Chapter: society

~ * ~ It goes on, it has been changed slightly and is now ready to fall victim to my writing attacks again, since I apparently cannot draw XD
Somehow I have it with the children, right? XD Is funny and as far as I can remember, in the middle of the story I switch the narrative angle from Ayan to Pay and to Raven. XDDD
Nevertheless, even if it sounds totally like LotR, have fun reading oÔ ~ * ~

<font color = "# 800000"> Society </font>

The streets of Lasall were dark. A few small lamps cast flickering lights, yet most of the city's beauty remained in the dark. The eerie darkness was accompanied by a true grave silence. Unlike usual, you could hear the elves talking and watch them sit comfortably together by the warm fire and tell each other stories from the old days. The city now seemed empty and deserted. No lights were on in the houses, only mysterious shadows fell into the rooms. Now and then one saw bursts of fire sweeping through the alleys, which after a while lost steaming into nothing.Sometimes a building collapsed, but the sound could only be heard in one ear. Nobody, except one, stayed here anymore. The unknown that had so destroyed the city had moved on without a word. However, if you listened carefully, it wasn't as quiet as first thought.
The trampling footsteps of the army could be heard in the distance. The clatter of their swords could still be heard. Their screams, loud in an incomprehensible, ugly language. And then her merciless leader who drove her forward; Without mercy, without shyness, he thrashed them and forced them to commit new atrocities.

Was anyone still alive in this town? This was a question that had to be asked and it was entirely justified.
But it was true. There was someone still alive here, even if he was late and had missed the march of the evil troops. Ayan was his name and he came from the elven people of the north.
His silver blond hair was blowing slightly when another burst of fire swept through the alleys.He didn't even flinch as the flame licked around his hand and hit the sleeve of his gray coat. Instead, Ayan just clenched his fist and the flame disappeared as if by magic. His hand hadn't suffered the slightest burn, it was as delicate as before. A strange calm and strength emanated from the young elf's eyes, even if they were emerald green and should radiate the typical warmth of elves. His face had disappeared under the hood of his coat, but was not completely covered, so that the finely cut features were still visible. The rest of his body was also of a graceful statue, as far as you could see it under his coat.
The burst of fire subsided again. Ayan suddenly listened, looked around and walked purposefully, but nevertheless carefully and careful not to make any noise, towards a half-crumbled house. His pointy ears could hear what normal ears would have been nothing more than a soft beep.Ayan came closer and closer to the house. Even as he stood in front of it, he hesitated. What if something was still in there?
Still, he dared. Perhaps there were still survivors after all, and to find them, he had come here after all.
The door had been ripped off its hinges, and with little effort from the looks of it. The facility was no longer of any use. A human-style bed had been thrown against the wall and shattered. Floorboards were torn from the floor everywhere and some scraps of fabric were still spinning around. The long dark curtains were torn and hung in front of the window as a representation of sadness. Burned torches were found here and there, but nowhere a sign of life. But then!
A rustle, a crunch ... it seemed to be under the floor. Ayan's hands twitched toward his sword. Perhaps there was danger from this being. Carefully he drew the long curved blade from its scabbard and whirled it around a little.He was aware of his nervousness, but he could not suppress it entirely. It crunched again, and then some of the floorboards lifted slightly. With a jerk a plate slid aside and someone emerged from it. Without hesitation, Ayan jumped ahead and held his sword to the throat of someone who was turning his back on him. The alien gasped softly as if it had walked long and far.
"Whom do you serve? Speak quickly, otherwise it will be done for you!", Ayan whispered in the ear of the creature. He felt her smile softly, and now he also noticed that it was a young woman.
"You are probably clever and clever, sir. Still, I can't help you, because I don't have any ..." She stopped when Ayan brought the sword closer to her throat.
"Are you going to behead me?" She asked, trying to sound amused even if her voice was trembling. "I am not of much use to you. Although I am not a lackey of the enemy, I certainly cannot say this."She swallowed." Tell me your name, "she asked almost pleadingly.
Ayan returned the sword to its scabbard and covered the weapon with his cloak.
"It won't be of much use to you, because I haven't gotten around much in these areas. But I can still call it to you. Ayan it is and I come from the peoples of the north. And you since? ..."
"Pay. My past is hidden from me you have to know and so I can tell you little about myself."
Ayan raised an eyebrow doubtfully. "I don't quite understand. If you are unaware of your past, how can you know your name? Are you playing with me?"
Pay shook her head, and she by no means gave the impression that she was involved in the murders that had taken place here.
"I don't know. One of the strangers called me that. I don't know if that's a term in their language, but I'm using it as a name for the time being," she muttered.Ayan remained silent for a moment, then replied: "I don't speak the language of the dark races either, just a good friend of mine. Actually, I wanted to find survivors here, but it seems you are the only one, although I do don't quite understand why you got away with it without any external harm. "
He shrugged his shoulders, took one last look into the devastated room before leaving the house again, Pay on his verse. It was a lot brighter outside than inside and so he could take a closer look at the young woman.
She didn't appear to be more than eighteen years old, the way people counted. Her untamed, blonde-brown hair fell curly over her shoulders. Her small black eyes, which looked more like dots than anything else, were particularly unusual. And her body paintings, which adorned both the outer parts of her face and her forearms. How far they went could not be determined by her black, tight-fitting coat.Ayan couldn't find out whether she was carrying weapons, either. He didn't know how long Ayan had stared at her like this, but when she "Duck!" screamed, he came to. He quickly obeyed her command and threw himself next to her on the dusty ground, which was stained with blood, although a victim was nowhere to be seen.
A huge ball of fire roared over their heads. Ayan smiled slightly and even before the fire was lost in nothing, he got up. Pay stared up at Ayan in horror. He stood there, in the middle of the flames, without his body burning. He didn't even seem to feel pain!
It took some time until the flame ball, like all its predecessors, lost itself in nothing. Shivering, Pay got to his feet.
"What was that? ... or who are you?" She asked. Ayan turned to her.
"I also don't know where I got this gift from. But that's a long story and we don't have time for that. First of all, I have to find a place for you to stay.Lasall has become too insecure. The best thing to do is probably to be with the wise. "
Pay frowned, but said nothing. Maybe it was appropriate not to ask. Instead she looked after him first and then came after him. Pay didn't know how far they would hike, but it could be that she would learn a lot about him on a long journey. And about his special gift.

Slowly the sun disappeared behind the huge mountains and threw blood-red streaks on the land.
The two hikers looked like little ants from lofty heights, where they were shaded by a black raven. This followed them at every turn and drifted off when the elf seemed to notice something. The raven didn't know how far the elf's eyesight reached and he didn't want to risk his master being exposed.