Rallinth stayed low to the ground, staying as still as a statue so as not to make the tall grass around him shift. If he made any noise, he knew all of his hard work would be for nothing. At one point, he even held his breath. But that became too uncomfortable so he just slowed his breathing down enough to match the almost nonexistent breeze blowing through the small field of flowers.

            Rustling could be heard in front of him and he sunk even lower to the ground, his bare chest pressing down on the itchy green grass beneath him. A bubbly giggle filled the air as the rustling came closer. Rallinth held back a growl, his mouth watering as the strong scent of spring flowers and flesh wafted up his nostrils.

            “Leo, stop messing around with me,” a high pitched female voice sounded. She sounded almost whiny yet she was giggling.

            “I’m not messing with you,” a male voice snapped.

            Rallinth peeked through the tall grass and saw two young Elves standing across from each other. The male, half of his brown hair covering his face, had his arms crossed over his chest. His body was stiff and he was glaring down at the giggling blonde female in front of him.

            “Of course you are,” the female responded, holding her hands behind her back and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She batted her eyelashes at the young Elf in front of her, making Rallinth want to gag. “I know you secretly love me.”

            “I don’t.”

            “Then why do you come out here with me so often?”

            So you can become my lunch, Rallinth thought with a smirk.

            “Because you dragged me out here. Now, if you’ll excuse-“

            “Halt!” Rallinth’s breath caught at the authoritative voice. An armored Elf holding a spear walked into the clearing, looking furious. “Perry, what have I told you about leaving the Forest?”

            The blonde female blanched. “Daddy, I-“

            “Don’t Daddy me. Get back inside. Now!” Perry gasped then hurried past him. Leo only had to get one glance his way from the guard before he quickly followed the female. After the rustling of the two Elves quieted, the guard looked around then looked right at Rallinth, making him stiffen. “I know you’re out here, Draconian, and you’d better leave. We have the whole area surrounded. Wouldn’t want a severed wing, would you?”

            Rallinth held back a snarl, digging his claws into the dirt. He watched the Elf guard look around a bit before turning around and disappearing into the foliage. Once it was quiet, the only sound coming from the plantation around him as the breeze blew through, he snapped his wings out and shoved them down, shooting himself upward. When he got high enough in the sky, he glanced down at the ground below him. Lights and small buildings could be seen, all scattered throughout the Uira Forest. He snarled at it then looped through the air and headed back to the rocky terrain of his home.

            It was a long flight but he enjoyed the silence, the only sound being of his wings flapping ever so often and the wind blowing past his ears. He flew over green hills, blue rivers and lakes and soon, the ground beneath him turned into a harsh desert. Rocks slowly started to appear, growing larger in size until two huge, tall mountains could be seen in the distance. A rather large gap could be seen between the two mountains, enough room for a large city.

            He folded his wings and let himself drop out of the sky until he was just a hundred feet from the ground. He shot his wings open again and slowly flew closer to the rocky ground, flying past the large homes and nearly knocking other people over. When he came to an opening in the ground that had stairs leading downward, he lifted himself up then folded his wings once more, landing heavily on his feet. He stalked down the hard steps then paused in front of a set of large, wooden doors. Two dragons were carved into the wood facing each other with their mouths open wide, sharp teeth showing. Their wings were spread out high above them and stars were scattered around them, as if they were flying high up in the sky.

            He scoffed at the artwork, as he always did, then shoved the doors open and stalked inside the large, spacious throne room. A woman was pacing on the far side of the room, looking anxious and furious at the same time. Her dark hair was cut short and she wore dark clothing that draped over her rather large frame. A man a few feet taller than woman and far larger due to muscle size stood as still as stone, his red-brown beard and hair frizzing down his large frame, his huge arms crossed over his chest.

            When Rallinth entered the room, they both looked at him sharply. The woman stopped her pacing and spun on him fast, fury flickering in her scarlet eyes. She spoke with a harsh voice, the dragon in her making her words sounding like hissing, “Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

            “Why does it matter where I go?” Rallinth retorted just as sharply, his eyes lighting with irritation. “I’m of age. I have been for five years now. I don’t have to tell you where I am.”

            “Well, today you did.” Rallinth pressed his lips together, refusing to say anything. If he did, there would be no kind words exchanged. “We’ve had some important news to tell you all day and when we couldn’t find you-“

            “Just spit it out already!”

            She pressed her lips together then glanced at the man at her side. He glanced back at her then sighed and ran a hand down his face and along his beard. “We’ve proposed a peace treaty to the Spring Elves.”

            Rallinth blinked in surprise then narrowed his eyes. “We’ve been enemies with them for centuries. We’re still at war with them, along with the rest of their kind. Why make a peace treaty now?”

            The man sighed once more but it was the woman that spoke, “Your father and I can’t take the stress anymore, Rallinth. We’re losing troops out there - good men and women. The Elves have us far outnumbered. If we keep it up, we’ll soon be losing the rest of our people and our homes.”

            Rallinth scowled and folded his arms. “So what’s on the peace treaty then?”

            His mother shook her head and sighed, suddenly looking years older than she truly was. “It’s not a piece of parchment, Rallinth…” He pulled his brow down but didn’t say anything. She met his gaze head on, raising herself up. “It’s a marriage. Your marriage.”

            His jaw dropped, shock numbing him before anger boiled deep in his chest. He threw his fists down to his sides, his claws digging deep into skin. It only took a few seconds before he could feel a cool liquid running through his fingers. “You planned my marriage? Without my permission? And to an Elf, no less! Have you both gone mad?!”

            “Enough,” his father shouted, his body tense. “I will not allow my people to suffer any longer, Rallinth. If that means an arranged marriage for you, then so be it! I will not hear any complaints from you, understood?”

            Rallinth clenched his teeth together and glared at his parents. “I can’t believe you two would stoop this low. Those creatures are our enemies and you’re forcing me to marry one?”

            “Rallinth, your father said that’s enough,” his mother snapped.

            Rallinth growled deep in chest before he spun on his booted heel and stormed back up the stairs. When he reached the top, he snapped his wings open and flew off into the sky. But before he’d left, he heard his mother mumble to his father, “What are we going to do, Barroth?”

…

            Neora sighed as she played with some of her hair between her fingertips, staring back at her reflection. The mirror in front of her had little plant roots holding it up, some growing toward the middle of the glass. It framed her perfectly, making her seem more of a princess than she felt. Her long brown hair curled down her back, the light from the outside making her headband of small wild flowers seem to glow. Her white eyes with a deep blue rim seemed to glow in the morning sunlight as well but she didn’t feel like glowing at the moment.

            A soft sigh was heard off to her left and she turned toward it. A young woman sat on the railing of her balcony, her head leaned back and her eyes closed, her olive brown skin sparkling and glowing along with her short black hair. Her iridescent butterfly wings were still as she sat there soaking in the sunlight. Her voice was light and sing-song-ish as she spoke, “Good morning, Princess.”

