The war of Races

The study seemed barren and lonely in the harsh candlelight, the parchment increasingly difficult to decipher as the sun faded; crawling back behind the edge of the world and plummeting all those who dwelled within it into another dreadful night, one that many would not survive. The world that Astria had been born into was a dangerous place, one that was forever plagued with war, something that the girl had yet to witness as she had spent her nineteen years in the safety of a Fera village. Never once allowed to venture into the outside world. After all, not all beings were as accepting as the Fera were towards half-breeds as they were also seen as lesser beings by many races. The half human, half animal creatures lived in exile, traded and sold as slaves whenever they entered the world of man. Something that Tuviel did not wish for her daughter, and yet; Astria was not a Fera, she was simply a child born to two very different races. The elves where her father had stolen

Astria was very aware of how alone she was she walked back along the cluster of huts, knowing that should war be declared, she would lose someone more dear to her than her own life. She dragged her exhausted body forward with her eyes lowered towards the ground as she allowed her mind to wander, fearing that once she returned home her life would change forever, and in a way that she would be unable to control. Her senses were keen and alert as her eyes shifted between the darkness of the huts, the feeling that someone was watching her plaguing her every step. Was someone in the darkness, following her? Would they attack? She shook her head, pushing the feeling aside as she believed it to be nothing more than paranoia, brought on by her many worries. Sighing, she turned her thoughts back towards the problems she now faced, allowing them to fill her.What would happen should war begin, would she ever see her friend again? What did John want with her mother? Tears slid down her

Astria's voice filled the space between the trees, soothing both her mother and Jonathan as they relentlessly pushed forward, barely stopping to catch their breath. Once finished she lowered her eyes towards the ground, knowing that they still had so long ahead of them.Jonathan left them at the river after saying a quick goodbye, the wooden bridge large and sturdy under their petite forms as the crossed in a hurry, hoping to make it to a small village before nightfall so they wouldn’t have to sleep rough. Wasting no time, Tuviel took them through ever treeline possible, worried that should they be out in the open for too long they would be spotted by those who pursued them.The trees ranged for what seemed like a hundred miles in all directions, the ground littered with the dying leaves of autumn, informing Astria that the nights would continue to grow colder until the first snows of winter, though she worried they would never make it to their destin

Astria woke suddenly in the dim candlelight, something had forcefully ripped her from the sweet bliss of dreaming, though she wasn’t able to recall the cause. The room was eerie silent as she stretched in the oversized feather bed, moaning softly as if to fill void she felt within the air. Normally she would hear the soft snoring that came with the rise and fall of her mother’s chest as she slept, and yet as she slowly began to open her eyes, the only sound that enchanted the room was her own breathing and the soft hiss of the wind as it seeped through the slightly ajar window.“Mother?” she called, her eyes scanning the darkness as her heart began to race; her fear of being left alone now prominent and alive within her mind.Astria crawled out of her bed, quickly tugging on her boots and rushing towards the window. Briefly catching a glimpse of her mother as she turned right into a small ally beside two vast taverns, accompanied by a stranger t

Astria shifted nervously in his arms, unsure how she should act as their forms were pressed together, the air suddenly seeming too warm.“If you don’t stop fidgeting I may drop you.” The man laughed, watching as a small blush rose in her cheeks.“I’m sorry, I have just never been carried before.” Astria murmured, tightening her arms around his neck. “You won’t really drop me, will you?”He laughed once more, “no sweet girl, I will not drop you.”The girl smiled, biting her bottom lip as she glanced around the streets; the sun rising over the houses. “Where are you from?”“Me?” Gilmy asked rhetorically, “You wouldn’t know of it.”Astria frowned, her curiosity spiking. “I have studied every town and city of Threosant. I’m sure that I would have heard of it.”“I am not from Threosant.”“I