The Chieftain's Slave (Lady Bellona and Silver Star)

[Silver Star]

The sun was setting on the horizon but the fires that burned the trees around were keeping the whole scene lit. The place, once a pillar of wisdom and beauty, was now a ruin reflecting chaos, destruction and death.

It was known that the Silver Forest was a sacred place for the elves, one where the members of it's community could find safety and comfort, enlightenment and power. Only the most influential and important of their circle were allowed there, so it was always heavily guarded by both the elite army of elvish scouts and the mages in service of the crown. Any band of rogues or thieves that would try to invade such protected place, would definitely find proper punishment for their intrusion.

This time, however, the invaders weren't simple thieves or bandits trying to steal some loot, the threat was far more grand and the elves could not respond to it accordingly. A horde of thounsands and thousands of savage orcs had just invaded the realm through a dimensional portal and nothing seemed to be able to stop them. Among all the clans that took part of such a massive army of warriors, there was one called The BlackFire Clan, the most powerful and feared of them all. It contained warriors that were second to none, the orcs that were a part of that group were constantly fighting and focusing their energies in becoming stronger. Leading them, was their chieftain Roghmarr the strongerst orc in the entire horde. He lead his warriors with an iron fist, making sure they would always fight till the very end, and adopt a fearless and reckless attitude in combat.

Even though Roghmarr was very strict when it came to leaving survivors, because he had a firm rule of sparing no one after the an attack, for the first time he was making an exception. After slaying all the guardians of the Silver Forest, he found himself in front of an the elvish princess, a living symbol of grace and beauty. Covered in the blood of her brothers and sisters, the chieftain smiled, showing a wicked grin of perversion in his face, and grabbed the elf by the neck, looking at her deeply in the eyes with clear bad intentions. -You... slave to Roghmarr... Kneel and surrender... or meet Roghmarr's axe!- The orc yelled, releasing her soft and delicate neck, expecting her to react.

 

[Lady Bellona]

As a Healer in training, particularly during a time of war and uncertainty, Elaria was no stranger to the sight of blood or to see injured or dying elves. Goddess knew that she had even had to mourn the loss of family, friends and fellow elves alike - something so rare since elves had longer than average lifespans - since the brutish, savage orc clans had invaded the once peaceful and prosperous lands of the Silver Forest.

Even then she doubted that anyone, not even her father, had expected to lose. By the time the armies had been sighted at the strawberry fields just at the mouth of the main dwelling of the Silver Forest elves, it was practically too late to even attempt a retreat. Even the women and children who had hastily attempted an evacuation were not spared, no mercy among the orcs as they slaughtered any and every elf in their path.

Her father, her beloved father, had not wanted to leave but knowing that it was better for him to retreat and help the people who were still living, he had reluctantly let himself be rushed away by the royal guards, ushered away with Elaria, the Queen having been evacuated with the first group. His retreat did not mean cowardice though. When they had been surrounded, he had raised his own sword, fighting alongside his fellow elves only to be run through with a blade, earning an anguished scream from Elaria as she broke her own oath, stabbing an orc with her dagger before running to her father's now fallen body, feeling her heart break.

Perhaps she should have saved her dagger for herself as she soon found herself before one of the filthy, despicable orcs. He, Elaria thought it must be a male for it was truly ugly, yelled something at her, malice in his eyes. She could not understand him but she did not need to. Her eyes burned with righteous pride as she gave the orc - his tunic and blade both as bloody as the other - a once over before flitting her eyes away, as though dismissing the orc from her sight, as though she was not surrounded by a legion of her people's enemies and murderers. She may be outnumbered, her people may have lost but she would not bow to another.