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The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 7.

Hi guys. It´s me again :-P Hope you enjoyed the previous part. I know it was bit short, but don´t worry :-) I´ll try to make this one longer.

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When Eunis properly fixed his arm, he tried to stand, but his stiff legs buckled. Arian gave Eunis Karmisha.

“Hold her. I'll help him get up.” he buttressed blacksmith. Although Sankore was pretty heavy, Arian didn´t have to put a great effort to it.

“What was the poem which you said earlier? It sounded very nice.” she asked. Sankore laughed.

“It wasn´t just an ordinary poem. It was a prayer. To Mykénai so we would be safe again and could rejoice.” they walked slowly into the middle of the village. Several elves have returned from the forest. They stood in a huddle before the house of their headman. Perhaps they wanted to report the damage. Among them was also the blacksmith´s woman. As soon as she saw them, she threw her arms around Sankore´s neck, nearly knocking him over. She thanked the pair and took her husband aside. A moment later the headman appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in the traditional robe. He looked worried and tired eyes scanned the small crowd. He raised his hands to establish calmness. Everyone quieted.

“Are there any elves in the forest?” he asked. He had a hoarse voice.

“Our patrols are still searching for them.” said one elf. “If there is still someone they will find them and bring them to the village.” The headman nodded.

“Many brave elves were dragged into captivity. Despite this sad event we have to finish the celebration of the Blue moon.” A commotion occurred. There were various protests.

“Calm down, please.” he shouted in a loud voice. “I know it is hard for some of you, but we have no choice. If the ritual does not take place we will be vulnerable. Days like this could happen again.”

“And who actually attacked us? “a voice came from the crowd.

“It is not known yet. We do not know the assailants, which direction they came, nor why they came here. What is certain is that they have no mercy. They're bloodthirsty creatures who are versed in their skills. If we do not want them to meet again, we will have to start the celebration. Until the arrival of the Blue moon remained only few days. Sankore, take a couple of elves and put into repairs. Paran, you and the other healers treat the wounded. Dastan, find out who is missing. And the rest of you continue the preparations for the celebration.” he ordered and returned to the house.

The crowd broke up into groups that began to work hard. Eunis joined healers and Arian helped with repairs. The village was flooded in the soft orange light of flaming torches. Darkness fell at the forest. The sky was clear and the landscape was lit by crescent moon. It wasn´t until late in the night, when all tiredly lay down. Some elves were already able to return to newly built homes, but most had to have recourse to his friends. Eunis stood in front of her house. Some walls have been already repaired, but to stay there was still impossible. She didn´t have any friends or family members, to which she might hide. Vainly she looked around, that she might catch a glimpse of Erin. She is friend with everyone and she would certainly find someone to stay with. But she was nowhere to be found. Suddenly she saw Arian coming. She waved to him. He waved back and walked faster.

“How is Karmisha?” she asked as already he stood next to her.

“More than good.” his face lit up happily. “She sleeps in my home and it seems that she's all right.” “I'm so glad. I guess it was just twisted.” she said. Arian grinned, but when his gaze fell upon a destroyed house, his face grew sad.

“Perhaps now you have nowhere to live, right? Your house was probably in the path of the unknown invaders. Fortunately, I live on the other edge of the village, so the house wasn´t destroyed. So I want to ask you if you want to maybe sleep out with me.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.” she smiled.

Then they turned and headed for the Arian´s house. It was really in a remote part. There wasn´t much houses, but they were slightly larger and even nicer than in the village center. Arian's house was perhaps the largest. It had stone walls and a thatched roof. Lots of small windows were regularly stationed. It seemed that it even has two floors. Beside the house was a small garden with different plants. Above the door hung a small bell. Eunis looked over it. It was made of a dark iron, almost black. Probably it was poured into the mold, because she noticed a thin seam on the side of the bell. Edge was nicely decorated with engraved ornaments. Different waves and spirals form a regular line. Inside was hanging mallet, possibly from the same material. Bell slightly hung over the door, so when Arian opened the door, the bell rang powerfully.

“It's a little insurance.” he explained. “When someone tries to reach us, we´ll hear it. Moreover, the bell is black, so in the dark no one would notice. Welcome to our home.” he gestured her to enter.

The housing was very nicely decorated. It felt comfortable, but also airy. On the right was a large kitchen, next to which was rectangular oak table with four chairs. It seemed very nice. At the second wall there was a large library and a wicker rocking chair. On the walls were fastened a few paintings with landscapes. The house had really two floors. Instead of a wall, which should be opposite the door, a spiral wooden staircase soar. It probably led to the bedrooms. Stairs were directed to the right side. Behind them there was hiding a living room. It wasn´t much to see nevertheless Eunis saw a large fireplace and a cornice full of candlesticks and vases. In some were flowers. From the fireplace embers still gleamed gently illuminating the room.

“You have it really nice here.” she said appreciatively.

“I'm glad you like it here.”

“Good thing that the invaders missed it. It would be a shame if they demolished it. What they were looking for?”

“I'll tell you why they were here.” said a voice behind them. They turned in shock. At the door was a young elf. Could be a little older than Arian.

„I'll never understand how you can come without ever rang the bell.” said Arian. Elf had not been paying the slightest attention to him. He looked only at Eunis. His green eyes glared Eunis straight in the eye.

“You know, why come here?” he asked. Eunis shook her head. She was afraid of him.

“I'll tell you. They came because of you.” he pointed a finger at her.

“Me?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“The whole village is turned upside down because they wanted you.” the elf said with cold and accusatory tone. “You have something they want and they'll take it no matter what it costs.”

“But I don´t have anything!” she shouted. “I didn´t take anything from them. I don´t even know them.”

“But they do know you.” he held a crumpled piece of paper before her eyes. Eunis stared at him with her mouth open. It was drawn her portrait. Although there was a small, but it was her.

“They're looking for you.” he said quietly. Arian, who just watched in astonishment until now, snatched the paper from his hand.

“What are you talking about? Where'd you get it?”

“I took it from one of them when he was not looking.” he replied tersely. Arian looked at the Eunis. She still stood there and looked mindlessly ahead.

“You okay?” Arian asked. Eunis was about to respond, but before she could say anything, her knees gave way and she fell unconscious to the ground. Arian immediately knelt beside her.

“Eunis? Hello. Can you hear me? Wake up.” he shook with her. Eunis still lay limply on the ground.

“Thus really did pretty well.” he snapped to the other elf. He shrugged.

“Is it true? It is. Someone had to tell her.”

“At least help me to take her to your room, you truthful.”

The elf rolled his eyes, but then he helped him carry Eunis into one of the rooms on the second floor.

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OOOOOH! A new mysterious elf appeared.... What is his part?

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