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Sareth N'Ara'Lyn rushed through the forest, the wind pulling at his knee-length hair, and the rain stinging his skin like bees. Thunder cracked and lightning flashed accross the sky.
His persuers were close at his flank, swords in hands. His crime was unmistakable, murdering the High Elves living on the outskirts of Bregan'Kindal Dothosiaths with his bare hands, not a single blade used.
He looked like a simple Wood Elf, nothing out of the ordinary about his appearance, except for the fact of the tattoo of an inverted pentagram covering his back.
He was a monster. Or, at least, he had one inside of him.
Why? Why did I kill those people? He asked himself, and the pentagram on his back began to hurt... like it did just before he lost control of his body and committed the massacre. A voice in his head replied, You didn't kill them, I did.
Sareth lost control of his body again. He stopped and turned around to face the High Elven guards the were stationed at the city, who stopped as well. An emotionless expression turned into one of evilness and insanity that he seemed to enjoy and the Wood Elf charged toward the angry mob of High Elves.
Stop this madness! All this pain and bloodshed is unnecessary! He screamed in his head, I do not wish to hurt anyone else.
Oh, but I do, Sareth N'Ara'Lyn. Laughter echoed in his head as he ripped one elf's head off, slashed another across the face with his long, sharp nails, and tore the arm off of another.
Sareth suddenly sat up, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "Just a dream."
He looked out the window and noticed the sky was just starting to lighten, the sun had not even risen yet. He got out of bed and dressed himself and left his chambers and crossed the well lit hall. Barely anyone else had risen yet, except for a few Elven knights on guard duty.
The Wood Elf bit his lower lip when he crossed the throne room, where Elethios was already up and working on the plans for when the Yauntril Lord arrived to offer an alliance with the High Elves.
Lord Elethios was going to just say no, but when he got to thinking, he figured out he could use them to take out the Human race, and then get rid of them. It would be a tricky process, but Sareth knew his Lord was working hard to make it through. The High elves truly hated the Humans with a passion.
Sareth sighed at the thought. He thought all this unnecessary bloodshed was idiocy. He didn't see the point of trying to get rid of a whole race just for the sake of hatred. He didn't even see why the High Elves hated the Humans. He wanted to ask Lord Elethios why, but he knew it would be unwise to do so, he knew that he would be taking the risk of losing his life on the spot for even speaking the first three syllables.
"You sure are up early, Sareth. Everything all right?" Elethios's words tore Sareth from his thoughts.
"Aye, I did not sleep well, my Lord. I thought maybe I would take a walk to ponder some things." He bowed low to his king. All the same, Elethios was a well respected lord of Bregan'Kindal Dothosiaths, and Sareth was forever loyal to him.
"Alright. Since you'll be out, drop these off to the Captain of the Guard for me. She should be posted at the southern outskirts of the forest." Elethios handed him some papers and dismissed him, going back to his work.
"Yes, my Lord." He bowed again and left the room.
Sareth escaped the castle and headed southward, though he went around the small town that nearly surrounded the castle instead of heading right through it. It would save trying to get through the long line of merchant carts and the crowded market. Even though it was still very early in the morning, the town's streets were packed.