"Let. GO!!!" Lyla screamed once again to her capture. Lyla was of elvin decent, her pure white skin was flawless, her long black hair was silky smooth all the way down to her mid back. Her pointed ears stuck out from the raven locks just hardly, even as she struggled against the man. She wore long brown trousers with boots tied tightly up to her knees, the lose black peasant top had long sleeves and was held close to her by the corset she wore on the outside of her clothes. There was an empty sword's sheath belted at her side. The man she was struggling against, that had her wrists tied with a long silver chain the width of thread, was taller by a few inches and had a mean look to him.<br/><br/>The man appeared older, however you cannot judge an elf's true age by looks, greasy brown locks that was everywhere, his clothes were dirty from chasing the elf maiden all over the woods and he had what appeared to be her sword half heartedly hanging from his side open to the elements. He yanked on the chain that held her, "I ain't gunna do that, missy. Yer to tell me where the treasure is hidden and to take me there." his voice was grainy as opposed to her sweet sing/song voice. He smelled of dead pigs and his breath was not any better. She pulled against her restraints and he just tugged back until he picked her up and threw the maiden over his shoulder and started walking deeper into the woods. "Unhand me this instant!" she demanded angerly as she pounded on his back with her hands.<br/><br/>The treasure the ork spoke of had been gotten long ago so Lyla was not understanding why he thought it was still there. The Book Of Time was what everyone had been in search of for the past 100 years but this vial beast was not looking for such an item. The Book Of Time had the powers to change history and the future, it even had the predictions of what was to come. Things that could make a man rich with goods and coin that could last him for many life times! The book had been stolen from the writer many eons ago, before she was even conceived, no one knows who or why, but all know it has been lost forever.<br/><br/>That was until the thief lay dying one night, he was an old king that was on his death bed and whispered the secret of immortality to his son and told him a clue of where to find the hidden book. Ever since that day 100 years ago, the search has been on.