ELVES JOURNEY – An interactive story

But the battle didn’t give to Phylia the time to rest: the army is still advancing and most of the Wardens are still falling below the supremacy of the strength and number of the humans, but despite the desperate situation, no one of them is giving up and they are continuing to fight against an enemy they can’t clearly defeat. Then, while Phylia was again in the middle of the battle, some horrible screams coming from the direction where the elder tree is, suddenly caught her attention: are the humans attacking her sister and the child!? How they were able to reach the deepest area of the forest!?
Without more hesitations, Phylia immediately leaves the battlefield and runs to the elder tree to help Aily and the other novices, slashing and bringing down a huge amount of soldiers which have the disgrace to be on her way. More she is close to the elder tree, more the screams turn loud and bloodcurdling. She can’t clearly understand if they are just of elves or humans, the clash and the horrible sounds of the battle are confusing her fine hears and she can’t avoid being deeply worried for the child and for her young sister. Phylia runs to the tree appealing to all the strength she have, having no mercy for the enemies who try to block her path and soon, her blade and body are covered not only by her blood but even by the one of her opponents.
In her mind, there is just the image of the cruelty of the human’s race and Phylia can’t avoid to think at the possibility they can have killed all the child hidden between the roots of the tree, but when she finally reaches it, she can't  believe to what she is able to see: a huge pile of swirling flames is rising up into the sky and a huge shadow stands in the middle of it fighting against the humans, defeating them one after the other. And not so far from that flaming pile, Phylia can finally see some of the child and her sister Aily singing a chant of the Spirits of Fire, a chant Phylia can heard for the first time.
Believe to what is happening right in front of her is difficult even for Phylia: Aily was able to invoke the most powerful fire elemental their clan known, the Efreet, the Lord of Flames! From what she heard during her whole life, no one in the village was able to evocate that Spirit and now, thanks to this, Phylia is sure of how Aily's skills are impressive, more than how she ever had expected. And now, probably, Aily is the only chance for the whole village to survive at the humans attack!

Even if Phylia is now staring with her own eyes at that incredible and fascinating view, everything appears so strange to her, because usually she is the one who encourage Aily during difficult moments, but now the roles are reversed, with the incredible power of Aily giving to Phylia the courage to fight again with all her strength to survive together and to preserve their race. A sparkle of hope is now rising in Phylia and she is now ready to join Aily in the fight when suddenly a sharp pain makes her wobble, forcing her to use her weapon as support: a human, without she had noticed him, had sneaked to her from behind and had pierced her back with his sword, from side to side.
Blood was now spilling lightly from her wound and from the left corner of her mouth, but she doesn’t want to give up….she doesn’t want to lose everything which is important for her! So, appealing to the remaining strength she have, she kick the soldier right on his stomach, making him fly in the air just to land few feet away from her. But the human didn’t lose his grip on the handle of the sword, which is extracted from Phylia’s body with violence, causing more damage and more intense pain to her.
A copious amount of blood is now spraying out of the wound, making the elf fall on her knees and even if she tries to block it with her hands, she can just slowest it a little. She even tries to sing an healing chant, but she has lost too much blood to be able to do it and soon, at her feet, there is a pound of blood which become largest little by little

Phylia can clearly feel the breath of life leaving her. It’s a sensation she never had felt before and for sure, she was expecting to experience. Not so soon, anyway! She looks again at Aily, which appears so focused in controlling the Efreet and protecting the child, to don’t have noticed what was happening to her. But Phylia isn’t worried for herself: probably, sad days are waiting Aily and the child, but if they all survive they can build a new village and grow in perfect harmony with the nature, as they always have done till today. And probably, even some of the Wardens are going to survive at the attack of human and once they are all together again, they are going to prepare the new generation. The only thing that made Phylia sad is the fact she is not going to see them growing and from now on she can’t laugh anymore with Aily.

But suddenly, something else happen right in front of Phylia’s eyes: several shadows appear from the ground and rush against Aily and with her last breath, Phylia tries to warn her little sister:

“Watch out, Aily! Those shadows…. are aiming to….”

But she’s not able to complete the phrase. Phylia fall exhausted on the ground while those mysterious shadows are totally surrounding her and forming a vortex around the elf. Aily’s chant is being overwhelmed by the disgusting screams of those strange creatures, till Phylia can’t hear anymore Aily’s voice. Then, those shadows disappear in the same way they were appeared, taking Aily with her and leaving behind just the terrorized child. Even the Efreet disappear, probably because the suddenly interruption of Aily’s chant had broken the  spiritual and the material’s world and now the child are defenseless and exposed to the soldiers which can now advance freely.

Looking at this, Phylia lost all her will and lose the grip on her weapon, the only thing which was helping her to stand and her knees, letting it fall down. At last, even Phylia fall on the ground while everything around her is blurring, until the darkness come. With the last strength she has, she hears the words of some humans talking nearby her.

“Sir, this elf is still alive…..what we have to do with her!?”

“Elves are rare in this realm…..we are going to take her and the others with us! Now hurry, we have more work to do…..”

Then she lost consciousness.

  Slowly, Phylia's eyes are opening and a blurred image appears in front of her. Strange noises are all around her, something she can't recognize: her head is still too much confused and all her body is crossed by pain and when she tries to stand up, her body doesn’t answer to her will and Phylia fall again in the dust. The itching smell of the dust fills her nostrils and makes her cough, twice, and some drops of blood spill out again. Some gentle but strong hands grab and help her to sit on the ground, using the stone’s wall as support for her back, then they hands her a bowl with water, helping the elf in drinking from it. Trickles of water spill out of the corners of Phylia mouth while she is sipping greedily from the bowl….the water never had appeared so delicious to her as today, she was really in need of it!