            “Teena, you know I hate to be called that,” Neora said even as she rose from the wooden stool and walked over to the railing.

            Teena turned her head to smile at her. She then pulled her legs up close to her chest and spun on the railing so she could face the brunette, slowly lowering her legs. “You seem somber today. As a true friend of the Princess of the Spring Elves, I know firsthand that you do not ever look somber. What’s eating at you?”

            Neora shook her head and placed her elbows on the railing, resting her chin on her upturned palms. “My parents spoke to me today.”

            Teena instantly became serious. Hopping off the railing, she turned so she could see the young girl better. “That’s never a good thing. What was it about this time?”

            Neora glanced at her friend then muttered softly, “I’m getting married.”

            Teena’s hazel eyes lit up and she smiled a huge smile, jumping up and down in place. “Oh, Neora, that’s wonderful news! Now who’s the lucky Elf? Ryley? Vector? Ooh, perhaps it’s Edwyrd. He does have those beautiful forest green eyes… I mean, who wouldn’t want to marry their daughter off to that handsome man?”

            Neora rolled her eyes and looked out at the forest below them. “It’s not any of them. Not even Jonas.” She heard Teena gasp in surprise but continued before the Fairey could throw more questions at her, “It’s a Draconian.”

            Her friend went silent. She quickly glanced over the other girl once more to see that her eyes were practically bulging out of her head in shock, her face pale. “You’re not serious.”

            “I’m very serious.”

            Teena shook her head vehemently. “No. No, no, no. A Draconian? Have they gone mad?” Her wings started fluttering, only sparkles of light appearing as the girl flew upwards. She slowly lowered herself down on the other side of the railing, a few feet away from the princess. “We’re at war with them and they want to marry you off to one of those beasts? They eat your kind for supper!”

            “Teena, I’m marrying him as a peace treaty,” Neora told her, straightening as she met the Fairey’s horrified gaze.

            Teena was shaking her head before she’d finished speaking. “I don’t like it. Draconians are monsters. They kill for fun. There has to be some reason that the king and queen of those awful creatures would even think of this.”

            “They won’t give us any reasons behind it.”

            “Which means that they’re hiding something! What if they’re going to kill you once they have you in their grasp? Hold you as hostage until your kind surrenders? There has to be a logical reason for this sudden decision, Neora! It’s just not logical for them to suggest such a thing!” Neora shrugged and looked away. Her eyes caught a pink butterfly floating around and she decided to stare at it. “Are you not upset by this?!”

            “Of course I’m upset. You know more than anyone that I do not wish to marry. At least, not this soon…”

            “Neora!” a masculine voice shouted from down below. The princess leaned over the railing to see a strawberry blonde male Elf standing down on the grass, waving and smiling up at her. She rolled her eyes as Teena looked at him then at her.

            “Why didn’t your parents hook you up with him?” she asked as the Spring Elf turned and started to walk back into her bedroom. “He’s been your friend for years, hasn’t he?”

            “Yes, but being in an arranged marriage with one of your closest friends that you have no feelings like that for?” Neora replied, her hand on the bedroom door handle. “No thanks.” She wandered through the long hallways of the Tree Castle, her home, tall windows on the right of one wall shining bright sunlight down on her.

            After she made her way through the large, immaculate maze, she snuck through a small doorway that was hidden behind a large root that rose nearly straight out of the wooden floor. She squeezed herself into the tight space, the smell of the earth wafting up her nostrils as she travelled through the small, dark space until sunlight shone in. She stepped out onto a large root and followed it to the green grass floor. But before she could reach the end of the root, a hand appeared in front of her face. She stepped back then followed the arm to see that same strawberry blond Summer Elf from just moments before standing beside her, smirking at her.

            “Good morning, Princess,” he said smoothly as she placed her on his, letting him help her off the root. “And how are we doing this fine day?”

            Neora smiled. “I’m doing just fine, Jonas. Now what brings you here so early in the morning?” She felt him slowly release her hand as they started walk around the grassy opening.

            “I wanted to come and see you,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Can’t I spend some time with my friend who just happens to be the princess of this humble forest?”

            “Oh, you’re so full of yourself,” Neora muttered, shaking her head. “And stop calling me princess. You know I far prefer my real name.”

            He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “Of course. Princess.” He just chuckled when she narrowed her eyes at him. Suddenly turning serious, he pulled his lips down into a frown. “I’ve heard the rumors. Is it true?”

            Neora looked away and stopped under the canopy of the shade that the green leaves of the trees above cast. She wanted to pretend as if she didn’t know what he was talking about but there was no point in beating around a nonexistent bush. “Yes, it’s true. We’re to be married by the end of the week.”

            “That’s awfully soon,” Jonas responded, surprise clear in voice. “What are the Draconians planning?”

            Neora shrugged. “I don’t know. But none of us trust them.”

            “For good reason. We’re enemies and their food, Neora. It makes me wonder what your parents are possibly thinking sending you off to marry one of those beasts…”

            “It’s not just any one of them, Jonas…” Neora glanced up at him and saw the curiosity and worry in his eyes. “It’s the prince.”

His eyes widened instantly, his jaw dropping. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Neora shook her head and he pushed a hand through his short hair, making it stick up in different directions. “But he’s the most ruthless of them all. Well, minus the king. What if he kills you just for pleasure?”

“I don’t think his parents would let him.” She looked away once more when she felt his eyes on her. She watched the light slowly appearing through small holes in the canopy above, making the greenery around them seem to glow. “They’re the ones that suggested the peace treaty. Not my parents. They must have a good reason for doing such a thing.”

“No kidding,” Jonas mumbled, sounding distressed. “Do your parents know their reasoning? I mean, they have to. Why else would they agree to a peace treaty with those monsters?”

“They don’t know the reason, that’s the thing.” Neora looked back at him, her eyes hard. “They’ve been wanting to marry me off for years now, Jonas. You know that. If there’s any chance of me possibly getting married, they’ll take it. They may question the Draconians motive but they’re far more worried about me getting married.”

“You’re only three years late,” Jonas replied casually. Neora scowled at him and he smiled sheepishly. “Okay, they have a point. But why does that bother you? You’ve said yourself several times that you’re not looking to get married yet.”

“I’m not. But I understand their worry…”

“Shouldn’t they be more worried about who they’re sending you off to though?”

Neora shrugged and rubbed her hands up and down her arms, a shiver running down her spine. “They should be. But like I said, marriage is on their minds, not much else.”

Jonas took a step toward her, a look of worry and concern on his freckled features. “But you could be hurt, Neora…”

She gave her friend a gracious smile. “I appreciate your concern, Jonas. But I’ll be fine. I have to be. I mean, I’m a future queen, aren’t I?”

