Elf King of T'ron (part 1) (standard:fantasy, 0 words)
Author: Oz	Added: Jun 22 2001	Views/Reads: 3290/5	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Fate and the paths it chooses for us

Elf King Of T'ron 

Life chooses our paths for us for reasons we can only fathom.  This is
especially true for me, Oz Silverleaf.  I am an elf young in age only 
182 years old, but already life has started to play games with me.  Up 
until last week I lead a very normal life as a ranger when I ran into 
the person who would change my life forever.  Her name was Arial.  She 
stands about 5' 6", has dirty blond hair, and blue eyes that could ease 
anyone's fear.  I found her fighting five guards from the country 
T'ron.  Being the person I am I decided to help her in the battle.  
This was my first mistake my second mistake was bringing her back to my 
village to rest up and heal after the battle. "And I always thought 
elves hated humans." Arial said even though I knew she was lying 
because she wasn't full human but I won't say anything to her, yet.  
This was my first insight to what I was in for.  The reason why she was 
fighting the guards was because she was a rebel trying to overthrow the 
King. "Why bother fighting something so petty as rule when you're not 
of royal heritage," I said.  Never again though will I ever say that 
again because she knocked me out without any effort. When I woke the 
next morning she was still sleeping, thank you.  I definitely did not 
need a repeat of last night.  That's when I decided I had to apologize 
for what I said last night, and like always this is easier said than 
done.  "Good morning Arial.  How did you sleep last night?" "Better 
than you though I did find your bed more comfortable than the floor." 
"Real funny Arial you should have told me you felt so strongly about 
getting rid of the old king." "Why so you could mock me about that too. 
 No I don't think so you elves can be so inconsiderate at times."  This 
fight went on for about an hour before I felt the floor again but 
luckily this time I got up.  These fights happen often so don't worry 
about the minor details she wins 90% of the time.  I'll describe her 
better for you now that we have the time.  Her weapons of choice are 
two short swords; she has a light build, and a very nice body.  She is 
the type of girl I've been looking for. After about a week she had 
healed enough to travel.  I asked if I could come and help with the 
rebellion.  Don't ask me why I'm still trying to figure out myself. "Do 
you mean it or are you just trying to get hit again?" " No I really 
want to help you get rid of this tyrant.  Besides something tells me I 
have to go to stop something I was born to fight." " Okay, but be 
warned some felly more strongly about this rebellion than I do."  Chalk 
up another mistake.  This one cost me my spot as the village ranger.  
Oh well, this is going to be fun I hope. This is when I met John, 
Taylor, Jen, and Schidner.  John is 6'2", heavy build, black hair, 
green eyes, and a temper to fuel anyone in a fight.  Taylor is your 
average thief black hair, black eyes, light build, and very deadly at 
night.  Jen is simply put a bitch.  I know it's not nice but true she 
will do anything for attention.  She is 5'3", red hair, green eyes, and 
a light build.  Everyone says I started off good with her seeing she 
only swung at me once before Arial stopped her.  I still don't know why 
she swung at me and no one will tell me. Now Schidner is weird he is 
the only one besides me who is fighting just for the fun of it.  He is 
5'10", gray hair, silver eyes, and a medium build.  He is going to be 
fun seeing he is a half-elf. "Where may I ask did you get this 
asshole," asked Schidner after I was introduced to everyone by Arial. 
"He helped me in the woods against some guards then took care of me 
till I could ride again."  Now this shocked everyone because she was 
never this kind. "Well he is an elf just like the king why should we 
trust him they're all alike if you ask me." Jen said as she tried to 
get pass Arial to hit me again. "Stop.  Hold on a minute, do you know 
which area the king came from because if he came from the Shadowvale 
east of here then I will be of more help than you realize." " What do 
you mean Shadowvale all there is east of here are mountains." Arial 
said frustrated about something. "I know this but inside the mountains 
is what the elves call Shadowvale the place where subtractive magic 
originates for elves anyway." "You mean the king may have magic and 
that's why we can't get to the castle." " Depends did you feel a pang 
of nausea as you head towards the castle?" " Yes but what does that 
have to do," Arial said, "oh I get it now that wave of nausea is part 
of a spell to tell who is coming towards the castle."  Okay now that we 
know what were up against it's time to make a plan to get through 
without getting caught. This is where stupidity is welcome. I suggested 
we say that I'm an elvish lord wanting to meet the king.  I could bring 
Arial as a slave with me to the castle.  That changed though because 
Jen, Taylor, and Trev didn't think I would bring her back alive.  They 
just don't know that my father is actually the king of Silverglade so 
in reality I am an elvish lord.  This happened because Jen and Taylor 
didn't trust me at all to bring Arial back alive. "Oz I'm not wearing 
this just because you said so." "Fine Jen but it's your funeral not 
mine." "But this is so chauvinistic.  It shows off my ass and breast." 
"I know but that is how slaves are dress so put it on or your don't go 
got it." This job sucks why do I have to always start off doing things 
I hate.  Hell I don't want to be king in my own country because I don't 
like the idea of slavery.  " Arial do you have any complaints such as 
our lovely Jen did" "No but can you tell me if I'm wearing this 
properly."  Remember how I told you she had a nice body well this 
definitely accented it. "Y...yeah that's on right and may I add you 
look lovely today Arial." Taylor said because I couldn't stop staring 
at her body. " Hey Oz what do you think your... who's that in the slave 
gear." " Hi, John I guess I am wearing this right if no one recognizes 
me in it". " Oz is that really Arial." " Yes that is Arial are you sure 
you don't want to be a body guard for me on the trip?" " Let me get 
ready I will be right with you."  This is going to be a long trip 
because they want it as real as possible so that the king won't know 
the difference.  The differences are that Arial and Jen won't be slaves 
and they don't know I'm actually an elvish lord. 


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