Then, when she have finally finished, Phylia takes a look around at the place where she is, but she is still too weak and the place too dark to recognize it. Then, she takes a look at the one who was helping her. A human girl is right in front of her, wearing a gray robe that barely cover the half of her thighs and judging by what she can see, that is not a dress made of poor material and without any decorations. The girl have black and long straight hair which surround a young face with a sad expression sculpted in her blue eyes, but despite the appearance of the girl, Phylia can’t tell how old she is, she never had met humans….not before they came and destroyed the forest and her village!
It cost her a lot of sufferance, but at last, Phylia talk to her.

“Thanks for the water, young girl……can you tell me your name!?

The girl smiles at Phylia and sitting near her, she answers at her question.

“My name is Kath and I’m taking care of your wounds from three days. You had slept all the time!”

Three days….three days had gone from the attack of the royal army at Phylia's village and now she woke up in a unknown place: she looks around again, then again at the girl. For being a human, she's strangely gentle and respectfully, something Phylia wasn’t expecting in a member of the human race, especially not after the first and only experience she had with them! After a moment of silence, Phylia talk again.

“I’m Phylia, an elf of the Everious’ Forest. Thanks for taking care of me for all this time, Kath.”

Without answering, the girl grab Phylia’s hand, as if that was a natural gesture, and even if at Phylia’s eyes the girl appears calm and quiet, her hands was trembling visibly. The girl was trying to hide from the elf her weakness and the fear she have deep inside her soul and Phylia is wondering why Kath is acting like that. Appealing to her gentle nature, Phylia tries to comfort her.

“Kath, your body is trembling so much….what happened to you!? And where are we!?”

Chapter 2 – The initiation to slavery

   Kath didn’t answer immediately to Phylia’s question. The silence of the place, is just breached by some light noises coming not so far from them, or this is the impression Phylia have when she tries to focus on them. She can clearly hear voices coming from different people: some are men, other women….she can heard even some children crying! Most of them are yelling for pain or to someone else, but Phylia isn’t able to recognize what is going on in this unknown place.
Phylia looks around her and finally, with her eyes now used to the few light which is entering in the room, she was able to see how small is the place where she is. The room is probably just sixteen feet on both sides and its walls are made of solid stones. The two only exceptions are the wooden door and the small windows right in front of it, which have bars to don’t permit to the peoples who are closed inside the room to use it as an escape’s way.

Looking at all this, Phylia begins to suspect about her actual situation, but she need a confirmation of it, so she asked again it to the human girl.

“Where are we, Kath!? I’m sure you know it very well!”

Again, the girl hesitates to answer her, even if she knows very well she was ordered to assist the elf once she woke up. After have taking a deep breath, Kath answer to Phylia.

“We are in the City of Vailoon and this place, till two years ago, was the most well known Sanatorium in the whole Continent of Drakoonia….”

“Why are you talking of the past, Kath!? What happened here two years ago!?” Phylia asks, interrupting the girl, which was now looking away and down at the floor, as she was trying to find the right way to explain it. Then, after a moment of deep silence, Kath continues her explanation.

“Two years ago, the city fell under the control of the Kingdom of Swabia and they turned this place into one where they gather people they capture in every corner of the realm! And….and….”

The girl was interrupted by her sobbing and now her body was also trembling more visibly, as if what she was about to tell to Phylia was something which was truly shocking her. Tears begin to leak down Kath’s cheeks and it doesn’t matter how many times she tries to dry them with her hands, they are not stopping and with them, even trembling of her young body.
Instinctively, Phylia embrace her and immediately, that tremor which was running thorough Kath’s body overwhelms her. Kath’s body is slender and warm, maybe she is even younger than how Phylia had estimated at the begin, or maybe she is not eating enough from long time….or maybe both! Phylia tries to comfort the girl, caressing gently her back and holding tight Kath against her wounded body, not carrying of her actual physical situation. Slowly, Kath begins to relax, but this didn’t stop the tears and the trembles….not at all, anyway! The girl appears really scared by the place and by what happen inside its walls, to the point she have difficulty even in talking about it!

The two girls remain like that for a long and endless moment and only when Kath is finally calmed down, Phylia free her from that comfortable embrace, but not before she dries the last tears from Kath’s cheeks. When Phylia looks again at her, a timid smile appears over Kath’s lips, a clear sign of how Phylia’s presence had helped Kath to relax and win against her own fear.

“Are you fine now!? Did you think you can continue!?” Phylia asks, adjusting the girl’s hair.

Kath nod at her, placing her hand over Phylia’s one, as if she wants to enjoy that small and pleasant moment for a little longer. That little and simple gesture, brings to Phylia’s memory the image of her sister when they were just two little babies and Aily, during the stormy nights, was crying as a fountain, scared by the thunders and their uproar: to calm her down, Phylia always act as she had just done with Kath and, at last, she was able to let Aily fell asleep every time. But now, Aily is alone, in an unknown place for Phylia….a place she want find very soon and fast, to rescue Aily and go back together at their forest to rebuild their village! This is all Phylia is dreaming now, but she knows very well how long and difficult is going to be to realize it and the first step she has to take is to escape from this place. And maybe this girl, Kath, can be of some help in doing this, so Phylia carefully listen at her explanation.