His brow pulled down into a scowl. “Yeah, future queen of the Spring Elves. Not the Draconians.”

She looked down, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze. He was trying to tell her how much he truly cared about her. But she didn’t want him to think that he could have a chance like the other suitors she’d had. “Thank you again for your concern, Jonas. But it’s not needed. My parents have my best intentions in mind.” She didn’t believe anything she was saying but she just wanted her friend to stop advancing on her with that look of concern. She was perfectly fine taking care of herself.

His shoulders sagged and he stopped, looking away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I should be going. Besides, you shouldn’t be straying too far from the castle.”

She gave him one more gracious smile before turning and heading back to the huge tree. 

....

**If you are confused at all, I suggest you read this. It might help.**

So, there are quite a few different creatures/races in this story. None of which are human. I'll explain a few things to help you understand things a little better. First, there are six different kinds of Elves: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Light and Dark. I don't want to give any specific descriptions yet because I'm not entirely sure if I'll even have at least one of every kind in this story. But if you want to know anything about them, ask me anything and I'll answer it the best I can.

Second, no, the Faireys in this story do NOT glitter and shine like Twilight's vampires. It just looks like someone sprinkled glitter very, very lightly on them. They glow more than sparkle, if that helps any. And they sparkle and glow all of the time rather than just in the sun.

Third, Draconians are rather interesting. They're half man, half dragon but if you look up images of them, you'll most likely find that they look like winged lizards that wear armor and stand on their hind legs. Well, not these ones. These ones look more human than lizard. I really want to go into a description but I'll let you figure out what they look as the story goes.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. I'll answer it as best as I can. This is still a work in progress and I'm really not that far in it. Also, I've gone back and re-read this chapter a bit and I fixed any mistakes I could find. But if I missed anything, I apologize.

Alright, I think I'm done now. Thanks for reading!

2: Family

            Rallinth stood at the edge of Alderilem’s border, his homeland. He stared off into the emptiness before him, his body tense as his mind replayed those horrid words – arranged marriage. He clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at just the thought of it. It was silent and lonely in this part of Alderilem but he was just fine with that. He felt at peace there. Or he would have if he didn’t have this new information running through his mind.

            He suddenly heard a silky voice directly behind him that caused him to stiffen, wondering how in the world she’d snuck up on him so easily. “I knew I’d find you here.” A feminine hand lightly rested on his shoulder.

            He relaxed slightly, glancing over his shoulder at the female Draconian behind him. “Aryxon, don’t sneak up on me like that. You know better.”

            She let out a light chuckle, moving over to sit on a large rock off to the side of him. He felt her eyes on him but refused to meet them. “Yes, but that doesn’t make it any less amusing.”

            He rolled his eyes, relaxing more at her teasing tone and company. “You are such a pain, sister.”

            “I know,” she responded smugly. “But that’s not why I came here.” He glanced at her with a raise of his eyebrow. Her lips curled upward into a smug smile. “What’s on your mind?”

            He lowered his brow into a scowl, his lips tight together. “You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

            Her smile turned genuine as it grew. She lifted a leg, resting her elbow on her knee and leaning the side of her face against her palm. Her green eyes glimmered with sudden amusement. “You’re still sulking about that?” Rolling her eyes, she flicked her dirty blond hair pulled back into a tight ponytail over her shoulder.

            He grew tense as his scowl intensified. “You just don’t understand. Father and Mother would never force you into an arranged marriage.”

            Her expression softened as she spoke, “Rallinth, they’re doing it for our people, not to anger you.” Scoffing, he turned away, glaring into the distance. “Besides, you just might end up in love with her.”

            “An Elf? Ha! They’re our food, Aryxon. Why would you even think of such a thing?”

            “Love is love, brother. It can be strange sometimes. Unpredictable even.”

            “And you’re the expert on these things?”

            He glanced at her to see her straighten herself proudly. “I am. I have loved many Draconians in my life.”

            He rolled his eyes, his lips twitching with amusement. A comfortable silence settled between them for a few moments until he heard her shift, her boots crunching on the rocky floor beneath them.

            “Bet I can get to the training grounds first,” she whispered into his ear, startling him. He glanced at her, wondering how she’d possibly gotten that close to him without him noticing for the second time in one day.

            Narrowing his eyes, he said in a low voice, “I highly doubt that.”

            She smirked and stepped back, her dark green wings already starting to unfold. “Like I said, would you like to bet on that?” Without warning, she snapped her wings out and shot into the air, laughing loudly.

            He watched her with wide eyes but when she started to head back to the two large mountains behind him, he quickly snapped his wings out and shot up after her. When she came into his view, she was twirling through the air, laughing. He rolled his eyes at her childishness but picked up his speed until he was only a few feet behind her.

            She quickly twirled in between the two large mountains, right above their hometown, before dropping down onto the empty grounds beyond. Dust floated up around her and she looked at Rallinth as he landed in front of her.

            “Took you long enough.” Rallinth’s head shot up in surprise at a deep voice. A tall man packed with muscles and a hard stare was standing in front of him, smirking while crossing his arms over his chest. How he hadn’t noticed him before, Rallinth couldn’t say. Perhaps these thoughts of the arranged marriage were distracting him. That was never a good thing – distraction. “Did Aryxon beat you again, little brother?”

            Rallinth snarled as he stood, his own muscles tensing. But before he could respond, Aryxon appeared beside him, resting her arm on his shoulder and leaning on it casually. “I did. Aren’t you proud of me, Briam? You should be. It’s the third time this month.” She glanced at Rallinth with a playful grin. “I think he’s losing his touch.”

            Rallinth growled at her. “No I’m not. You just always get the head start before I can even register that we’re racing.”

            She laughed and patted his cheek. “You keep telling yourself that, big boy.”

            Rallinth huffed in irritation then turned back to Briam as his older brother spoke, “So, since you’ve lost again to our sister, are you ready?”

            Grimacing at the memory of the deal they’d made a while back, he hunched over into a crouch while giving his brother a firm nod. Briam just smiled before launching at him.

            …

            Neora sat in the large gazebo that was placed on the cliff close to the Tree Castle. Her hands were resting on her lap, her fingers fiddling around as she stared out over the huge forest below. She briefly closed her eyes as a small breeze blew around her but opened them when she heard footsteps coming from the staircase. She turned toward it right as the king’s head appeared. Once he reached the top, he turned and looked at her, smiling brightly.

            “Oh, my beautiful daughter,” he mumbled, opening his arms out to her. She stood and walked to him, letting him hug her tightly. “You’re so grown up now. Finally getting married…”

            Neora pressed her lips together and pulled away from her father, taking a step back. His eyes widened slightly and his smile turned into a frown. “I’m only getting married because you’re forcing me to.”

            “My dear, you were supposed to be married two years ago,” he replied, his tone reprimanding.

