Chapter IX: “Where Am I know?”

Early, very early, in the morning it was, when Jaramiah washed up on shore, in a beach place, like the one Mihanna was just at. In this place the water was more steady, and he was able to come out, very easily. He blinked several times, then looked around. It was twilight. There were no birds, no beasts, no noise, of any kind. The sand was soft, and fine, to touch. The fragrance of Honey Suckles came to his nose. There are Honey Suckles, in the Fifth Dimension. There were few trees near, and he wondered what had happened. Then he remembered. “Mihanna!” he whispered, trying not to wake anything, that didn't want to wake up right now. “I've got to find her!” he said. He lit a fire, took his shirt off, and laid it close by him, on the sand. The stretched out, and thought. Then he sat up, and looked around. “Where am I now?” he asked himself, tossing a pebble in the fire. “Mihanna is alone somewhere, if she has not already been captured.” he continued. He thought. “I've left her, with no protection too.” He got up, and looked at the stars. “Every one of my plans have gone eschew.” he finished. Looking down. “What do I do?” he asked, glancing around, and shrugging his shoulders. He had thought, and decided. His mind was made up. No sleep, no food, no any thing for him, until he had found Mihanna. Jaramiah turned, and put out the fire, after taking out a stick. He put his shirt back on, then walked over to a group of boulders. He lifted one smaller one, and wrote a small “ M” under it, then a small message. To do this, he used the burned stick, the one he took out of the fire. He poured sand over the fire, to make it look very old, then walked away. Then, as he left the ring of trees, he heard something. Maybe it was his mind, playing tricks on him, you always hear something, when it's crucial not to. He turned, and looked around. There was nothing. Then he heard the sound again, in front of him, this time. He turned, but didn't get a chance to look, for a sound like a rock, hitting another; or to make it to where you understand, a bowling ball, hitting pavement; came to his ears, and he fell to the ground, pain, in the back of his head! He remembered no more. The next morning- it was dawn, and the sun made a labor out of it- Mihanna came to an open place, where there were faded signs of a fire, not too long ago. She studied these, then saw the markings of something heavy, being dragged away, into the forest ahead. She saw a a smeared “M” and a near rock, and investigated. Yes, this was the same boulder Jaramiah had been to, not seven ours ago. There were four lines on it, a dash, and an M. It would have looked a little like this: IIII – M. “This must be the elvish ruins for 'fourth of', or 'fourth into'.” she said, to herself, thinking out loud. “And this,” she said, looking at the dash. “ looks like the term for mid-month, mid-year, or another.” she said. Most boring, to quick-to-judge people just called it plain old July. “And M, for Me, Mihanna, or something else. Let's see..” she thought before continuing. “Today, would be the fourth day, of the second month since I've been gone.” she said, after a pause. She then looked under the boulder, and saw this much smeared message:

“Mihanna,

I am seeing a light, on the opposite bank.” Then a few smeared words like “Going” and “Further”. Then she read: “If you get there in...” Then a word she thought would be “Time”. “I will be...” then a few words unmakable. Then “Furthest point of the...” a smear. Then the words: “Fall”, and “I'll”. And lastly: “wait for you there.”

And that was all.