“The soldiers from Swabia have turned this place in a Slaves’ House, a place where merchants or nobles can buy slaves to use at their service. Men are usually bought for work into mines and girls as me or you, usually become sexual slaves or, if you are lucky, maids….”

The words of Kath shocked Phylia. How can humans sell so easily other member of their same race!? Have humans lost all their dignity as beings who live in the same planet where the elves can live in perfect harmony with any animals and with the spirits which protect it!? In the past, when she was just a child, she heard from the elders of the village about the purge of the human race which was started by an ancient creature, disgusted by the corruption of human’s souls, but till few days ago, Phylia never had really believed to those ancient’s stories, so far in the past for a little girl as she was at that time.
But from the day when the humans’ army had attacked the village, everything was different for her and now, after had hearing Kath’s words, Phylia have the final proof of how corrupted the whole human’s race is. She was now blaming her weakness for not being able to protect the forest and her village, plus the fact she have no clues about the shadows which have taken her sister Aily away from her, is torturing her soul and heart, giving to her a pain more intense of the one caused by the wounds on her body.

Phylia tries to stand up, but the pain caused by the wound at the abdomen forced her to lie again on the floor, using the wall as a support to for her back, but not before more blood leaks out of the wound. Immediately, Kath takes the healing unguent she had used to cure the elf during the past three days, but surprising her, Phylia refuses her help asking to the girl to bring her some fresh water. While the girl was running outside the small cellar in search for the water, Phylia can’t avoid thinking at her situation and immediately, she begins to elaborate a plan to escape from that disgusting place.
First of all, Phylia needs to find her full equipment: the light blue vest she’s wearing didn’t offer to her a good protection from the Human’s weapons, to don’t mention the fact she doesn’t feels so comfy wearing something different from her usual clothes. Not that her clothes can offer highest protection, in fact they reveal most of the candid skin she have, maybe too much, and even the sinuous curves of her more than perfect body! Probably, the only protection offered to her by them is the one coming from the shoulders’ plates, forged from the scales of a creature able to resist even sinked in the most burning lava.
The reason why Phylia wants to have them back, is more linked to the style of life the elf and the other villagers has follow for centuries. Every clothes, accessories and even the weapons they had used till now, where made in perfect harmony with the circle’s of the nature: no animals were killed, except the straight number of then necessary to survive, and no threes were cut to build their houses or weapons….everything they used was a gift of the forest and of the great amount of spirits of the four elements which populate it.
In fact, the elders of the village had always narrated a story to the youngest generations about the forest and how it is linked with spirits. A legend wants that century ago, when there were just few sane threes left, the ancient Spirit of Water had visited the Everious’ Forest and when it found the forest almost dead, a tear had fallen down from the compassionate eyes of the spirit. From that single tear and in just one night, a new forest was born and right when that tears felt, a pond of fresh and crystalline water appears from nowhere. From that day, the forest became the house of many elves that had the only purpose to live their life in harmony with the mother earth and all its creatures.
But now, with the annihilation of her village, the forest have no more Wardens who can protect it and soon, the humans are going to destroy even that precious forest, just to satisfy their need of materials for they stupid wars. Phylia can’t allow this and the desire to save her precious home is strong, maybe even more the one to save her kidnapped sister.

And about Aily, Phylia doesn’t have any clues about those shadows she had seen emerging suddenly from the ground to surround her sister and mysteriously disappear taking her with them. That happened too soon, Phylia is wondering if she can had a chance to stop them if she wasn’t deadly injured or if Aily had the opportunity to escape from them, once she was no more that concentrated to control the Efreet! Everything Phylia knows is where to start to search for her sister, she must escape from this city and run back soon as possible to their village! Only there she can find a trace of Aily and of any other survivors….if there are others!
For a moment, the idea to be the last survivor of her village hit the elf mind, making the hate she had started to feel against the humans grown more, to the point a part of her is now wishing to had fallen during the humans invasion, just to avoid to had seen the devastation they had bring into her home. Too many Wardens had fallen and with them, even many innocent children who had just started to live their lives in this world, now too contaminated by the corrupted souls of the whole humanity. For the first time in her long life, Phylia is now sensing a deep and strong hate overwhelming her.

“Humans are the plague of this world!” Phylia continuously repeat to herself while she’s waiting for the fresh water Kath has promised to bring back with her.

And soon, the sound of the footsteps of that apparently innocent girl, comes from behind the massive wooden door which closes one of the two ways to escape from there. But Phylia is too weak at the moment, she must heal her wounds first, and then she can elaborate a plan to leave that place once and for all. And the first point, is about to be realized, thanks to the water the girl have whit her.
But when the girl finally steps back inside the cellar, Phylia is a little disappointed by dimension of the jar she have with her. The amount of water which can be storage in it isn’t too much and Phylia isn’t sure about the fact that can be enough to run her plan! On the other hand, the link between the elf and the Spirits of Waters was always strong and solid, to the point they allowed to infuse some of their powers in Phylia’s weapon. And in fact, the same spirits had leaded Phylia to the dead corpse of a crocus, a sort of giant crocodile which have very resistant and sharp bone’s blades on its frontal paws used by the elves for centuries to realize their blades or, as in the case of Phylia, lances and axes. All she can do now, is try….try and see if she can takes care of her wounds.