            She pulled her eyebrows down into a scowl as she spoke, “You know I don’t want to be married yet though. Let alone to a Draconian.”

            “You know why we had to do it. This war has been going on far too long! The Draconians were right in suggesting this peace treaty. It’s what we need. And for all we know, it could be the start of ending this century-old war.”

            “You didn’t ask if I wanted to, Father,” she said in a soft voice.

            “I’m sorry, Neora. But it was the right thing to do.” She only pressed her lips together tightly and looked away. “You’re not regretting your decision, are you?”

            She snapped her eyes back to him so quickly he stiffened. “It was not my decision, Father. It was yours. And it seems very unlikely that you’ll be changing your mind any time soon.”

            Her father’s expression fell into a solemn one as he looked down at the forest. He looked much older than his true age, the faint gray in his brown hair seemed more prominent as well as the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. “I’m tired of my people suffering, Neora. Because of this war, we are at odds with the Autumn Elves and the Dark Elves, our brothers and sisters. The only ones who are truly willing to fight alongside us are the Winter Elves. We are supposed to be fighting as one, not separated like we are. There was no different kinds of Elves so many centuries ago. This war changed that.”

            “You blame the Draconians for the separation of our kind and yet you’re marrying me off their prince,” Neora retorted softly.

            “The Winter Elves don’t have a suitable male heir yet and the Summer Elves aren’t very trustworthy,” he explained, his voice hard. “The Autumn Elves would rather see us killed just like the Dark Elves.”

            “What about the Light Elves?”

            He glanced at her, his brow pulled down into a scowl. “They’re only heir died years ago, Neora, and they have yet to produce another one. They’re kingdom will soon be crumbling if they can’t find an heir. There was no one else to marry you off to.”

            “What about the Faireys? They have royalty.”

            “No they don’t. They’re ruled by judges. And I’m not marrying you off to a judges’ son. They’re hardly trustworthy.” Neora sighed and looked away once more. The sadness that she’d kept at bay since finding out about the arranged marriage finally hit her and she felt like just giving up. So that’s what she decided to do – give up. She abruptly felt her father’s hands on her arms and turned back to him. He was giving her an intense stare, his mouth set in a grim line. “Please don’t hate me, my dear. I only want what’s best for you.”

            Neora inhaled deeply and then slowly let it out, not wanting to fight with him any longer. Then she took a step closer to him and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head against his chest. “I could never hate you, Father.” She felt his arms wind around her tightly.

            “I love you, Neora, and I always will,” he whispered, holding her tightly.

            “I love you, too, Father.”

            He pulled away and smiled down at her, holding himself with more confidence than when he’d walked up the staircase. “I have to attend some meetings now. I only wanted to check on you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead before letting go of her and heading back toward the staircase. “Oh, and your mother is looking for you.”

            “Alright,” she replied. “Thank you.” He gave her a bright smile before vanishing. She let out a heavy sigh and glanced one more time down at the forest and the unknown lands beyond. Then she turned and went down the vine-covered staircase, lit torches giving off the only light on the way down. When she reached the end of the staircase that opened up into a hallway that had large windows on both walls, she saw her mother speaking to a guard.

            The queen glanced over at her daughter and smiled brightly. The guard glanced over then quickly bowed his head at them both before turning and disappearing down the hall. The queen walked over to her, her light green dress shining in the light. She immediately pulled Neora into a tight hug the moment she was close enough to her.

            She pulled her away a second later, keeping her hands on her arms as she beamed at her. “My little girl is getting married… Oh, Neora, you have no idea how proud of you I am.” She leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

            Neora pulled away, taking a step back. “I’m only doing it because I’m being forced to and to bring some peace to this horrible war. Isn’t that why you even agreed to this?”

            Her mother’s smile fell and she dropped her hands. “I’m sorry about this. I truly am. But it was the perfect opportunity to have you marry.”

            “It seems that’s all you and Father care about nowadays. Getting me and Nym married off, preferably me.”

            “We want Nym to get married as well. In fact, we already have someone in mind. But your marriage is more important. You can bring peace between these warring lands, Neora.”

            Neora sighed and nodded. They both turned when they heard heavy footfalls down the hallway. A young Elf turned around the corner decked out in full armor, a crown weaved of light green leaves and flower buds placed over his head, indicating his title as prince. Once he saw Neora and the queen, a bright smile appeared on his somber face and he hurried over to them.

            “Mother, Neora, it’s good to see you both,” he said, looking between them.

            “It’s good to see you, too, Nym,” their mother replied, smiling in response. “How was your training?”

            “Very good. Although Master said that I am getting a little too good for his expertise.”

            Their mother laughed softly. “You’re a strong and brave warrior, Nym. I just hope you’ll never have to go out into that war…”

            Nym’s expression faltered but he somehow kept the smile plastered on his face. “Mother, don’t fret. I will only go out to war if I must. We are still on good terms with the Winter Elves and partly the Summer Elves. If they ever call to us for aid, there’s no doubt I will go. I want to make sure that my family and my people are safe.”

            “Spoken like a true king,” she replied in a proud voice, lifting herself up.

            He only chuckled and shook his head. “I’m no king yet and hopefully not for quite a few years.” His emerald green eyes shifted to Neora when he spoke. She looked away, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze. “I wish it was different for you, sister.”

            She glanced back at him and gave him a small smile. “It’s for the greater good, Nym.”

            His eye seemed to twitch but Neora couldn’t be sure – it was such a slight movement in his smooth features. The queen stepped between them and grabbed a hold of Nym’s arm, leading him down the hall as she spoke about the king’s meetings and how he wanted his son to join him. Neora smiled once more, watching them go. Once they turned around the corner, she let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding and turned to the window.

            Green tops of trees and blue of the sky greeted her, the sun shining down into the hallway. This was her home and she would always feel at peace in the castle. But she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d feel the same way when she moved to Alderilem, home of the Draconians.

3: Nightmares

Neora wandered aimlessly through the maze of the castle hallways. The hallways were painted with a bright orange from the setting sun. Briefly glancing out one large window, she held in a shiver as she realized just how much sooner she’d be getting married. The sun seemed to taunt her as it quickened its paced.

            Sighing dejectedly, she headed toward her bed chambers, wrapping her arms around herself. Even though the last of the sunlight warmed the castle, she felt cold. Chills ran up her arms as well as her bones. They were chills of silent fear – fear of the day ahead of her.

            Her parents had gotten word right before supper that the Draconian king and queen would be accompanying their son to the Uira Forest by midday tomorrow. They’d told her that she was not to greet them until the time of the marriage – that same evening. It seemed disrespectful to not be there with her family, the king, queen and prince, but since it was the day of her wedding, she would be able to not attend.

