Nightfall. Zorn and Tristan spent the night at the blacksmith shop. Tristan tossed on his side snoring sound asleep. Zorn, on the other hand, couldn’t help but picture in his head what had just happened…

He took a giant gulp nervously as the vicious female elf dug the sharp blade slightly into his neck. Tristan noticed this instantly and prepared to charge her but halted at the sound of Zorn’s voice. “Don’t!” The knight continued to stare up at the glaring elf. “What are you doing? It’s me.”

A nasty frown appeared on her glittery face. “I know who you are. You’re a coward! A gutless coward!”

“What?” Zorn asked with surprise. The elf then took her sword back and placed it back into the sheath. She then turned around and departed quickly into the dark woods yonder. Tristan helped the knight back to his feet, asking who she was. He instead walked into the blacksmith shop.

“What happened all those years ago?” Zorn thinks to himself. With a sigh he turned over on his side to rest but a voice is heard from outside. It sounded like a female singing. Zorn stands up and opened the door to the shop. As soon as he shut the door he found a young girl in the distance above a narrow cliff. A bright full moon shun over her, given her the appearance of a glowing silver coin. Zorn warily walks up to her with his hand placed cautiously over the hilt of his sword. The girl stopped singing and slowly turned around. Zorn puts on a happy smile. “I’m glad you came back. Your singing has gotten better.” She looks down sadly. “Huh? Hey look sorry about what happened in the past. Something just came up and I couldn’t…huh?” The elf raised her head once more but with blood red eyes and almost vampiric fangs. She charged the knight intensely with her sword drawn. Zorn unsheathed his sword at the same time, preventing a mortal blow to the chest. “Are you REALLY that upset?” He asks confused.


She screamed at the top of her lungs, whaling on Zorn with his weapon. The knight quickly backs up, while blocking each blow in defense. She immediately swung her weapon down to the ground. It emits an electric type of energy that sends the warrior soaring to the sky. The elf jumps up towards him whereupon she grabbed his leg and threw him down on his back. As she lands on top of him, her sword is inches from his face. He managed to block in the knick of time but her strength was unbearable. She boasted a malicious grin until sensing another presence. As a knife strikes her arm she hops back startled.

“You really did piss her off.” Tristan said, standing with his sword unsheathed and glowing. “How about I lend a hand?” With that said, Tristan charged the elf. “No!” Zorn shouted. Tristan nears the injured elf with his arms swinging the weapon down. It is blocked. Tristan paused in shock. The elf did not defend herself. Zorn defended her with his own weapon. “Are you out of your damn mind?” Tristan shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Don’t touch her…” Zorn growled. Tristan slowly backs up. The knight lowers his weapon but then blood is shot all across the sky. Tristan grinds his teeth while tightening his hand on his sword. Zorn shakes as he realizes that his right side had been slit open. His armor is covered in blood. He turns his head back to the elf he had defended. She had a grin on her face. Zorn falls to a knee holding his side painfully. The elf raises her sword above Zorn’s head. As she nearly decapitates the warrior a flame of fire pushes her back. Tristan now took a stand in front of Zorn, in his defense.

“Now we do this my way.” Tristan ordered, looking at Zorn from the corner of his eyes.

“W…why?” Zorn coughs. “Alana, why?”

“So you do know her.” Tristan said silently. “Hey you! Why are you attacking someone like him? It’s obvious he was trying to protect you!”

She grins. “I don’t need protecting. Hehehe.” The elf broke into a sudden laughter that echoed through the night. “Now Zorn, Tristan, before this gets ugly would you kindly hand over those two artifacts?” Both men heard right.

Zorn forces himself back to his feet with intense hatred. “You…you’re not Alana. Who are you?” The elf spins around in a circle. After the complete circle her skin tone has changed into a darker color. “S…shit. A freaking dark elf…”

The dark elf puts a finger to her lips as she looked to the blackened sky almost innocent looking. “Let’s see. Should I tell you or no? hmm…I choose no. I don’t think I will tell you my name. At least not yet.” The two men glare at her. “Oh?” She put on a fake sad face. “I hope I didn’t upset you two. Look, I really don’t care about those artifacts. I was just sent here as a messenger.”

“A messenger from who?” Tristan demanded.
The dark elf smiled pleasantly as she looked toward Zorn. He instantly knew who she is talking of. “….Gala.”

“What?” Tristan asked in disbelief. “The legendary swordsman, Gala? I heard he died many years ago.”

“Oh no.” The dark elf snickered. “He is much alive. And he will make his existence known soon.” She put her arms around her head yawning. “Anyway I must make my departure.”

Tristan arched his sword towards her. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Heh. Shouldn’t you be more worried about who is with your mother right now Mr. Blacksmith?” Concern filled the eyes of Tristan as he frustratingly ignored both the dark elf and Zorn and rushed back towards his house. With him gone, the dark elf once again turned to Zorn. She kicked off the ground and began floating up to the sky. “We will meet again, Zorn. I promise. Gosh I wish Lord Gala had told me how cute you were. Ha, ha, ha, ha.” Her laughter echoed through the troublesome night as she disappeared in black clouds. Zorn let out a sigh and was left alone on the grass with fearful thoughts of Gala’s return.