Mihanna immediately knew that Jaramiah had written it. She had hope now. She filled her hands with water, from the river, and splashed it over the message. She grabbed her stick up again, and ran into the forest, in the direction of the drag marks. She ran until dusk, when she saw a fire in front of her, about a mile away. She blew out the touch, dropped it, and crept, more silent than a mouse, over to it. She ducked behind tree to tree. She came up to the fire, and stayed in the shadows. Mihanna dared not get captured again, if it were an enemy's fire. She hid in the shadows, but even after ten minutes, nothing happened. Just when she was ready to come out, a hand fell hard on her shoulder. “What are you doing?” a voice, light, and yet stern, said, from behind her. She didn't move, but was still. The “thing” spun her around, and she tried to see it, but it's face was out of the fire's light. Mihanna stiffened, then panicked, and threw herself backwards, and out of the forest edge. There cam a sinister laugh, from in the shadows. Then out stepped a tall Elf, all in green, with a coat of mail, and brown boots, like her own. He had a bow, and a quiver, on his back. He also had a sword, a dagger, and a small pocket knife. “Mihanna, you scare so easily.” He said still laughing, holding his hand down to her. Mihanna looked dumbfounded, and astonished. “Well, do not look at me, as if you have never seen me before.” he said, helping her up. “Oh.” she said, overjoyed. “I'm just so happy to see you!” she said, as he held her tight in his arms. He stroked her hair, and held her tight. Of course he was not an enemy; but her twin brother, Mihornna, of whom the ring, spoke of. Mihanna hadn't seen him for three years. He was a wonderer, and often left home, for he hated living in a busy palace, all day. He rejected the role of king, which he would have taken seventeen years ago, if he had not refused. The age at which an elf can be King or Queen, is different for both, depending on, if you were female, or male. The Elven Men, could be King, or ruler, at the age of three hundred-seventy. And The Elven Women, at four hundred. This was, because they believed that when an elf had full maturity, he or she, was able to make wise decisions, and this age, was when this usually happened. They also believed that the Men always made wiser decisions than the Ladies, at any time.

(They thought the men matured faster.)

Back to our two elves.

“Oh,” Mihornna said, remembering something. “Do you know this man?” he asked, walking over to a group of boulders. He then, pulled out a man's body. The man, had a sack on his head, his hands were tied, and feet, also. Mihornna took the sack off of his head, and his sister gasped. He looked up at her. “YES!” she cried, running to the body. “Release him at once!” she demanded. “Alright! Alright!” he said, untying him. I suppose you guessed by now, that it was Jaramiah. If so, you are correct! He was knocked out cold, and didn't move.

Mihanna; once she and her brother had dragged him to a log, made a fire, and propped his head up; took off a piece of her dress, that was shredded, and torn. After wetting it, in the river, she bathed the wounds on his head and arm properly with it. Her brother; not to fond of men, after the betrayal of his father, by Ragar; looked at the, “young Captain” as he called him often afterwards, with pity, and hate. About fifteen minuted later, he awoke, and saw her, looking lovingly at him. “Mihanna.” he said, his head swimming. “What happened?” he asked, seeing his shirt lying beside him. Mihanna thought, then said: “You suddenly crossed paths with my brother, I guess. But, you probably know better than I.” she said, glancing at Mihornna.

Jaramiah looked, and saw him sitting on a log, in front of the fire, lost in thought. Then he felt something cold on his arm, and looked down. He saw the torn cloth. Jaramiah smiled, and rested his hand on hers. Such warmth, and tenderness in that touch Mihanna hadn't felt in a very long time. She rested her other hand, on his wounded arm's hand. Jaramiah stroked her face, with that hand. Mihanna closed her eyes, as tears swelled in them. She knew that after they had been through, her brother would make her go back to Maili, and he could not come with her; they would have to part, eventually.

The Captain whipped the tears away from her eyes, then felt like he was being watched. He looked over at Mihornna, and saw he had been watching through the corner of his eyes. Ever since Jaramiah's hand touched his sister's, he had a close eye on them. Jaramiah quickly got the hint from that look, and suddenly took his hands off Mihanna, which startled her. She looked over at her brother, who gave her a sign to come to him. She looked at Jaramiah again. “Rest.” she said, taking the cloth off of his arm, and using a new piece of thiner cloth to bandage the wound. “I'll be back in a moment.” she whispered, tying it in a knot. She walked over to the blue-green eyed elf, and sat beside him, after he outstretched his arm, in the gesture.

“How long have you known him?” Mihornna asked, standing, and taking her hand. They walked down to the river side, and Jaramiah slowly went to sleep. “A month, I should think.” Mihanna replied, after they had sat down on the sand. “Why?” she asked. “I don't trust him.” he brother quickly said. “He knows you far too well.” he continued. “Why does that make you not trust him?” the younger elf asked, not knowing what his point was.

