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Elves by Séreméla Elensar on Polyvore.com

The clash of swords rang in her ears.
The screams of horror.
She felt pain as realization struck her.
She was afraid.
Afraid to go down the marble steps she had gone down so many times before.
Afraid to fight beside her father, brother and the man she loved.
She was a coward.
No!
Not now!
She could not let her enemies slaughter the people she cared about.
She stood, shaking from fear, despite her recent courageous thoughts.
She closed her eyes and whisper a brisk prayer to the ancestors that protect her ancient race.
Elves.
Gripping the knife her mother had given her, she ran down the hall.
Feeling a sense of fright washing over her, she considered turning back, but it was too late.
They had seen her.
The orqu.
Her people called them that.
It meant 'Foul One's' in their native language.
They're skin was mutated and looked as if they had bathed to long, though they smelled as if they had not bathed for centuries.
There was five of them, climbing up the stairwell.
The elvish girl gasped.
The largest of the five started to charge toward her.
She ran, but before long came to a dead end.
How did that happen?
She knew this residence inside out.
At least, she thought so.
The orqu growled as it came closer.
The elf gripped her knife tighter and held it out in front of her.
She could do this.
Her father had taught her to fight when she was young, as his father had taught him.
The orqu came closer....
The elf braced herself.
The orqu attacked.
Elvish knife against rough orqu sword.
An ugly piece of craftsmanship, one side was smooth, the other side, jagged and coarse.
The elf nimbly ducked as the orqu sword swerved for her head.
She came up from the floor and aimed for the orqu's face, slightly scratching just beside his eye.
He didn't flinch, and black blood trickled down his ugly face.
The elvish girl was transfixed on the oozing black liquid.
She could not tear her eyes away from it.
That was all the orqu needed to slash her wrist with his hideous weapon.
The elf cried out in pain, her deep red blood spilling out, warm and sticky.
She fell to the floor.
The orqu chuckled wickedly, and swooped his sword down to kill the elf.
End her life.
She would join her mother in the sacred havens.
Still laughing the orqu started to plunge his sword into her, but was stopped.
His eyes opened wide and his cackling stopped.
He groaned.
And collapsed, his weapon dropping on the floor with a clatter.
There stood a tall elvish man, the female elf's brother, standing over the orqu's dead body and holding his elegant sword, dripping with the dark orqu blood.
"Come Séreméla." He said gravely.
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Do you like it? It needs more descriptive words, but I haven't edited it yet.