When Phylia asked to Kath to leave her alone, the girl didn’t agree at that request, not immediately, anyway. The young girl didn’t knows what Phylia have in mind but being assigned by the ruler of the Slaves’ House to take care of that precious creature, at the begin she refuses to do as the elf asked her, pretending to knows why she wants to be left alone. Phylia is hesitant in explaining to a stranger, plus a human, about the connection elves always had with the four spirits and of the power to heal wounds possessed by the one of water.
But the girl appears determinate in her decision, Phylia can clearly see it in the eyes of that apparently innocent human. But despite this, she can’t put her trust in a member of a race which had caused the destruction of her village and of the forest where she was happily living till three days ago with her sister and all their friends. Of course, Phylia is conscious of the fact she need an ally to escape from there, or better say, an ally which can help her to find her weapon and the rest of her equipment, something the elf really need if she wants to leave the city of the human unharmed.

Inside her mind, Phylia is fighting a hard battle, maybe even hardest than the one she fought to save the forest and the village. Of course, the wounds on her body are causing her some strong pain, but the one which is causing her the strongest sufferance, is the one in her soul, betrayed by the humans which weren’t considered as a menace till they attacked them. So, how she put her trust in that little girl so easily now!? Did Phylia have to really reveal her plan and ask for the girl’s help!? Those doubts are now tormenting her mind, making the elf unable to take a clear and final decision.
Meanwhile, Kath is still staring at Phylia, waiting for an answer which is not coming….or not so soon how she was expecting, anyway! But she doesn’t give up and after few minutes of silence, Kath asked her reasons to Phylia again, more determinate in having an answer than how she was the first time.

Phylia, still hesitant, at last took the decision to reveal just the first part of her plan to the girl, which appears more relieved by the fact that the elf had shared it with her. Then, after a first moment of hesitation, Kath talks to Phylia again.

“What I really don’t understand, is why you want to be left alone….did you think I can scare the spirits!?”

“No, it’s not that….” the elf replies, smiling at her words “but this is something we never have show to other races! Can you understand it now!?”

“Mmm, more or less….even if I don’t have very clear in my mind why you don’t want I assist at the invocation!”

“Please, Kath….do as I requested to you!” Phylia asked again, begging.

The girl, after had taking a deep breath and nod at Phylia, just to moves back to the cellar door with the intention to wait outside the place, but having care to be enough close to Phylia just in case something can happen.

Finally alone, Phylia begins her chant, trying to focus her mind on it instead on the pain caused by the wound inflicted to her by the blade which had pierced her body from side to side. The chant she has to sing for invoking the healing spirit of the water isn’t so long and when she finished it, Phylia is surprised to see that nothing has happen. Maybe, she wasn’t enough concentrate, so she tries and sings the chant for the second time, just to sort the same effect of the first time: nothing!
Phylia tries again and when she gains the same effect for the third time, she finally understood about the real problem: the chant was singed perfectly, maybe she had pronounced the words with low voice, but always correctly. So, the problem can’t be the chant but the place where she is or….the water! Why she didn’t think at it before!? Kath was clear when she had explained what place is this and how it was changed from a Sanatorium in to a Slaves’ House!
Of course, even if those structures are in the same place, their use is totally different and if the Sanatorium is a place where deadly wounded people have a chance to be saved, a Slaves’ House is a place where any hope is lost and people don’t hesitate to damn it, forcing the spirits to leave it! And the same had happened to the water of the well which lies in the yard of the structure, so it’s natural that her chant wasn’t able to evoke a spirit, because they left definitely the place forever or, at last, till it’s going to remain a Slaves’ House.

And now, the plan Phylia has in mind can’t be actuated….or, anyway, not so soon as she was hoping till few minutes ago! Now, the only chance for the elf to heal her wounds is that girl, Kath, but Phylia can’t be sure about the true intention she had, even if she said to be a prisoner as Phylia is. All she can do now, is takes some times to learn more about that young girl and finds out if she had said the true about her situation and of the role she has in this place.
Time Phylia don’t have, if she wants to be sure to save her beloved forest and finds some traces about the shadows which kidnapped her sister! Three days and the presence of the humans in the Everious’ Forest are probably both cancelled them or, at last, part of them, making really difficult for Phylia to have the chance to finds Aily soon as possible.

And telling this, Kath stands fierce and proud, showing an hidden determination. Of course, that determination was just a mask, inside the girl was overwhelmed by fear and it doesn’t matter how hard she tries to hide it, that was revealed by the trembles all around her young body….a body which was used to what awaits her right now, and even if the mind of the girl had forget it, her body remembers any little sensations, any humiliations and everything else the girl had experienced during the three first months after the day she was captured and became a slave of the Kingdom of Swabia.
Quietly, Kath follows Captain Urak outside the cellar and, at last, they both disappear leaving Phylia alone in that cold and room, continuing to blame herself and crying, perfectly knows what is going to happen to that girl, now so close to her as Aily always was, seen the day her sister was born in the warm and happy place they have called home till few days ago, the Everious’ Forest! In the forest, happiness was all around Phylia, thanks to the presence of her family, her friends….even the chant of the wind passing through the trees was pleasant and had enlight her days for decades….but now!? Is she will be able to see again the smiling face of Aily!? Or she is going to become a slave and serve a disgusting human forever!?