            As she turned the corner which led to her chambers, she stopped in front of the closed door and inhaled slowly, closing her eyes. Her mind was wandering to the marriage, to the Draconians, to the prince. It was all making her heart start to race, pounding in her ears. She knew she had nothing to fear. Both her parents had told her as such. But she couldn’t help but be afraid. Draconians were the monsters of the world and she would be wed to the prince of them all by nightfall in merely just twenty-four hours.

            She shook her head and opened her eyes, reaching out for the doorknob. When she heard heavy footfalls back down the way she’d come, she stopped, glancing over her shoulder. Nym appeared in the hallway, still wearing the armor of our Summer Elf brothers. He glanced at her and stopped, a wide smile coming to his face.

            “Good evening, sister,” he said smoothly, approaching her.

            She smiled up at him as she turned around. “Good evening to you as well, Prince.”

            He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “No need for formalities, Neora. We’re brother and sister, remember? Twin brother and sister to be exact.”

            She looked down at nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable. It was true that they were siblings but she knew that once she was married, things would have to become formal between them. She would no longer live in the Uira Forest or even close to other Elves.

            Two slim but calloused fingers rested under her chin and lifted it up so she had to meet the emerald green orbs that belonged to the male in front of her. She swallowed nervously as she watched him stare at her intensely.

            “You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question. It was an observation. “Have you spoken to Mother or Father about this?”

            Neora pressed her lips together and turned her head away. But Nym’s slim fingers grabbed her face again, forcing her to look at him. “I tried. They won’t hear anything of what I have to say. They never have, Nym.”

            “That’s not true,” he argued immediately, yet his tone was gentle. “Remember that time when-“

            “They’ve always favored you, brother. You’re the oldest, the wisest and the one who will take the throne, even if you are forced into an arranged marriage. I, on the other hand, am the youngest, the weakest and the easiest to manipulate. They won’t hear a word of what I have to say.”

            His face fell, his eyes becoming watery. “It’s not fair. You’re their child just as much as I am. It’s wrong for them to pick favorites.”

            “But they do…” She paused for a moment as a thought came to her mind. “Nym… Do you think it’s because of my… my-“

            “No,” he said harshly, his eyes becoming hard. “Don’t even think of that. They love you, Neora. That has nothing to do with their decisions.”

            “How can you be so sure?”

            He gave her a tight smile before kissing her forehead. “Because I’m your older brother and I’m always right. Don’t ever doubt me, sister, or you’ll regret it.”

            She giggled then wrapped her arms around him. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she mumbled, “I’m going to miss you, Nym.” She felt his arms wrap tightly around her torso, holding her flesh against him.

            “I’ll miss you more,” he whispered. Even then, it came out tight. He didn’t want this to happen any more than she did. After a moment, he pulled her away and gave her a genuine smile. “You should go rest. You have a big day tomorrow.” A tight feeling clutched at her chest but she smiled back. Although before she could leave, he grabbed her arm. “Neora… Don’t let the pressure of all of this get to you. You are the bravest, wisest of us all. Don’t forget that.” Giving him another smile and a peck on the cheek, she turned around and opened the door to her bed chambers. Her maid, Rose, shot up from her sitting position on her large bed the moment the door creaked open. Her green eyes were wide and her cheeks were pink.

            “You should really keep a better an eye on your maid, sister,” Nym mumbled behind her, the mood from just seconds ago quickly forgotten.

            Neora cast him a scowl over her shoulder before stepping further into the room and closing the wooden door behind her. She gave Rose a kind smile, “Would you help me prepare for bed, Rose?”

            The woman’s eyes seemed to widen even more. Obviously, she’d been expecting a scolding of some sort. Quickly shaking her head, she gave the princess a bright smile and helped her change into a thin light green nightgown. Then she proceeded to take off the flower headband and brush out the curls in the princess’ hair.

            Neora stood in front of the mirror, watching her maid do all of the work. Staring into her own eyes, she wondered if she would ever look the same after the wedding. Perhaps she’d become so accustomed to the Draconian way that she’d forget her own and have her parents truly hate her more than they did so now. Perhaps she’d become so used to the Draconians that she herself would become a stranger to her own kind.

            Letting out a heavy sigh when Rose finished, she gave the woman another kind smile. “Thank you, Rose. You may leave now.” The woman curtsied then quietly slipped out of the room after blowing out all of the candles. Neora walked over to her large bed, running her fingertips over the blankets which felt like soft, silky flower petals, then climbed under the covers. She stared up at the dark ceiling, the only light coming from the moonlight spilling into the room beyond the window.

            Her mind was racing, her body tense, as she thought of the coming events. Eventually though, her body relaxed enough to let her eyes close, succumbing her into a deep sleep.

            Neora woke to see only a dull white all around her. She tried to move and, at first, she couldn’t. But then she slowly rose to a sitting position and looked around as the whiteness around her dissipated, swirling only around her torso. Black mountains and a dark gray sky greeted her, the only other color seeming to be the whiteness – a mist – moving like a river around her.

            She got to her feet and looked around, utterly confused and curious as to where she was. She turned and followed the direction the mist was headed. Although she couldn’t feel anything, she somehow knew that she was barefoot and saw that she was still wearing her nightgown.

            Getting too distracted by the mesmerizing mist swirling around her legs, she almost didn’t catch herself from walking right off a cliff. She swung her arms around and stumbled back to keep from falling off. Once she had her balance back, she took a small, hesitant step forward and peered over the cliff. The mist was rolling off it like a waterfall – right into a pit of blackness. She could faintly hear howls, yells and cries from the depths of the blackness, causing her to shiver.

            A deep chuckle sounded behind her abruptly and she spun, nearly losing her footing and falling backward off the cliff. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw a hulking figure standing in front of her. She couldn’t quite make out the shapes of its body but could clearly see its bright red eyes with black pits in the middle.

            “Princess,” it hissed, moving toward her. “Why don’t you appreciate your parents’ decision on the peace treaty? Don’t you know I’m waiting for you with open arms?” She took a small step backward, feeling for the edge of the cliff. “Neora… Don’t be afraid. You’ll be safe with me… Just come to me and everything will be alright…”

She noticed two huge, long arms appear on either side of her, slowly closing in on her. The red eyes seemed to be glowing even more with anticipation and excitement. Out of fear, she took another step back and slipped right off the cliff. Instinctually, she threw her hand out, attempting to grab onto the edge of the terrain but to no avail. Soon, she was falling – fast – into the pit of blackness. The cries and howls grew louder and soon, it was all she could hear.

Neora jerked awake, forcing herself into a sitting position. Her breath was coming out in fast, heavy pants and her eyes quickly shut. She dropped her head into her hands as her body started to shake. She sat there for a few moments, trying to calm herself down from the nightmare she’d just endured. It was once she was calmed down enough that she felt as though someone was in her room.

She slowly lifted her head, her fingers curling and moving against her chest as her eyes darted around the room. A pair of golden eyes peered back at her in a shadowy corner and a dark chuckle resonated throughout the room.

