2 Chapter 1 :The Letter

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It was a cold dark night as Presley ran through the wood of Serphia. He heard shouts called from behind him. The king guards followed Presley on foot with burning torches that lit up the night. He knew if they caught him, he would surely be killed like the rest of his family. Such a coward Presley thought to himself as the magic within him refused to emerge. He barely managed to slip into a small cave just past a few brushes that was on the right.. The guards didn't seem to notice and continue down the path.

He waited until he heard the faint sounds of the guards shouting from a distance. It was all coming back to him now. The huge palace decorated with gold streamers and the king's statue standing tall in the heart of the castle. The sculpture tile floors he walked on and the grand dining room table he sat at, that expand from one side of the room to the other. It was a celebration for the Kingdom of Serphia, his parents were placed to be the King's right arm in politics and battle.

In the flash of an eye, the Queen's last breath was draught as her cup was poisoned by someone. Lies filled the room as the blame was put on the new right arms. They check to make sure the food and drinks were good; how could such a thing slip by them? The King didn't wait for an answer. Screaming and blood was all that surrounded the room. Presley mother pleading for mercy as she told him to run. As he turned to exit his father head rolled to his feet. He froze in place as he saw his sister Penelope being taken in shackles and screaming his name. The memory rang in his ears as he tried to push them away now. Guilt filled his stomach realizing how his power refused to emerge because he feared for his life more than to save his loved one.

The crackle of a twig caught Presley attention as he turned quickly to face the person that stood before him. A tear trickle down his cheek as he recognized who was standing before him. Her blue eyes were puffed from all the crying, her hair was shaved badly wearing a torn dirty dress that cover up to her knees. Her lip whisper "Why did you leave me?" as she herself began to cry. Presley hesitantly approached her, feeling regret as he managed to say, "I didn't know what to do Penelope, I'm sorry !!!".

Tears flowed down his face as he grabbed her hand and looked up at her. She gave him one of her warm smile and kiss his forehead. He hugged her crying in her arms and the cold air blew. He looked up back at her again, but something changed. Her eyes were now dripping blood and she started to yell" Runnn!!!" He tried to calm her down, but shackles appear on her wrists and it started to pull them back towards a dark shadow. Penelope push him off yelling for him to Run!! and disappeared into the shadow. Presley jump out of his bed with sweat dripping down his face. His heart pump rapidly as he tries his best to calm down. A nightmare, he thought to himself. They have been happening more frequently since the letter he received 4 days ago. He slowly moves to sit at the side of his bed and read it again to himself. The letter had no name, address or familiar handwriting he had ever seen.

It said 5 words "Your sister is still alive". At first, he felt hope, that maybe the king was merciful. That his sister was still alive. But then doubt ran through his mind more than one He thought that it must have been a prank, maybe someone one was trying to blackmail him. He was on the other side of Serphia in a small town of Auguste away from the palace. How could someone have from him through all these years? He wanted to forget Serphia forever. Yet he still couldn't shake the feeling that the king was still looking for him and that maybe his sister was still alive? His thoughts were interrupted when he looked out the window, realizing he had 15 minutes to get ready for work.

He stumbles out of the bed tries his best to get ready. It would be the third time this week that he has been coming late. He could hear his bosses' words play in his mind saying "How can I make weapons if my scout is nowhere to be found, and without fire "he chuckled to himself at the thought. Morris Churchill was his bosses name, he was a decent old man that took Presley under his wings.

Mr. Churchill was about 6 ft tall had dark brown eyes and had facial hair that cover his mouth a little. His hair was neatly shaved and wore an amulet that was given to him from his former lover. His shop was just a mile away from Presley little cottage found just inside the small town of Auguste. Before Presley came into Mr. Churchill life, he would set out to the dangerous forest to find raw material to make weapons. Rumors spread through the town if you travel far deep into the forest that you would stumble upon deal making elves and mischievous fairies that played on all beings.

Since Mr. Churchill was getting up there in age, he allowed Presley to go out for him to find raw material Presley was now putting on a cloak over his head as he set out to the shop. Within minutes he arrived finding Mr. Churchill sleeping in his old rocking chair outside the shop. A wooly hat covered Mr. Churchill face as he snored loudly. Presley took the opportunity to spook the old man until a hand gently touched his shoulder. Presley stumble into the old man knocking them both to the ground.