Those thoughts tortured her mind during the rest of the day and during the whole night, so Phylia wasn’t able to sleep: any time she closes her eyes, the image of the naked body of that poor girl appears in her mind, immediately followed by the words Captain Urak had said to her. The idea of what is happening to Kath, makes the blood of Phylia runs cold and she can easily imagines the difficulties and humiliations that poor girl is now probably experiencing.
Phylia is feeling guilty for what happened, after all if Kath was caught in a such situation was because the girl had tried to protect her, still not enough recovered to care for everything by herself, but enough to be initiated to the necessary “lessons” to be educated as a perfect and remissive slave to sell. It was clear for Phylia how much the situation between her and that girl is changed from the first time she seen her in that same place and how they became important for each other, to give support to the other when it’s needed. And in that place, the Slaves’ House in the City of Vailoon, anyone who is imprisoned in it is really in need of a friendly presence to survive and have even a faint hope to gain their freedom, again!
But what Phylia wasn’t able to explain to herself was the reason why, every time she tried to closes her eyes, the first thing she sees is the naked and pretty image of Kath, of her young and firm bottom, of her not so big breast but with two pointing and dark nipples. That image is disturbing her, in all the sixty-eight years of her life, the elf was never attracted by a naked body and never has experienced such similar attraction for someone, except her young sister, Aily. But with Aily it was different, it was sisterly love which makes them help each other any time one of the two sisters was in need of help or of a hint to pass over a problem they can have. So, why the image of Kath is giving to Phylia these unknown and new sensations she can’t explain and understand!?

Unable to sleep, Phylia passed all the night sitting in a corner of that cold cellar, staring at the door and wishing to see it opening soon as possible to let Kath coming again in that small but more safe room. But this doesn’t happened and at dawn, at last, the elf falls asleep, but not for so long. In fact, her sleep was light and not so long, maybe just three hours or less more, and the elf was up staring at the cellar’s door from almost two hours and half, when finally Phylia can hears it creak softly while it opens again.
And Kath was there, exhausted and all messed up, still naked but safe and uninjured! The girl came inside the small room, looking at the floor and walking with unstable steps till she is right in front of Phylia.

“See!? I told you I would be fine, Phylia!” the girl says, with a little forced smile on her lips.

But that was just a lie. It was clear for Phylia, after a first look, which were the real conditions of the girl. Her hair were all messy and from that now fragile body, a strange and pungent smell is coming, something Phylia can’t identify but at the same time, she has a clear idea of what it could be. Without saying a word, Phylia suddenly embraces the girl tight, feeling for the first time that young naked body pressed against her and despite the fact that this embarrasses her a little, Phylia was surprisingly happy to being able to do it.
Kath’s body is lightly trembling but warm, the only things Phylia doesn’t like is that strange smell which is barely disgusting and which is covering the usual pleasant scent of the girl, a clear proof of all the privileges Captain Urak had reserved to Kath till yesterday. They stay like that for a long endless moment, both happy to be together again and conscious of the fact that things are going to change, considering what has happened just the day before. But deep inside them, the two girls now knows they can count on each other and till they are there together, they are not going to lose hope in a brightest future.

The first one who interrupted that pleasant moment was Phylia, still worried for Kath’s conditions.

“Are you sure you are fine, Kath!?” Phylia asks to her new friend, looking at her exposed and dirty body, still embarrassed.

“I am, don’t worry….all I need is some rest and some water!” the girl replies, smiling less forcibly.

Phylia can just tries to imagine what has happened to Kath from the moment Urak took her away and during all the night. Far away, but not so much, till late Phylia was able to hear the sound of laughs and of some music, probably played to gladden the Captain’s guests during the dinner and after it. But, of course, just the music wasn’t enough to satisfy them at all and Kath, probably together with other girls of the House, was the main attraction of the night, which soon turned into a lascivious orgy, where Urak and his unknown guest were finally able to totally satisfy all their sexual needs.
This not so remote possibility, is disgusting Phylia and makes the elf scorn even more those men and the desire of vengeance is now growing deep inside her, as the same is happening to the strange attraction she feels for Kath. But now, the priority is to take care of that poor girl, helping her to clean herself, to let the memories and trances of that horrible night get out of her young mind.

Thanks goodness, a guard had token a new, biggest jar of water, something Phylia needs to take care of the wound and to refresh her during those first hot summer’s days. Using what remain of the dress the girls was wearing till yesterday, Kath, helped by an embarrassed Phylia, was now cleaning her pretty body from the filthiness those men has leaved against her as a proof of the status of slave she have, something the girl cannot forget anymore.
The touch of Phylia’s hands on the skin is light and gentle, but Kath’s body is now too much sensible and the girl is fatiguing to hide how much she is enjoying it. That was absolutely different from the rough touch of those men who were all interested in her just to take their fun from her young and pretty body. Indeed, in the hands of Phylia and their gestures there wasn’t a second purpose and Kath knows it well, but the girl has felt something for that strange and beautiful creature since the first time she met her when the elf was still unconscious. And the light kiss Phylia gave to her, at last, was the sparkle which made the girl fell in love with a sweet and so pretty elf as Phylia is and for Kath it wasn’t important if Phylia was apparently not interested in her, for the girl just the presence of that elf was helping her soul to felt relieved by all the sufferance she can see every day in that damn structure.
Phylia was now cleaning the girl’s back, but deep in her heart Kath was wishing to feels her gentle hands all over her body, caressing it with that same grace they are demonstrating just in helping the girl just to clean her body. Little by little, that dirty sensation Kath had till the moment she was took away from the large banquet room has started to disappear, leaving the place to nice and warm sensations the girl didn’t has felt for a very long long time, a deep and marvelous love!
Of course, Kath ignore the fact that even Phylia has started to feel something for her, but the elf has never experienced what the real love is, so she exchanged her feeling for Kath with compassion for a girl who had known the darkest side of human’s nature. But soon, while she is cleaning the white and perfect skin of Kath, Phylia begin to realize how much she was wrong about the feelings she has for that girl! She can clearly felt her heart beating faster and the embarrassment for looking at that naked body don’t want to go away from her, till the point she can sense her cheeks burning, but not only them.
Down below her belly, for the first time in her whole life Phylia can feels something similar to a fire which is growing little by little, almost ready to totally overwhelm her body. And it doesn’t matter how hard the elf tries to take it under control, that strange sensation is too strong for her, strong but strangely nice and she can’t explain why she is feeling like this and, most important, why this sensation is caused by a simple human girl as Kath is! Indeed, she has a beautiful and attractive body, but she is a girl, a member of her same gender, even if of another race!