I cannot relate to you, the rest of this conversation, because I heard no more of it. I do know, however, that after five minutes or so, Mihanna went back to Jaramiah, who had fallen asleep.

Mihornna went to the boulders again, and pulled out a heavy pack. “I thought we might need these.” he said, pulling out three blankets. She smiled with delight. She felt Jaramiah's forehead, it was hot, so she didn't put a blanket on him. Mihornna made himself a bed by the fire, and Mihanna, at Jaramiah's side, so if he was cold, he could use the one next to her. “Mihanna.” the older elf said, sitting up. Mihanna was afraid he would tell her not to sleep by him. “Sleep well.” he said, lying back down. Mihanna smiled, and said the same to him. Then she laid her head down, her back facing the captain, threw the blanket over herself, and almost immediately went to sleep.

She woke up, in the middle of the night, and saw Jaramiah had scooted closer to her. She smiled, then, looking at her brother, fast asleep, went closer to him. Then, lying her head on his shoulder, and snuggling close to him, she went to sleep. Jaramiah however, was not asleep, and wanted to see what she would do. He smiled, when he saw her, lying on him. He put his arm, over her shoulder, and went back to sleep. Mihanna slept perfectly, and if she did wake up, she saw him, and went back to sleep, knowing she was safe.

When she awoke, neither boy was in site. She was all alone. The fire had gone out, Jaramiah's shirt was gone, but her brother's pack was still there. “They are probably out in the woods, fighting over me.” she said, and looked up a recent trail, that had been made. There was a sound of heavy foot falls, behind her, so she quickly ducked behind a boulder. She looked over the top of it, to see a man looking at their things, she hadn't even taken care of the blanket she had used. Then a hand went slowly over her mouth, and pulled her back down. She looked and saw Jaramiah, who put his finger to his mouth, telling her to be silent. He peeked back over, the man was now going through Mihornna's pack. He took out something, took her piece of dress, then ran away. Jaramiah sat back down. “They took something from your brother's pack, and your torn dress piece, and left.” he said, getting up. Mihanna sighed. “Where is he?” she asked. “My brother, I mean.” she continued. “I don't know.” the captain replied, standing her up. “I went to go find him, but I never did. He was gone when I got up, about three hours ago.” he went on.

He took her into the forest, and looked around. They stopped dead in their tracks. “Listen!” he whispered, looking up at the hill above them. The could here many, many voices, and foot steps up there. Jaramiah, and Mihanna looked at each other. “Now, I think Hiding would be better than running.” Mihanna said. They hid, on the inside of the cliff, away from sight. Soon the voices faded, and all was quiet. They looked at each other. “I'll see if it's safe.” Jaramiah said. “Be careful.” she whispered back to him, as he let go of her hand. He quickly turned and looked at her. “It's not me their after; it's you.” he said.

No sooner had he left her sight, Mihanna felt a cold, line across her neck. It was; as she guessed from the sharp edges; a sword. It guided her head to the right, she saw Telibraun standing there, leaning on the cliff wall. She looked at him sternly, but could not help staring at his face; at the awful mark Jaramiah had left.

“Two days,” he began, taking his sword away from her neck. “I've been searching for you.” he continued. Mihanna took a step backwards, but hit something hard. She turned, and saw Grendo, who quickly grabbed her arms. He took her, and threw her; with all possible strength he could muster; against the stone wall. Mihanna gave a small outcry. “Now, we have a choice of capturing you, or killing you.” she heard Grendo say, as he tied her arms, at her elbows and wrists. “I think I will choose capturing you, so I can repay you slowly, for all the trouble, pain, and time, you've caused me.” Telibraun said, proceeding to gag her. She started, but at a gentle reminder, from a sharp blade in her back, she stiffened.

