes still hazed in sleep tried to make out her surroundings. The whisperings of the trees that could barely be heard over the thundering sound of falling water were all so unfamiliar. Confused and shivering she gathered her self up, legs shaking her knees as if to awake them, her toes recoiling from the cold of the stone as she stepped from the make shift bedding. Someone else was here she thought looking at the bed, her mind now awake.
A rustling sound added to the chills tingling down her spine. She darted towards the fire and removed a branch. Defending her front with the cindering branch, she slowly she backed away never taking her eyes from whence the sound had come. Her back had finally come to rest against the tree when a hand encompassed her mouth,
“Shhhh” Came a whisper from behind, pulling Myana’s attention to the shadows beside her. The fire light made the silver blonde hair of the She-Elf radiated like gold in the darkness. She released her hold on Myana, and dropped into a crouch, Eyes never leaving the clearing beyond the fire, her hands drawing an arrow from her quiver, bringing it down to touch on the now visible bow.
“Howl Dragon, bring them thy eternal sleep” summoned the She-Elf, Myana watched as the bow in turn howled, and burned a bright crimson. With a murmur the arrows flew like flickers of a dragons tongue into the darkness, a thud telling its mark was true.
“Bah... I hate Goblins” She spat. As she lowered the bow she whispered gently to it, “Hush Dragon, thy howl was true” the crimson light faded and only glimmer that it had was from the flickers of firelight. Myana stood there in awe at what she had witnessed, who was this Elf, where was she, Her head was wrought with pain, nothing made sense. She just wanted to go home, curl up by the fire and eat her mama’s home-made soup.

“How is that head of yours? You took quite a whack” spoke the She-Elf looking concernedly at Myana.
“St-t-till h-h-urts a little” Myana stuttered nervously
“Come get warm by the fire and ill make you some special tea” beckoned the She-Elf, Myana sat down and poised herself to begin questioning the She-Elf.
“Who are you?” Where are we? Why are we here?” The questions as if released from a volcano gushed from her.
“Well.... you can call me Ruri”

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PostedJan 28, 2010 5:23 am
Thank you for the responses^^, I am hoping to have part 2 up by this Sunday wish me luck^^

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PostedJan 31, 2010 12:16 am

Part 2

She struggled against the darkness, surrounding her, crushing her. Eyes searching above ... Help.


The sickening smell of burnt meat aroused her from her slumber, groggily she sat up, her eyes still hazed in sleep tried to make out her surroundings. The whisperings of the trees that could barely be heard over the thundering sound of falling water were all so unfamiliar. Confused and shivering she gathered her self up, legs shaking her knees as if to awake them, her toes recoiling from the cold of the stone as she stepped from the make shift bedding. Someone else was here she thought looking at the bed, her mind now awake.
A rustling sound added to the chills tingling down her spine. She darted towards the fire and removed a branch. Defending her front with the cindering branch, she slowly she backed away never taking her eyes from whence the sound had come. Her back had finally come to rest against the tree when a hand encompassed her mouth,
“Shhhh” Came a whisper from behind, pulling Myana’s attention to the shadows beside her. The fire light made the silver blonde hair of the She-Elf radiated like gold in the darkness. She released her hold on Myana, and dropped into a crouch, Eyes never leaving the clearing beyond the fire, her hands drawing an arrow from her quiver, bringing it down to touch on the now visible bow.
“Howl Dragon, bring them thy eternal sleep” summoned the She-Elf, Myana watched as the bow in turn howled, and burned a bright crimson. With a murmur the arrows flew like flickers of a dragons tongue into the darkness, a thud telling its mark was true.
“Bah... I hate Goblins” She spat. As she lowered the bow she whispered gently to it, “Hush Dragon, thy howl was true” the crimson light faded and only glimmer that it had was from the flickers of firelight. Myana stood there in awe at what she had witnessed, who was this Elf, where was she, Her head was wrought with pain, nothing made sense. She just wanted to go home, curl up by the fire and eat her mama’s home-made soup.

“How is that head of yours? You took quite a whack” spoke the She-Elf looking concernedly at Myana.
“St-t-till h-h-urts a little” Myana stuttered nervously
“Come get warm by the fire and ill make you some special tea” beckoned the She-Elf, Myana sat down and poised herself to begin questioning the She-Elf.
“Who are you?” Where are we? Why are we here?” The questions as if released from a volcano gushed from her.
“Well.... you can call me Ruri”

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PostedFeb 04, 2010 8:22 pm
Nice Story ^^

Love you Jess ^^
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