"Boy you're too old to try to sit on my lap" the old man chuckle as he helps Presley stand to his feet. Before than stood a young woman who shyly smile at them. Her skin was tan with big brown eyes and full lips paint with a shade of purple. A beauty mark kissed her on the side of her left cheek. Her hair was brown and wavy down past her shoulders, she had a lily place at the side of her hair. She wore a v neck emerald green dress that showed her bust and was tight enough to show her curves. Her dress stopped right above her knee. The was a dagger holster at her thigh that showed a black handle blade. Mr. Churchill approached the woman reaching for her hand and said "My name is Morris Churchill and this young fellow beside me is Presley, I'm sorry for the foolishness you just witness, How can I help you ?".The woman shook Mr. Churchill had as she release it to take a small brown pouch from her breast.

She said to them "I have heard that this shop make weapon and gather thee material from the forest just outside this town, I was wondering if someone could come and escort me to find something there're. Churchill rose an eyebrow to the young woman and said" Why would such a pretty young thing want to be in a place like that ?"Because she is despite, and will pay a warm price for someone to accompany her" she responded looking annoyed.

" I'll do it "was all that escape Presley mouth as he soon covered it in embarrassment." Well that would do, he goes out for my material away" Mr. Churchill responding give Presley a thumbs up while the young woman back was turned. "Well it settled than, let head over there before dawn come the night makes it a bit cold, "the woman said facing Presley and giving a flirty wink.

Blushing Presley manage to respond saying" I agree, but what exactly are we looking for?" The woman approached Presley gesturing for him to bring his ear to her lips. She spoke softly as she said "I'll tell you once we get there" while taking a small nibble at his ear. She draws back to looked at him up and down over again. Mr. Churchill cough to catch the two off guard as he said "Just be here by dawn and get some iron while you're at it" as he shook his head while entering the shop. Leaving Presley alone with the woman he took a gulp and gesture for her to take his arm down the path to the woods. He took a quick glance at the woman again as she caught sight of him and smiled. She was beautiful, he thought to himself, ``Why would she want to enter into the forest?".

"My name is Malga Withers by the way" she said to him to break the awardly silence between them. "sorry, about being rude I'm kind of new to …" he blushed as he realized his stupid comment, he was about to say to her. She giggles and rest her head against his shoulder to assure to him that it was ok. " I know I might sound more annoying now but what is it that we are looking for?" Presley asked. Malga sighed and stop dead her in tracks. Presley stop with her and turned to face her. She gentle touched the side of his cheek and looked deeply into his eyes." I lied about finding material, I just need someone to confront me". She said to him using her other hand to rub his chest. Blushing, Presley opened his mouth to speak, but Malga lips pressed against his. He groans at the feeling of her tongue slipping inside his mouth.

Tho they were standing in an open space, Malga manage to push Presley into a tree and caressed his body passionately. Presley was charmed and drunk on his feeling he was getting off of Malga lust. Because his eyes were closed while kissing her, he did not see her bring a damp cloth over his mouth. She held the rag firmly and Presley vision blurred as he slumped towards her feet. There was a warm feeling that woke Presley up and gasp for air. He was now in a slightly lighten room tie in a chair with ropes. Before him stood a sign lit candle that lit up part of the room. The door in front of him had no handle leaving Presley trapped.

He burn the rope with his fire and search the room for an escape. Suddenly the door swung open revealing a more elfish version of Malga. Her hide elf ears stood out of her ear and her eyes were now the shade of rich honey. Her nose was narrower, and her teeth were purely white smiling at him. He turns into a defense stance as flames flicker in his hands.

" If you're looking for an apology, I'm not sorry, I can't help it when it comes to messing around with virgins" she laughed to herself. He stood still with his face heating up as Malga got closer to face him. "Look I probably should have made the deal with you another way, but like I said I can't help myself, you're so adorable" Presley shot fire out of his hands and Malga dodge it so fast she held her dagger to his side.

She bit his side Teasley and smirk again at him. "I can do this all day, but don't you want to know why I brought you here?" Gritting his teeth Presley stood still and responded saying"" Not particularly "Within a blink of an eye Malga manage to swiftly move behind Presley and put the dagger against his throat. She kissed his neck teasley and whisper in his ears" I know where your sister is"