She was gagged, and tied; both, very tightly; before they took her away. She fought bitterly, which only made their grip, tighter. They each took an arm, and walked deeper into the forest. She saw several troops come from ahead, and Telibraun spoke with their leader. She thought he was telling them; thought she could not understand the language they were speaking; to take her to wherever, and he would go find, or do something, else, and meet up with them later. Then he stopped, and looked at Mihanna. “No.” he said, finally.

He lead them to a fairly large tree, much like the one Mihanna and Jaramiah had slept under that one night. “Tie her to this.” he said, pointing at the tree. “That way, we can nab the captain as well, without any toil.” he continued. “Shouldn't we go and find him?” Grendo asked. “No.” Telibraun said, still looking at her. “No. This is what I call, a win, win, situation.” he continued. “If he does, then we'll have them both. And if he doesn't...” here Mihanna looked up, and their eyes met. She looked pitifully at him, then could not believe what she heard him say. “then, the trouble will be ended for us.” he finished, knowing that she would eventually die, without food or water, elf though she was.

Mihanna was thrown to her knees, and then shoved against the tree. They didn't untie her hands, or elbows, and thought this would keep her from escaping. Once they had finished, and had their fun, teasing, poking, prodding, and laughing at her, they left. Telibraun turned before leaving, walked back to her, and said: “Don't get up.” sarcastically, kicking her knee, slightly. Then he was gone. This was the very first time, she hoped Jaramiah wouldn't rescue her.

There, in the arms of the forest, she remained. All day, all night. The sun dwindled, and the night grew on.

Chapter VII:

A Shocking Escape

Mihanna was ushered into the room, where they saw Ragar, with a book in his hands. “Come, come.” he said, motioning to them. Telibraun took her, and told the guard, he would take it from here, and to return to his post. Ragar looked up, and was shocked to see Mihanna, just yet. He hadn't expected her to sign, so easily, and quickly. “I wasn't expecting you, so soon.” he said, standing. Telibraun handed him the paper, that the guard had given him. “Excellent.” he said, setting it down. He looked at the two of them, then said: “Alright. Why don't we take her to the dining quarters, so she can learn of her jobs.” Telibraun then took her, roughly, out, and followed his “Boss”, as he called him. They walked down the hall, and then Ragar turned suddenly, tripping Mihanna, and knocking her to the floor. As she fell, Ragar, and Telibraun watched, as a shiny object, went from her hand, and rolled to a corner. She scrambled, trying to get to it first. But Ragar was first to get it. He picked it up, and looked at it in the light, of the many windowed hall. Telibraun glanced at him, then went to Mihanna. He knelt down to her, and extended his hand. She looked at him too surprised to say anything. She took his hand, and he pulled her, to her feet. Telibraun then looked at Ragar, who was lost in thought. He walked over, and looked at the shiny article he held in his hand. They both looked at her, and asked a question; that at that moment, Mihanna absolutely despised; “What is it?” She didn't answer, and tried to think of a way to tell him, without completely giving it away. It was, in fact, a ring. It shone like the stars, and had small Teurguein Elvish, ruins inside it. It read

“**Covur Mihornna - Mihanna - coversai Mihunna**”

