Heldon shivered in the darkness, feeling the cold metal of the shackes against his wrists and the rough stone at his back. His sapphire eyes stared straight ahead, by now accustomed to the dark.. and in any case his vision was quite powerful, as he was an Elf... clearly seen by the pointed ears emerging from his black, shoulder-long hair. Conflicting emotions flitted through his eyes... fear, anger, shyness, pain, innocence, despair....
His skin was very firm, and of dusky color though not actually dark. His limbs were lithe and slender, some muscles on his chest but not too much... on the whole rather a graceful vision than an imposing one. All this would be quite easy to see, as the only clothing he wore was a leather loincloth.
He closed his eyes, sighing softly, wondering how this could ever have happened... and again, the memories rushed into his mind.
It had started when the age-long war between high elves and dark elves came to an end. To see this feud of hatred end so suddenly was a shock to just about everyone... and brought hope back even to those who despaired the most. The leaders had finally seen sense... continuing the war would destroy both nations.
No one really asked the slyvan elves, however. They had certainly suffered through the war, slaughtered by the dark elves who viewed them as inferior, drafted by the high elves, to who they swore allegiance. Yet now there was finally peace, things were still not well for them, as their villages lay directly between the two great nations. One of the conditions for the peace treaty was that some of these villages fell under dark elven sway... at first the sylvans cared little to whom they paid their tributes, but the dark elves proved harsher governors. Often they would commit small atrocities in the villages, or drag their inhabitants off as slaves. The high elves did nothing, for the transgressiosn remained minor, and they did not wish the war to begin a new.
So it was that the elf maid Silera was raped by a dark elven official... yet being the strong and compassionate woman she was, she raised the offspring of that violation, the hybrid named Heldon, with love and tenderness. Others viewed Heldon with suspicion, calling his blood tainted... and dark elves all but spit at him, finding the very thought of their blood mingling with inferior races disgusting. Then one day, an armed troop of dark elves arrived in the village, making straight for Heldon's home. Barely come of age, Heldon thought they would kill him, clease the world of half-breeds... but instead they merely dragged him away from his weeping mother, shackling him and marching him along with some other sylvans to the nearest dark elven forest.
Heldon still thought he would die... sacrificed to one of their cruel gods perhaps... it was not until he was chained to the wall he realized that he was not to die... he was to be a slave.
Heldon shivered, his body tensing as he heard a heavy iron door move. He had heard about the cruel tortures of the dark elven trainers.... would it be a woman? They were said to be the most cruel... and of course women occupied most positions of power. But those males who had manage to attain a high station were usually the most fearsome...
Again he shivered, awaiting his fate...
His skin was very firm, and of dusky color though not actually dark. His limbs were lithe and slender, some muscles on his chest but not too much... on the whole rather a graceful vision than an imposing one. All this would be quite easy to see, as the only clothing he wore was a leather loincloth.
He closed his eyes, sighing softly, wondering how this could ever have happened... and again, the memories rushed into his mind.
It had started when the age-long war between high elves and dark elves came to an end. To see this feud of hatred end so suddenly was a shock to just about everyone... and brought hope back even to those who despaired the most. The leaders had finally seen sense... continuing the war would destroy both nations.
No one really asked the slyvan elves, however. They had certainly suffered through the war, slaughtered by the dark elves who viewed them as inferior, drafted by the high elves, to who they swore allegiance. Yet now there was finally peace, things were still not well for them, as their villages lay directly between the two great nations. One of the conditions for the peace treaty was that some of these villages fell under dark elven sway... at first the sylvans cared little to whom they paid their tributes, but the dark elves proved harsher governors. Often they would commit small atrocities in the villages, or drag their inhabitants off as slaves. The high elves did nothing, for the transgressiosn remained minor, and they did not wish the war to begin a new.
So it was that the elf maid Silera was raped by a dark elven official... yet being the strong and compassionate woman she was, she raised the offspring of that violation, the hybrid named Heldon, with love and tenderness. Others viewed Heldon with suspicion, calling his blood tainted... and dark elves all but spit at him, finding the very thought of their blood mingling with inferior races disgusting. Then one day, an armed troop of dark elves arrived in the village, making straight for Heldon's home. Barely come of age, Heldon thought they would kill him, clease the world of half-breeds... but instead they merely dragged him away from his weeping mother, shackling him and marching him along with some other sylvans to the nearest dark elven forest.
Heldon still thought he would die... sacrificed to one of their cruel gods perhaps... it was not until he was chained to the wall he realized that he was not to die... he was to be a slave.
Heldon shivered, his body tensing as he heard a heavy iron door move. He had heard about the cruel tortures of the dark elven trainers.... would it be a woman? They were said to be the most cruel... and of course women occupied most positions of power. But those males who had manage to attain a high station were usually the most fearsome...
Again he shivered, awaiting his fate...
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