Not that Phylia has never heard about some intimate relationship between two girls, after all even some of her friends at the village had some, but she never felt the necessity to discover the pleasure of any type of intimate moments. Not that she didn’t had any possibility to experimenting them, after all most of the male elves of the village, and not only from it!, of her same age have tried to enter in her graces to be her partner for life, but Phylia always has refused their advance.
But now, with that little scared girl, all seems different. Her young and soft body is still trembling because of what happened to her during the whole time she was taken away from that cellar and in some way, it reminds to the nights Phylia had spent comforting a young Aily during the stormy nights in the Everious’ Forest. At the begin, Phylia was thinking about this as the reason why she is so attracted by this human’s girl, she have a personality very similar to Aily, but now it’s clear for her that there must be something else in Kath which is giving her those strange and new sensations.
Phylia’s hands are lightly trembling while she’s cleaning Kath’s shoulders. The temptation to hold tight the girl against her is so strong, but at the same time she is scared by the possible reaction Kath can have at that simple and often nice action. In a different situation, probably Phylia wouldn’t be so hesitant, but perfectly knowing what has just happened to Kath, the elf didn’t wants to risk to let Kath close in to herself while in her mind she is living again the worst memories of that night.

And it was while Phylia was pondering about this that she felt the light and gentle touch of Kath’s hand over hers. That hand is warm and small, probably even trembling more than Phylia’s one, but was more determinate of hers.

“Phylia, thanks for your kindness to me!” the girl murmur, turning the face to the elf.

“You don’t need to thank me, Kath….” Phylia replies, taking a small break to swallow a little nervously “you did this to me when I was in need and now I’m paying my debt!”

Telling this, Phylia smiles at Kath in the nicest way she ever have done it before. It was natural for her, probably the elf didn’t realize it till Kath didn’t speak again, embarrassing her a little.

“You are very cute when you smile, Phylia…..”

Those simple words, at last, open a breach in the armor of pain which totally surround Phylia’s heart, giving to her the last push she was in need to take the final step.

Without any more hesitation, Phylia wraps the fragile body of Kath with her arms, finally holding the girl tight against her. Kath’s body is still trembling but it’s warm and soft, even more than how Phylia was imagining, and now that pleasant warm was starting to run even over Phylia’s body, making the elf feels better and happy as she wasn’t from the day the village was attacked by the human’s soldiers.
Kath was surprised by that welcomed embrace, but soon the surprise leaves the place to happiness which is now filling her whole soul. She can senses Phylia’s breasts pressed against her back, full and soft, and just the thin layer of the fabric of the vest Phylia is wearing is between their skins, probably the only thing that disappoint the girl right in this moment. Phylia’s arms are strong but delicate, as her hands was while the elf was cleaning Kath’s body, or even more, and Kath is really enjoying this little moment of tenderness between them, something she was waiting till the moment Phylia gave to her that light kiss, two weeks ago.
But the most incredible moment was when Phylia’s cheek was against hers one. Her face was now blushing visibly and her body has start to burn, while in her mind the girl was already dreaming about something more than a simple embrace from her new and attractive friend. But at the same time, Kath was hesitating to reveal her true feelings to Phylia, she have no clue about how the elf can react at her confession, so she takes the decision to don’t reveal them, for the moment.

“Kath!?” Phylia whispers, moving a little away.

“Yes, Phyl….” the girl tries to reply, turning her head to face Phylia, but she wasn’t able to complete her sentence. Phylia’s lips were now pressed against hers, but not in a light and innocent kiss as it happened the first time, today that kiss was full of passion and before the girl can be aware of it, one of Phylia’s hand has started to slowly massage the girl left breast, giving to her some pleasant an intense shivers. Something Kath was really enjoying, softly moaning under that gentle touch.
It didn’t takes too long before their tongues find each other in a more intimate and voluptuous dance, a clear sign of how both the girls have waited for this moment. For Phylia, this was the first time, so she didn’t exactly knows what to really expect from this new but apparently wonderful experience and sensations. The taste of Kath’s lips, those strange shivers and sensations she can feels all over her body….all of them are pushing away the bad memories of the last days, leaving space to something new and wonderful, something she has always refused in the past, but not today, not from Kath.
Even for Kath this moment was wonderful, as a pleasant and unexpected dream. The girl was waiting for this moment for the whole last two weeks and now that this is happening, she found very difficult to believe it’s real, especially after the long night of abuses she had. Tears of joy begin to leak from the corners of her closed eyes, eyes she don’t wants to open because she’s scared by the possibility to make disappear this happy and wonderful moment she is now living.