Mihanna had not replied yet. Ragar stomped towards her, pinning her to the wall. Ragar got in her face, and whispered, in an almost mean tone: “If you want it back, tell me what it is.” She still said nothing. Telibraun walked up behind Ragar. “If you want her to tell you anything, you MUST be kinder, or at least, talk to her in a tone not so upsetting.” he said, taking the ring. “If I give it back to you, will you tell us what it is?” he asked, now talking to Mihanna. “Yes.” She answered, reluctantly. He held it in front of her face. She looked at them, then from side to side. “It's a ring.” she said, then took it, and ran as fast as she could, down the hall, before any one could stop her! Ragar and Telibraun followed her, as fast as they could, for they were not a agile as an elf, and certainly not as nimble as a she elf would be, for so they called them. Mihanna ran up the staircase, leading to the tower room. She saw a troop of men in front of her, and ran through the middle of them, not thinking twice. They divided, and then saw their Boss, and chief running up toward them. They passed, and Ragar called back to them: “Get the guards, and head to the court yard!” he called, as he ran, out of breath. Jaramiah was sitting on the bed, listening, then, as foot steps, came closer to the door, he stood up. Mihanna burst into the room. “He comes. And quickly.” she said, looking around. “Well,” He said, also looking for an escape. “What did I come up here for?” she asked, resolving that there was no way out. “The window!” he shouted, running to it. He looked down, four stories, to the ground. “We're up, four stories in the air, with the enemy, right behind, and you want us to climb out a window, with a two hundred foot drop bellow us?” She asked, not believing, that was his plan. “Do you have a better idea?” he asked sarcastically. Mihanna heard shouting, and running, from behind. She ran to the window, and looked down. “Good plan.” she said, in sarcastic response. “You first.” He said, holding her arms, as she went down. There were stones, that were not quite even with the rest of the wall, and these she used to step on. “I'm not trying to get down; just out of site.” The Captain called down to her, as he, himself stepped out the window. Just as his head, went bellow the window sill, Telibraun and Ragar ran in, and looked around. Jaramiah, strong though he was, found it hard to hold on, for very long. Mihanna had only one good arm, but finally; not being able to stand the strain, on one arm; decided to use her bad arm. He looked down at her, while he listened to what was happening, in the room. Under the pressure of falling, the elf's hands had become damp, with sweat. She struggled to hang on. Ragar walked over to the window, and looked down. Jaramiah looked up at just the same time, and their eyes met. Jaramiah was startled at first, but after taking a few more steps down, was able to think straight again. Mihanna could hold on no longer, and fell a few feet, screaming. She landed on the over hang, of a balcony. Jaramiah, didn't see it, and thought she was now free falling to her death. He shouted to her. Ragar saw where she landed, then he and Telibraun ran down the stairs, calling his men. Mihanna landed on her side, not her feet, which was an advantage to her. If she had landed on her feet, she would be in severe pain, and probably, her ankles would be broken. Jaramiah looked down at her, then seeing that she was able to move, and that it was not such a far drop, he let go, and fell down to her. She looked over at him, admiration in her eyes. “Brilliant plan!” she said, standing, and looking down. Ragar left the room, calling more men to him. They burst through the palace doors, and circled the building. When they had gotten to the place where they last saw the prisoners, they saw, that they had now begun to descend the wall. They stood below them, watching, and waiting. This time, Jaramiah was the first down, and he knocked off, those who were nearest. Mihanna came down, and waited behind him. Ragar just waited in the shadows, slowly drawing a long dagger, from it's sheathe. He raised it, then waited for the right moment. He was unsure which to aim it at, so he went for the one in front, who just happened to be Jaramiah. Just then Mihanna saw him, and then the knife. She pushed Jaramiah down to the ground, just as the dagger flew over their heads. The captain looked up, and saw now, what she had done. He rolled over, onto his back, and sat up. Mihanna suddenly looked at him. “You saved my life.” he said, taking her hand. “Not yet I haven't.” she said, pulling him up, and running toward a hill. Telibraun didn't bother in trying to fight the Captain, for he knew he was strong. And the fight wasn't fair. The elf, and captain ran, and ran, to the hill, which suddenly turned into a cliff, but they didn't see that yet. Jaramiah heard steps from behind, and whirled around, to see Telibraun, with two swords in his hands. Jaramiah turned to