“Hello Princess,” a deep, scratchy voice sounded. She opened her mouth, inhaling a deep breath as she prepared to scream. Then a blur of white flashed in the corner of her eye but before her eyes could take anything else in, darkness swarmed around her.

…

            Rallinth grunted as he slowly got to his feet, the morning light making him squint. He stretched his arms upward, arching his back and letting out another grunt when his lower spine popped in relief. Then he snapped his wings apart and stretched them until they came close to touching the walls. Once they were comfortably folded again, he let his tail swish around, releasing any tension.

            Aryxon chose that moment to step into the room. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a tarnished gray-purple dress. She gave him a smirk when she appeared and folded her arms over her chest.

            “Still sore from yesterday’s fight?” She made a tsking sound, shaking her head. “You really are losing your touch, brother.”

            Rallinth rolled his eyes as he placed one hand on his shoulder, rolling it around to release the stiffness he felt there. “Just because I lost to Briam doesn’t mean I’m losing my touch, Aryxon.”

            “You don’t have to lie,” she replied smoothly, her tail swishing around behind her anxiously. “I know you’re nervous for today. I mean, you are getting married to an Elf.” Rallinth growled. To his dismay though, her smirk only grew. “You don’t need to be nervous. We’re the superior race in this situation, remember?”

            “I know, Aryxon. I’m fine and will be fine.”

            She eyed him searchingly. “Sure you will. Now have you tried on the clothes Mother got you?”

            He pulled his lips back in distaste and shook his head. “If any of you think I’m wearing that you’ve lost your minds.”

            The female only bit her lip to keep from smiling before walking over to the neat, loose shirt with brown pants and boots hanging up on the a hook in the wall across from his bed. “It doesn’t look too bad. Perhaps the little Elf will fall head over heels for you just when she lays her eyes on you.”

            He rolled his eyes as his sister let out a giggle. “I’m only wearing it to please you and mother and to prove you wrong. That Elf is not going to fall for me and nor will I for her. It won’t ever happen.” He pulled the clothes off the wall and started putting it all on, starting with the tight pants.

            “Love is love, brother,” Aryxon said matter-of-factly from behind him. “It can’t be controlled. It just happens.”

            “I am fully aware, sister. You’ve only been reminding me for the past few days after the news of the marriage got out.”

            “Mm… Yes, I have, haven’t I?” She let out a soft laugh as she moved toward the door. “Oh, and you’d best hurry. We’ll be leaving to the Uira Forest shortly.”

            “We’re dressing up only to go flying?”

            She shrugged. “I suppose. Just don’t do anything with your hair.” Smirking, her eyes moved up to the top of my head. “Leave that to me.”

            “You’re not touching my hair!” He yelled as she left the room, her laughter resonating off the walls.

            Rallinth sighed heavily as he finished putting the clothes on. He didn’t bother to see if the suit looked good on him as he left his room and head to the main entrance. Both his parents and his siblings were there waiting for him, talking about the flight they were about to embark on.

            “Rallinth, you look so handsome,” his mother commented, a warm smile on her face as she watched him wander over to them.

            “Are you ready to head out?” his father inquired, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

            “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rallinth mumbled, not bothering to look at either of his parents. They were on the ones to drag him into the situation.

            His father grunted before he turned to the large doors of the throne room. The two guards stationed there slowly pushed them open, the hinges letting out a loud groan as they moved. In other circumstances, Rallinth would be the first to fly out. But today, he was the last. Aryxon flew out in front of him then turned and waited patiently as their parents continued onward.

            “The sooner we get there, the sooner we get this over with,” Aryxon said as Rallinth flew up beside her.

            “There will be no end to this until either I or that Elf dies,” Rallinth snapped back. His sister didn’t speak another word during their flight. Not even when they landed in front of Uira Forest’s Tree Castle, home of the royalty.

            A male Elf dressed in Summer Elf armor approached them as they landed, a long, sharp spear in his right hand.

            “You must be the Royal Draconians,” the Elf muttered, sounding somewhat disgusted be respectful.

            “No, we’re the Trolls,” Rallinth replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He caught his mother glaring back at him afterward.

            “The king and queen are expecting you. Follow me.” The Elf turned on his heel and led them up a flight of stairs toward the huge oak wood doors. The doors creaked open, leading to a huge wide open empty circle.

            Before they could take a step further once they’d entered the huge room, three Elves entered in a rush from a door on the far side. Two were male, one being dressed in Summer Elf armor, the other two in royal clothing. The king, queen and a guard.

            “You’re here,” the king spoke as they slowed their pace. Rallinth looked at him and noticed worry lines around his eyes. Glancing at the queen, he could see worry etched on every part of her face, especially in her eyes.

            “Yes, we are,” his mother responded. “Let me introduce my family. My name is Kaye, Queen of the Draconians. This is my husband, Barroth, King of the Draconians. And these are our children, Prince Rallinth, whom your daughter will be marrying today, and Princess Aryxon.”

            “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” The king bowed slightly as did the guard. The queen just curtsied ever so slightly, not even bothering to bow her head. “I am Tanyl and this is my wife, Amra. This here is our son, Nym.” To the Rallinth’s surprise, he gestured to the guard who suddenly smirked.

            “It’s good to finally meet you,” Kaye replied, raising herself up slightly. “Now I do hope you have the wedding prepared. It was a part of the peace treaty we made.”

            “We are fully aware of the whole peace treaty we agreed to.” The king seemed to tense up slightly as he inhaled deeply and slowly let it go.

            “What’s the matter?” Barroth questioned, crossing his huge arms over his chest.

            The king seemed to hesitate as his face started to turn pale. “Our daughter, the princess, has gone missing.”

            “What?!”

            Rallinth could help but let out a laugh and everyone in the room turned to stare at him. Even his sister seemed surprise at his actions.

            “Sorry. It just amuses me,” he told them as he calmed down from his outburst. “You all had this whole thing planned and were so set on it. But then everything’s ruined and there’s nothing you seem to be able to do about it.”

            “Do you have any idea where she has gone?” Kaye asked as if Rallinth hadn’t said a word, putting a scowl on his face.

            “We believe she’s been kidnapped,” Nym responded right as the queen let out a sob. “She’s never left the castle in her life and she knows not to. That and one of our guards saw something flying away from the castle in the middle of the night last night.”

            “It could’ve been a bird,” Rallinth said. “I mean, she’s been locked up in this castle her whole life, don’t you think she’d want to run away when she got the chance?”

            “If that were the case, she’d be waiting for you to take her away,” Nym retorted, glaring at the Draconian prince. “She’s not one to run away like this.”

            “I woke to her screaming,” the king mumbled, holding his wife close. “She tends to have nightmares and so I was on my way to calm her down when it suddenly went quiet. I decided that she’d calmed herself down and went back to bed for the night.”