And the same can be told about Phylia. In fact, the elf is probably even more surprised than Kath by her actions: in her whole life, this is the first time for the elf to experiencing a so strong attraction for someone else who is not her sister Aily, even if that feeling is totally different from the sisterly love which connect the two elves. It is something Phylia can’t rationally explain to herself, it runs through her veins, reaching every single cell of her body and giving to her a pleasant warm which makes her forget in what kind of trouble she is right now. But it was when Kath’s hand has reached Phylia’s virginal pussy that elf was finally and totally conscious of what was really happening.

Slowly and unstoppable, Kath’s fingers were now teasing the almost swollen and full labia of Phylia’s pussy, forcing the elf to break their kiss at least a couple of time in need to catch back her now too heavy breath. The fingers of that girl were gentle but at the same time, skilled enough to cause to the poor elf a strong and deep pleasure which soon makes her body squirm while her pussy was now soaked by a strange juice. Juice which was now leaking all over Kath’s fingers, making them touch turn into a sensation even more intense than how it was when they reached Phylia’s big labia for the first time.
Both the girl were pleasantly surprised by the intense sensations they were giving to each other, especially Phylia, who wasn’t expecting such tenderness from a human. Kath’s fingers were exploring her intimacy, something no one else have ever done before that day, neither the same Phylia has ever touched herself with the only purpose to give pleasure to herself. But now, that scared human’s girl was so close to her, with her body pressed tight on hers and they were both practically naked. The girls can hear each other heart bumping fast while their tongues and hands are now wildest, greedily trying to please each other in a desperate search of something which can makes them feel alive and in some way free from the situation around them.
And it was when Kath’s finger violate her now totally wet pussy that Phylia fall under the strange but wonderful effect of the pleasure she is experiencing for the first time in her whole life. Phylia’s juice was now leaking copious, soaking her inner thighs and the floor right below her perfectly round bottom. The elf, which was totally new to this, was particularly aroused by the sensations Kath was now giving to her and soon, she wasn’t able to stand any longer on her trembling legs. Gently but without stopping the delicate stimulation of the elf sex, Kath made her new friend lay down on the floor and immediately, a cold sensation runs on Phylia’s body, making it twitch due the now too much intense stimulations all over it.

“Gosh, Phylia….your body is so sensible!” Kath says, just before she starts to lightly chew her friend’s nipples.

The next morning, at dawn, the soldiers waked up all the prisoners written on the list and took them at the market, where they are about to meet their fate. As Phylia was expecting, just a soldier was left outside the room where they were left waiting for the begin of the auction and one after the other, any prisoner was taken outside and showed to the multitude of merchants and citizens which are all waiting to buy them. Of course, Phylia was the last on the list, as a main attraction, and more the moment for her to be taken outside is closed, more the two girls were caught in fear and trepidation, especially Kath who was trembling visibly when she entered in the room to bring Phylia’s equipment to her. While she was passing in front of the only guard left outside the room, the girl can clearly hear her heart bumping faster and wild to the point she is quite sure that the guard can stop her and control the chest she has with her. But that didn’t happen, at last!
When she was inside, alone with Phylia, the girl can finally take a deep relieving breath. Phylia, who was looking at her, can clearly read the panic in the girl’s eyes and before Kath can say any words, she holds her tight in her arms, trying to help the girl to relax. And that works partially, but the trembling all around Kath’s body didn’t stop. Phylia, worried for her, was gently caressing her hair, trying to reassure the girl about the success of their plan but despite the warm and pleasant sensation caused by contact of their body, Kath can’t stop trembling in fear. Then, the girl looks up at Phylia and with a feeble voice, spoke.

“Phylia….are you sure our plan will not fail!?”

The elf smiles at her, then gently kiss the girl on her lips.

“If we play well our cards, it will, Kath….trust me!”

They stare at each other for a long moment. The room was quiet and empty, as it was the small cellar where Phylia was imprisoned for almost two months but today everything is different, they are about to try to escape from a place which is surrounded by well equipped and prepared soldiers.

“I’m so scared….” Kath says, breaking that silence and looking down “what if we fail!?”

“Failing is not an option, Kath….I promise you, before dusk will come, we will far from this corrupted city!”

Phylia’s words relieved the girl just in part, but her gentle hand caressing the girl’s cheek was able to calm her more.

“Now go….I count on you!”

Kath nods at the elf, then she left the room. Phylia looks at her till the door isn’t closed again behind the girl, leaving her alone again. She closes her eyes for a moment, mentally focusing on every step of the plan and when she has exanimate them again, she takes a deep breath and open her eyes. She moves close to the chest left there by Kath and without any other hesitation, she left the vest she’s wearing fall on the floor, just to kneel near the chest and remove the clothes which are covering her equipment.
While she was taking it out of the chest, her hands where lightly trembling. When Kath was there with her, she was trying to act strong and well determinate, but deep in her soul even Phylia was scared by the consequences of the failure of her plan because during the time she was forced to stay there, the elf has learned what happened to the prisoners which try escape or disappoint Captain Urak. But there is no more time for hesitation: this is the one and only chance she have to escape and finally tries to find any traces of her sister Aily, even if so much time is already passed from the day she disappear right in front of Phylia’s eyes.

