Verita's head was throbbing violently near her sleeps, and as she lifted up her arms with an increasing effort she moaned of the pain of the minor wounds all over her skin. The twigs and branches, combined with Razorsharp claws had claimed their toll, but it was not what she was most concerned about. She was barenaked, with only strips of cloth here and there, loosely hanging from her body. With a deep crimson red blush spreading over her cheeks she tried to hide ample breasts in her own embrace, her knees curled up high underneath her chin to hide her wet slippery sex from any prying eyes.<br/><br/>Suddenly her own shame was being overpowered by the sense of danger when her mind returned to the world and registered the conversations going between all the travellers. She couldn't see as well as she hoped from her position on the ground, but distinguished the voices between the ones she already knew and the chilling dark sound of an elf. There was also a bright young human voice, a girl that stumbled upon their group who was negotiating with the angered and frightful pixies swarming in the air. Verita shuffled backwards until she stopped halt against the battered bark of a tree, trying to pick up little pieces of her beyond repair torned robe, a futile attempt at making herself decent for the world again. Her soft pale skin was glowing orange in the morningsun, rays of light creating spots of colours over her body. Her hair was tangled up and covered with leaves and small broken twigs, enhancing the effect of her simply being a child of the forest. But she wasn't and the blush that had been spreading over her cheeks had now reached her neck and breasts as well, betraying the fact that no one, not even her father had seen her matured body in a light like this.<br/><br/>She just remained, crouched down in the forest, her fearful eyes resting upon the swarm of pixies she know wished with all her heart to be gone from the forest, far away from where they are.<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>The pixies where swarming, filled with envy and proud that they were on the verge of persuading an enemy far more powerful then they have encountered before to join their qeuste. Their hunger for magic found in the tiniest lifeforms only mammals could carry. But their conquering feeling was not for long as they heard the words leave the ashen elf's lips, angering them beyond their own knowledge. They were creatures of pleasure and fun, oblivious to the pain and humiliation they caused at their victims. They all started screaming at once, a rambling of words not understandable to the human ear. It was as if a thousand people were screaming for blood without any coordination nor leadership left. Their voices to soft to distinguish on their own, but together one big rambling sound of chaos.<br/><br/>But as it all began, it did stop all at once as well. The swarm of pixies dared to go as close as they could, almost surrounding the elf in a strange embrace, carefully watching the rays of the sun between the leaves as indeed their time had come to go. But they did not leave yet, they gathered all their strength and coordination for one more rhyme to warn.<br/><i><br/>
<span style="color: Green">Treachery is indeed the highest abomination, the sickest invention of man. But unlike you would like to think, oh powerful ashen one. You are not long to live without someone to side by you over this land. He who conquers all, and carries all the coins on his side, will leave this forest bald and ripped of it's former pride. We know already that we cannot stay daughters of the wicked for long, for the future has been told and written in stone.</span></i><br/><br/>They paused, swarming backwards as they see the elf's eyes glint of anger, a fear overcoming the frightful balls of light. They hid themselves deeper in the forest, but their song has not ended yet. Before they had disappeared behind the farthest trees in the dark woods, the last words were to be heard by everyone present.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green"><i>The day will come that you wished to be our goddess, that day will be dread upon your wis'. You will need the power of thousand and the will of the great, to beat the true enemy that no longer lingers and wait. And do not believe for a single passage of time, that our words be lies, the words of mine. The day will come upon you soon, that you had wished to leave your immortality before the next moon. This be not a warning for only your two ears oh ashen one, it be for here in this forest, for everyone.</i></span><br/><br/>---------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Whilst the pixies were disappearing from sight, Verita had managed to listen to the strange riddles that crept over her spine through her skin. It was more then a warning, and she knew the creatures were more powerful then one might think at first sight. They were the embodiment of the forest, their knowledge went further beyond the roots of the earth, they could see things happen before it was done. She knew much of that already, but was not able to shake of the feeling of being touched so closely by the filthy things. She felt robbed of herself, her innocence, and small tears found their way from the corners of her eyes over her reddened cheeks. She shook her head to clear her mind once more and fought the feelings of despair that were overcoming her with a rage. Grabbing the tattered and torn remains of robes she wrapped a strip around her breasts, a somewhat makeshift way of covering her rosery nipples from the morningair. Once she had finished with that, she walked towards the rest of the group, knotting two sides of some slightly larger pieces of cloth around her hips until it was covering enough of her sex to her own satisfaction. She was now dressed in merely a small loincloth and a warp around her breasts, but to her surprise it was always more then the ashen elf had wrapped her body with.<br/><br/><b>''What.. just happened? And who are you two?''</b><br/><br/><b>''And where has Donchen gone? Is he alright?''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>