            “So say she was taken,” Rallinth spoke, moving forward to stand beside his parents instead of behind. “Who would take her and why?” Tanyl and Amra looked at each other helplessly while Nym took a step toward the Prince of the Draconians.

            “We don’t know, but I have an idea of who might,” he answered. “She only has two friends, a Night Fairey and a Summer Elf. I can take you to the Summer Fields so you can find that Elf.”

            “No, Nym,” Tanyl said before anyone else could respond. “You are the only heir. We can’t lose you, especially at a time like this.”

            Nym looked at his father with a determined expression. “I’ve been travelling between our lands and the Summer Fields just fine. This time is no different. We need to find Neora. I don’t know if either of you want to but I do.” He turned back to the Draconians, ignoring his parents’ shocked expressions. “I’ll take you. But once we find him, I’ll have to return. My people need to know that everything is alright even though their princess is missing. Do we have a deal?”

            “Fine,” Rallinth muttered. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

4: Summer Fields

Crouched on a thick branch, the Draconian Prince stared through the branches of the Tree Castle. His golden eyes stayed on the edge of the cliff as the yellow sun slowly rose into the sky. He barely blinked through the bright light, his mind on the journey ahead of him. He’d been awake far before the sunlight had even started to reach the night sky.

            “Rallinth!” Sighing heavily, he blinked and turned his head, glancing down below. Aryxon stood on the ground, looking up at him. They’d both changed back to more comfortable clothing after meeting with the Spring Elf king and queen. “Come down.”

            He inhaled deeply and jumped down a few branches before falling to the grassy ground. He landed heavily then stood and glanced at his sister. She stood tall beside him, a neutral expression on her pretty face.

            “What is it?” he asked in a bored tone as he moved his gaze back up to the huge tree above him.

            “We’re departing,” she replied.

            He snapped his attention back to her. “’We’?”

            She lifted her chin and met his hard gaze. “I will be accompanying you on your journey seeing as Briam is refusing to.”

            “And Mother and Father are alright with this?”

            “No. But they don’t want you to go alone either.”

            He growled, turning away from her. “They don’t trust me…”

            “I don’t think that’s it.” He glanced back when he heard her softer tone. She had relaxed her posture and her eyes were gentle now. “They love you, Rallinth. They may show it in very strange ways but they do, and they worry.”

            He scoffed. “They only worry because I will be taking the throne after Father instead of Briam…” Before she could respond, he stormed past her toward the front of the Tree Castle. “And if that’s the case then why are they sending me after the princess?”

            “Rallinth, have you ever thought that maybe they just want you to be happy?” He came to a halt at her words, his body tense. She approached him slowly, moving to stand in front of him and meet his gaze. “You are always so angry, even with me. Yet you claim I’m your best friend. Perhaps they think that this marriage will bring you the happiness that they want you to have.”

            He stared at Aryxon for a few moments, letting her words sink in. “Perhaps they just want to rid themselves of the throne and to do that, they need to marry me off.”

            Aryxon’s shoulders sagged in defeat as Rallinth walked past her once more. After a moment, she turned and followed him to where Prince Nym stood, speaking to his parents.

            Queen Amra glanced at Rallinth and Aryxon as they approached and reluctantly moved away from her son. King Tanyl put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

            “Are you ready to depart?” Nym inquired as he met Rallinth’s gaze.

            Rallinth glanced at the prince’s parents who looked back at him. He saw Amra mouth something and in return, he pressed his lips tightly together, narrowing his eyes.

            “Yes,” Aryxon responded for them both.

            “Good.” Nym bowed to his parents and to the rulers of the Draconians before spinning on his heel and heading straight into the thick trees.

            “Aren’t we flying?” Rallinth asked before Nym could take another step.

            The young male Elf glanced back at him. “I have nothing to ride on. Besides, you might learn a thing or two on foot, Draconian.”

            Rallinth snarled at him but wandered into the forest beside his sister as Nym moved forward.

Deep inside the forest was a completely different from the view up above that Rallinth always had. As much as he tried to not seem interested, he couldn’t help but look around at the greenery around him. Sunlight peeked through the leaves, causing everything to seem to glow. Little critters seemed to shine when in the light as they flew through the calming quiet air.

“You never know, Rallinth,” Aryxon spoke for the first time since they had started their trek to the Summer Fields, “You might like it here with the princess rather back in our homeland once we find her.”

Rallinth pulled his eyebrows together as he assessed his sister questioningly. “And what in the world would make you think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you haven’t been able to keep your head still since we left the Tree Castle?” He just scowled at her when she raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“I have to agree with her,” Nym commented from a few feet in front of them. “This forest is far better than your lands.”

“Have you ever been to Alderilem?” Aryxon questioned, picking up her speed to match the Elf’s.

“No, but I have heard many things about it. It seems to be such a dark and dreary land in comparison.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“You don’t like our homeland, Aryxon?” Rallinth asked as he followed Nym off a boulder, his sister right beside him.

“Of course I do. I just wouldn’t mind living in a place like this. I mean, there’s actual color and smells that aren’t just dirt. It’s completely different and not boring in the least. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m just tired of the same scenery. It’ll be good to get away for a time.”

Rallinth watched as his sister’s face lightened ever so slightly as she spoke of the bright world around them. He’d only ever seen her seem so alive when she was courting another Draconian back in their homelands. Even though he didn’t want her to join him in his task, he had already admitted to himself that he was grateful for her companionship.

…

It was near sundown when they entered the Summer Fields. The forest had disappeared a few miles away, the large open green fields the only thing in sight along with the city taking up majority of the land. Large walls covered in vines and mulch kept it only slightly camouflaged. It still a little while before they’d finally hit the city so they kept on walking.

When the sun was just at its peak on the horizon, casing shadows across the land, they were walking up to the large oak doors. Nym glanced upward briefly before looking at the two guards stationed outside the doors.

“Prince,” one said while glancing at his companion. “I’m afraid we cannot let you in. You brought the enemy with you.”

“I am aware of that, sir,” Nym replied smoothly. “But I have brought them because they are going on a search for my sister. This is her betrothed.” He gestured to Rallinth as he spoke the last sentence. In turn, Rallinth glanced over at the guards to see them pale before nodding. Then they turned toward the middle of the doors and pushed, the hinges creaking as they slowly opened.

Inside the walls was a little louder, even for it just being sunset. Rallinth and Aryxon followed Nym inside, walking right through the crowded streets. Some of the people moved away from them and some just kept walking. But not long after entering through the doors were loud screams heard. People who were just walking around soon started running, causing chaos to erupt all around them.

Suddenly, Nym stopped and spun around to face the Draconians. “They see you and they’re scared. It’s going to be harder to get through the city now. So just stay near me, alright?”

“Can’t we just fly?” Rallinth asked impatiently, a dull ache starting the back of his head.