Little by little, while she was wearing her whole equipment, the determination of Phylia become stronger and when the door which lead outside to the stage where the merchants are waiting for her begin to opens, Phylia was ready to accomplish at her part of the plan. A soldier was now on the door, surprised to see the elf wearing something different from the usual vest all the other prisoner wear during the auction, but before he can react and attack the elf, Phylia is already against him, fast and silent, bringing him down and making him lose sense. The nice caused by the armor the soldier is wearing, caught the attention of the auctioneer and of the other soldier who is standing on a side of the stage. Immediately, he runs to the door to give support to his comrade but before he can be enough closer to see what was happening, Phylia jump out of the door, landing with her knee right on his face. The man, unprepared to avoid that sudden and unexpected attack, falls on the stage senseless and with two teeth broken, causing panic in the whole crowd which is assisting at that show.
Phylia was now standing on the stage fierce and proud, in perfect shape and well determinate. All around her, soldiers were now trying to reach the stage, difficulty moving between all the people who are standing in the auction’s square, unable to believe at what is happening right in front of their eyes. Three soldiers jump on the stage, determinate to attack Phylia and to take her again under their control while Captain Urak is watching at the whole situation from the other side of the square. The first one of them, tries to hit the elf with his sword but it was easy for Phylia to avoid that attack and block the soldier’s arm, breaking it. And while the man was screaming for the intense pain, Phylia kicked him right on his stomach, pushing him against one of the other two soldiers and forcing this to fall due to the weight of his comrade. The third one hesitate to attack: the strength Phylia was demonstrating has surprised him and despite the elf is disarmed, the man was trembling in front of her.

“What the hell are you doing!? Attack her!” the second soldier yell at him while he was trying to stand up, moving away the body of the first one.

The soldier was hesitating, uncertain on what to do to properly face the fast movements of that elf. Swallowing nervously, he tries to move closer to her and bring a first and decisive attack but Phylia, again, avoid it with a sudden movement, almost pressing her body on the ground. Then, using her right arm as support, the elf kick him right under his chin, breaking the soldier’s neck and making him fly high in the air.

“Die, bitch!” a voice yell, coming from behind the flying body of the soldier.

The third soldier was now upon Phylia, ready to pierce her body with his sharpen sword. Phylia, still a little unbalanced due to the last attack she took to the other soldier, was now too exposed to the soldier’s sword and she has no time to think to a good strategy to protect herself from that attack. But it was right in that moment that she noticed the sword of the second soldier still lying on the ground near her. Without more hesitation and faster as she can, Phylia grab it and block the attack just when the blade is few inches away from her head. That man was strong, probably even more then how Phylia was expecting, and resist to the pressure of his sword wasn’t easy for her. Slowly, the sword was getting closer to her head, ready to split it in half, while other soldiers were now approaching the stage where she was already fighting with her all her strength but unable to face her enemies properly without her weapon.

Instinctively, Phylia looks in the direction where she knows Kath must be, trying to bring the double edged crescent shaped blade to the elf but the wall of soldiers which is now surrounding her, didn’t give to Phylia the chance to see where her friend is right now. The soldiers are coming even closer to her and with them, even the not so remote possibility to be killed by them, despite the order of Captain Urak was to capture her unharmed or, at least, in conditions which will grant the possibility for him to give to that elf a lesson or two she will never forget.
Looking at the whole situation, Phylia was now starting to worry for herself and for Kath. The girl must be already her, but there is no trace of the girl, who can be even caught by the soldiers before she can accomplish at her part of the plan or, even worst, she has run away, scared by the possibility of the failure of it. Phylia was looking around her, still trying to resist under the pressure  of that sword, when she noticed a jar full of water near one of the wooden pillar of the stage. Probably, that water is not pure enough to evocate the water’s spirit, but she can use it to protect herself and gain some time in hope to see Kath appears from behind the soldiers holding tight her weapon.
Without waiting any longer, Phylia focused her attention to the soldiers in front of her and to the chant she need to sing to gain control of that water. Of course, the soldier tries to stop her but being in a so not easy and unstable position, it wasn’t easy for him to do it and soon, Phylia was able to complete the chant. The water, as it was a snake, leak out of the jar, fast and unstoppable, just to clash on the soldier who is facing the elf and throwing him away from her. With fast movement of her hand, Phylia was soon surrounded by the water, which is forming a sort of barrier around the elf and while the soldiers are approaching her, Phylia tries to focus her mind on controlling the water and use it to push all her opponent back. While she is protecting herself with that thin layer of water, Phylia started to move to the direction where Kath is supposed to be, trying to find any clue of where the girl is. And it was when the elf pushed down of the stage some of the soldiers that she finally was able to see her: Kath was exactly where they planned she must be, trembling and paralyzed by fear, with Phylia’s weapon right near her!
Phylia has put all her trust in that young human’s girl and she has pondered of the possibility she cannot be able to be of some help many times but at last, she was already sure of the fact that Kath was strong enough to do her part. But as Phylia can see right now, she has underestimate the fear which is grasping the girl soul till the day she lost the privileges she gain thanks to her knowledge and skill. The girl was paralyzed, with her eyes wide opened while she was watching at the fight between the soldiers and a lonely Phylia, now supported just by a few of water which cannot protect her for long time. Her body was trembling despite she didn’t caught the attention of the soldiers….not till that moment, anyway! In fact, while she followed Phylia’s movements, one of them has seen the girl holding the elf’s weapon and now he was approaching her. Kath was looking at him, unable to move, while Phylia, to far from the girl to help her, was now sweating cold, and worried for her friend.

Poll closed! winner is…..

Kath let the weapon fall on the ground and run away, scared by the soldier and by the fight which is now running in the market

with 3 votes!