The Cult Of Spear (The Empress of Hell Series, Book 1)

The Murder

It was a moonless night.Away from the hut where she and her father lived, Lariel wiped the sweat from her face as she lowered her axe into yet another tree. She was not looking for firewood, but training. Her muscles tensed as she struck the massive trunk, causing a huge gash in the wood. The dark-skinned half-elf with pitch-black hair around her growled in frustration. She still wasn't good enough.Still frowning, the nineteen-year-old turned and walked briskly back to the house.The nice little wooden house was far away from the city for obvious reasons: her father was one of the last remaining pureblood elves in the world. Most humans, dwarves and various mixtures of other races did not exactly feel at ease around him, or treated him as if he were a deity. This made the old man very angry.Upon opening the door, the first thing his father says is:"You need a bath."And indeed she did. Sweat dripped down her mahogany-colored skin, and the smell she exuded was not particularly ple