Nym shook his head. “That would only make things worse. If anyone saw you flying, they’d shoot you down immediately. Now come on.” Right as he turned his back to them, a shout halted everyone in the vicinity.

“Prince Nym!” Nym slowly turned his head to the right where the female voice came from. Rallinth followed his gaze and saw a female Summer Elf stomping over. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and she wore tight brown clothing with a short one-shoulder green cloak and skirt. But that wasn’t what caught Rallinth’s attention. It was the furious expression on her face and how she seemed to hold herself as if she were above the prince. “You brought an enemy into our territory. Draconians nonetheless. Have you lost your mind?”

“My sister has gone missing, Bellasiel,” Nym retorted. “This Draconian is her betrothed and he has agreed to go in search of her. I’m just trying to help him get started on where to look. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, where is Jonas Braegan?”

Bellasiel went stiff at his words then straightened her posture, sticking her chin up and out slightly. “He left to go see your sister five days ago. I haven’t seen him since. Now please get these beasts off my land.”

Nym narrowed his eyes. “I will, once I talk with his parents.”

The woman’s lips pressed tightly together as she glared at the Spring Elf. After a long moment, she spun on her heel and stormed down the road. Nym only briefly glanced at the Draconian prince and princess before following her. Aryxon and Rallinth hurried after him, Rallinth moving to walk beside the Spring Elf.

“Who is she?” he inquired, staring at Bellasiel’s back.

“Captain of the Guard and the Queen’s personal guard. When the king and queen aren’t around, she’s in charge.”

“Where are the king and queen then?”

“Resting, I presume. It was just decided a few days ago that the rest of their willing and able men, including the king himself, are to go out to war. It’s been stressful seeing as everyone is preparing for it.”

“Wait. That means you’d have to go war too.”

Nym shook his head. “The Spring Elf warriors are going to be stationed in the city to keep it protected. It is only when it becomes fatal that we will join the Summer Elves out on the battlefield.”

Rallinth was surprised. Spring Elves weren’t of the fighting kind. He couldn’t help but wonder if the Summer Elves truly thought that letting their kind would be safe under the protection of their brethren.

Bellasiel stopped in front of a small cottage a few moments later and banged her fist on the door twice. Not a moment later, a middle-aged woman opened the door and stood in the doorway, her eyes wide.

“Captain, I-“

“Prince Nym of the Spring Elves wishes to speak to you and your husband, miss,” Bellasiel snapped. The woman blinked in surprise and peeked over her shoulder to look at Nym and his companions. When her eyes rested on Rallinth and Aryxon, her eyes went wide, her face pale.

“But… Isn’t that…?”

“Indeed it is, miss. But don’t fret. I will stay here while they speak to you.” The woman nodded then stepped aside as they all went in.

            “Prince, what brings you to my home?” the woman inquired, keeping her eyes glued to the Draconians.

            “Mrs. Braegan,” Nym said in a quiet and calm voice, causing her to look right at him in surprise. “Let me first reassure you that they will not harm you. They are only here to gather information.” She nodded, barely even relaxing. “I am sure you are aware that your son, Jonas, is friends with my sister.” She nodded once more. “Now, can you tell me where he could be? Captain Anira informed that he went to the Uira Forest only five days ago. We both are aware that it only takes a day to travel to and a day back. Can you tell me where he could’ve gone?”

            Mrs. Braegan looked down at the ground for a moment. “Well, my husband was just called to the battlefield right before Jonas left. Jonas himself didn’t tell me where he was headed, just that he was leaving.” She glanced up and met Nym’s gaze. “He was very upset about his father leaving. They had a close relationship with each other. When things don’t go his way or he’s overemotional, he tend to get reckless. I’m sorry, but he cannot give you a set answer. He could’ve gone anywhere.”

            “When he’s truly upset, does he have a certain place he visits to calm himself?”

            She shook her head once. “I’m afraid not.”

            “Can you lead us to someone who would know where he is or who could’ve taken the princess?” Rallinth asked. Mrs. Braegan looked at him with wide eyes, her body stiffening once more.

            “I… I know he’s befriended a Sunlight Fairey. I don’t know her name though.”

            “Where are the Sunlight Fairey’s located?”

            “In Cendawan, a few days trek from here,” Nym responded. He looked at Bellasiel, who stood in the corner of the house. “Can you have one of your soldier’s lead them?”

            Bellasiel narrowed her eyes. “They have wings. They can fly.”

            “You know as well as I do that if they were to fly, they’d get killed.”

            The captain smirked. “Good riddance.”

            Rallinth growled ferociously, moving toward her. She was quick to pull her sword and aim it at his throat, her gaze unwavering.

            “Rallinth, stop!” Nym yelled, stepping in front of him and putting a hand on his chest. When he was sure that Rallinth wasn’t going to move, he glanced back at Bellasiel. “If he and my sister don’t wed, there would be no peace treaty. Meaning that the Draconians would slaughter my kind and you’re people would suffer as well. Now do you really wish that upon all of us?”

            Bellasiel only glared at Rallinth before slowly lowering her sword. Rallinth huffed at her and took a step back.

            “I’ll have someone guide you tomorrow,” the captain said finally as she sheathed her sword. “It is too dangerous around these parts in the night or else I’d have you leave right away.”

            Nym bowed his head to her, surprising the Draconians. “Thank you, Captain Anira.”

            Bellasiel just shook her head and turned one of her guards standing outside. “Find them a place to stay that is away from our people.” She glanced back at the trio as they all exited the house after thanking Mrs. Braegan. “Meet at the front gates by dawn or no one will guide you to your destination.” With that, she turned and disappeared into the city.

            A guard gestured for the trio to follow him and led them through the city to the far side where only a small building was placed on a hill.

            “Rest easy, prince,” the guard mumbled before hurrying away.

            Nym led them up to the building and knocked a few times before pushing the door open. He glanced around before walking inside. “It seems as if it’s abandoned. Find a room and get to sleep quickly. You have a long journey ahead of you.”

            “Sleep sounds wonderful right now,” Aryxon muttered as she stretched before disappearing deep inside the house.

            Rallinth was about to follow her when Nym grabbed his arm. He looked sharply at him, his eyes narrowed.

            “I may not be here when you wake tomorrow morn so I must ask you now,” the Spring Elf asked in a low voice. “When you find my sister, Neora, can you promise me you’ll keep her safe?”

            Rallinth blinked at him. Even though he’d agreed to find her, no one had ever said anything about her safety. Including him. Without a word, he nodded. They’d only just met and the Draconian already had a sliver of respect for this man. He was strong, brave and intelligent. Spring Elves were not warriors but he seemed to be a good one.

            Nym physically relaxed, a look of relief on his face as he dropped his arm and stepped away. He met Rallinth’s gaze as he said, “Thank you.”

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Blegh, I don't like this chapter as much. Probably because I changed my writing like halfway through. My bad! Oh well...