• Chapter 4 – My Attempt to Freedom

    “Breakfast!” the cell keeper called, throwing a piece of rotting meat in my cell.

    I stared at the disgusting scrap of meat, and spit a blast of fire to get rid of the smell in my evil hell hole. I laid my head on top of my claws and sighed, sadly. I’ve been in this hell hole for three months, it feels longer though. I wonder if Syor is alright? I looked at an old skeleton and thought of the possibilities of what could have happen. Syor could have died by those creatures. They could have hanged her, slit her throat, burned her alive, they could have tortured her. I shook my head and put my claws over my eyes. I have to think about the good things. Syor could be at home waiting for me, she could still be alive. I just pray to Quinmeartha she’s alright.

    The sound of metal opening rung through out the cell, I listened as the keeper jingled the keys against my cell door and open it slowly. A boy with midnight black hair to his back with bangs the color of blood. His eyes were different from his people, one was topaz and the other was sapphire, both holding gentleness that was strangely comforting. Who was this elf though? I growled, telling him to go away like all the other visitors.

    “Now that isn’t the way to treat someone who is trying to help you, Memory.” He said with a smug smirk on his face.

    “How do you know my name you heartless creature!?” I growled.

    The man chuckled and walked closer to me. I tried to move, but the chains kept me down.

    “That human you protect ever so loyalty is very trusting. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay and protect her for you.” He said and bowed. “I’m Xalphor, 2nd in command of the army you fought.”

    “You’re that elf that tried to help Syor.”

    “Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” he laughed standing back up.

    I looked at him, my dragon brow raised at his sudden outburst. He was a strange one, that was for sure.

    “So, why are you here elf?” I question, trying to relax myself.

    “My name is Xalphor and as I said before, I’m here to help you.” He said, checking to see what the guard was doing.

    The guard gave a loud cough still looking around, obviously not listening to the conversation. I stared at the elf for a few seconds than snorted, putting my head back on my claws.

    “Why should I trust you? I may be grateful you saved Lady Syor, but I still don’t trust your kind.” I snapped, now ignoring him.

    “Look here you stubborn dragon! I may not be your precious Lady Syor but I still want to help you. I don’t approve of my people doing this to others and seeing creatures like you suffer. I’m going to help you like it or not.” Xalphor said, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough not to let the guard hear.

    “I’ll believe it, when I see it.” I muttered, closing my eyes.

    He snorted and left the cell, to leave me alone in my solitude yet again. I sighed. Could that elf really help me escape from here? The day soon ended and I still laid in my cell thinking about the possibilities of escaping with my life. The guards stood watch at every corner of the castle and not one missed a person who passed by. No light was in my cell, it was all pitch black. Not even the moon shone into my cell to give me hope of escaping. Darkness welcomed me with open arms. The sound of clanking metal caught my attention as a guard left his post to check out the noise.

    “Xalphor, sir? What are you doing here in this time of day?” He asked.

    I continued to listen also wondering why the elf returned. A weak cough escaped from the guard’s throat before more silence filled the cell. I snorted. I knew that elf couldn’t be trusted. I heard keys jangle against the door and it squeaked open. Footsteps closed in on me. I looked up to see a dark, familiar face.

    “Told you, I’d help.” He said, smirking and dangling the keys to my chains. “Now let’s get out.”

    He began to remove the chains from my legs and body. I watched his every move as he lifted the chains off.

    “Why are you helping me? You’ll be rejected by your own people.” I muttered.

    “I’ve always been rejected. I was never like them. I could never take a life for the joy of killing. My people may be one with nature but they’ll never be able to control nature.”

    I heard another pair of foot steps walk in on us and Xalphor quickly turned to them.

    “I knew you’d disappoint us. You always do.” The man said, holding his eagle like helmet at his side.

    He wore blood red armor and seemed to have many experiences in the way of the sword. The man drew his sword, holding no emotion in his eyes. Xalphor stood up and stared at the man.

    “Come now son, you wouldn’t want to disappoint me and your mother now?” The man said walking closer and dragging his sword across the ground.

    “I could never impress you father and mother never acknowledges my existence. Ya’ll never cared about me.” Xalphor snapped.

    “Die than!” His father yelled and charged.

    I stepped in front of the two NightElfs and roared at Xalphor’s father. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me as if he was studying my next move. He was trying to read me. I snorted, flames shooting out of my nostrils.

    “It seems you have befriended that beast. Hn…you’ll got to hell for helping out one of these servants of the devil.”

    “I’m not a servant of the devil you godforsaken monster! What makes you think all these pointless killings are the way that nature wants it?!” I roared, trying to hold myself back from attacking the NightElf before me.

    “It is the will of god that drives my people! It is god’s wish for every single one of my people to purify this land he created for us. To send those, that have defied the laws he created, to the place where they rightfully belong!” He yelled. “I am the right hand man of god and I will do as god wishes, for I am the lord and savior’s servant!”

    “How can you believe in such foolishness?! How is this the will of good!? What makes you think god wants all this blood spilled in his name!?” I snapped.

    “You’ll never understand, foul beast. You are a servant of hell and will always will be.”

    “If this is really the will of god than never count on me to be a follower of him or any other higher power. I shall find my own way through life rather than relying on a higher power.”

    “Hn…Than burn in hell!”

    Xalphor’s father charged at me, fire burning in his eyes. I got in position to burn the foul creature to a crisp. I took in a deep breath and blew, but before I knew it, Xalphor stood in front of the green flames his sword sucking in its power. He stood there now with a sword shrouded in green flames. His and his father’s sword clashed and now the fight was of pure strength.

    “You will die with you hell driven pet, Xalphor!” His father yelled.

    “I will show you father, that there is more to life than god.” Xalphor said and pushed hard against his sword.

    His father flinched from the intensity of the flames and was left to bind to his knee. Xalphor finally pushed with all his strength, knocking his father back and slicing through his armor. The fire dispersed from the sword making it shined more of blood red than it ever did. He stared at his father’s knocked out body, knowing he wasn’t dead. He put his sword back in his sheath and looked back at me.

    “Get out of here, Memory. I must pay for my crimes.” He said as if he was about ready to break down. “Tell your Lady Syor that I will meet her again some day.”

    I chuckled and shook my head, grabbing a hold of the elf and placing him upon my back.

    “Tell her yourself.” I said and took flight, breaking through my once stone cell.

    Xalphor held on for dear life not thinking twice of letting go. The people below began to scatter, scared that there was no order in their once peaceful home. Xalphor stared down at his people and sighed. He began to mess with the bracelet on his left wrist and quickly looked away.

    “Look, I know you don’t want to leave but sooner or later you were going to have to. I knew I would never be by Syor’s side, but I promised her I’d return. Maybe one day you can return to your people and make a change for the better than what your father is doing.” I said trying to comfort him.

    “I guess so…Thank you, Memory, I shall pay your kindness back some how.” Xalphor said, actually putting on a smile.

    Hopefully I can learn from this being, probly we can become…friends. But one thing is for sure I must learn of another way than flying every where. Sooner or later someone will strike us while we sleep. I must learn a new ability.