It began, of course, in times long past, when the forest remained fresh, free from the quiet happenings of outside beings, the many platforms of the city still green and newly placed. The only imperfection lying tucked in a far corner, resting in the carved out chasm, and nestled in the confines of the looming castle. The inhabitants sequestered in their deadly haven away from the eyes of the elves outside, never seen or heard, only remembered when the stillness is shattered by the disappearance of someone.
No one knew what occurred behind the cold stones of the castle, no one knew where or how they happened across the small wisp of a girl, or could even fathom how she managed her escape, but she had. So small to be running in terror, the quiet snap of twigs as she ran alone into the darkness, running, from a far more deadly darkness that closed rapidly on her heels. The moon that night, for whatever reason, glowed more brightly than normal, its pale rays filtering gently through the branches tangled above the forest floor. Pooling in a small clearing it sat, watching the activities of two elves, father and son, who sat talking in hushed tones to the wolves and beasts of the wood.
If perhaps the shock had not been so great, they say, or the soft glow of light hadnt played so hauntingly across the wild locks of platinum hair and smooth ebony skin covered in dirt, just perhaps she may have lived, saved by the pair left speechless before her. So quiet, so very quiet did she speak, tears streaming in glistening streaks from wide, clear eyes, her tongue so foreign, exotic and sweet. Had they known what she whispered, pleaded with them, just maybe, they would have saved her, this child of Innoruuk, destined to be hated in later years, and forced now to flee for her very life before she knew why she was there or what she truly ran from.
Theyve never really decided what caused the wolves to move, if it had been her own terror they smelled, or the stab of hatred felt from the father as he stared at her, or just maybe they felt the need to protect that boy they surrounded, sensing the fear or hearing the pound of his heart. But move they did, their lips curling as they took chase, those crystal blue eyes widening further as she turned, no longer running from those she left at the castle, but from the snapping jaws of the creatures of the forest. Had he known his sons gaze was still held through the eyes of those wolves, he may have stopped them, but in an instant, the shrill scream pitched through the woods, reaching up towards the moon as the residents of the city awakened. The next morning left that boy in a state of complete shutdown, unable to move or speak, his eyes staring unseeing towards an unknown point. He never recovered some will tell you, he spent his life in such a state, locked in the unending cycle he saw that night through anothers gaze.
And always, as the story is brought to an end, the narrator will say she deserved what she got, simply for her breeding, or shake their head sadly, stating what a pity for the poor child, for both whos lives where lost that night. The moon never glowed quite like it had again, some even say, that was when the wolves first began to howl their songs to the pale disk hovering in the night sky. Now, if you sit in the right spot, you can hear her soft cry echoing through the trees, and if you are lucky, she will come to you, the tears still fresh on her cheeks, whispering those same words she had so long ago in her own tongue, begging for someone to save her, but always disappearing when the wolves sound their cry. If you ever venture to the city of woodland elves, ask them to tell you why the ghost of a Teirdal child wanders alone in the forest of the Lesser Fay, and see what they say. [ 08-26-2001: Message edited by: Santyri ]
Tell me what you think.. I can handle it.. really...
OOC: Nice story, but i had to read it closely to get the full meaning 
gives the ogre some cookies so he won't eat her