Mihanna. “Go, go on ahead!” he said, pushing her forward. “I'll be behind you if I can!” Mihanna speedily ran up the hill, where the wind had a violent hold. Telibraun threw a sword to Jaramiah, and he caught it. “I figured,” he began. “since I do have to fight you; make it a fair fight.” he said, positioning himself, for fighting. “Alright.” Jaramiah replied, after thinking. So they started, and they fought. Ragar; creeping along the forest line, in the for ground of the two fighters; was gaining up on Mihanna. The wind twisted, and pulled her hair, in all different directions. Sight was limited, and this was what made her foot; swift and nimble though she was; get stuck between two rocks! Yes, our hero is stuck tight, pushing and shoving, digging at the rocks, that held her foot. I'm sure you can think of a way to get free, because you are most likely, perfectly comfortable, in your bed, or in you favorite seat, reading this, and don't have to worry about some one coming up behind, and taking your head off (without even knowing it). But, you do know how, I suppose. “Simply push one rock aside, and then pull your foot out.” Easy, right? WRONG! Because, if you had long, flowing hair like she did, being swept about you, you'd find it pretty hard, yourself. Meanwhile, Jaramiah and Telibraun fought, until Jaramiah hit him in the face with the hilt of his sword, knocking him to the ground. He fell, his nose bloody, and in pain. Jaramiah ran in the elf's direction. Ragar loomed up behind Mihanna. She heard the “cling” of his sword, being unsheathed, and turned around. “I asked you a simple question.” he said, coming closer. Mihanna finally pulled away a rock, and suddenly pulled her foot out. “But chose to do all this, instead.” He came closer now, and closer still. She ran, and kept running, looking back occasionally, as she did. She saw Ragar close behind, then continued. “Oh, now you've gone and done it.” she said to herself, seeing no where left to run. “You'll really be lucky to escape this one alive.” she finished, reaching the over hang, in the cliff, and turning around, to Ragar. He pointed his sword at her, and came closer. Mihanna slowly walked backwards. She stretched out her foot to take another step, but, no more steps could be taken, she was at the edge. There was about a five thousand foot drop, off the cliff. Far, far down bellow, she could see a river. Her enemy looked happy, with her predicament. “Now!” he said, pointing his blade at her neck. “I've got you, where I want you. I will kill him, and you, and be ruler of your people, and then slowly, the rest of this world!” he ended, rather satisfied with himself. “Any last words?” he asked, coming so close, that Mihanna had to tilt her head up, so the sharp point of the sword didn't touch her. “Guess not.” he ended, pulling it back, to make his blow. Well, I suppose now, you think it's all over for our elf. That she's come to the end of the line, but just watch. Mihanna didn't look in fear, but just cracked a semi-smile, and cocked her head. Right at the moment, Jaramiah ran up, and knocked Ragar to the ground before her feet. He tossed Ragar's sword to her, and she prepared to fight. Ragar stood, and realizing, what had happened, turned to Mihanna. “I have a good mind to kill you know.” She said, pointing at his throat, with a look of hatred in her eyes. Men surrounded the Captain, and made him drop his sword. Telibraun, however, did not come, he was too hurt, and went back inside, barely able to see. Ragar turned to them, then Mihanna. “Go ahead.” he said, knowing she could not. “I will!” she said, thrusting it suddenly, under his chin. She wanted to, but doubted herself. “Do it if you can!” Ragar yelled, growing impatient, and knowing he had called her bluffs. She looked bent on killing, but then went limp. The sword dropped from her hands, and fell to the ground. “No.” she said, gently. “If I did, I would be no better than you. And I don't want to put that image on my people.” She just looked at him, sternly, but softly, hoping to hit, some sort of nerve, in that old, twisted heart; full of weeds, and thorns; of his. The troops were in shock. They couldn't believe their eyes. Jaramiah was the pleased, and happy, with the choice his lo- I mean, his “friend” had made. But this was just what Ragar had expected, maybe not so justly, but still. He was unchanged. “I knew it!” he yelled, while signaling his troops to take the captives. Mihanna was grabbed first, but did not struggle; she knew what was coming, and accepted it like the elf she really was. They put her arms behind her back, and pushed her towards the castle gates. Now, I know what your thinking. “This book is way to predictable. Bad guy wants something, she says no. Princess runs away, Princess gets captured, she does what the bad guy wants.” But, just wait, and see. Ragar turned, and looked into Mihanna's eyes, then looked at those, holding the captain back. “Why don't we just cut you out of the picture?” he said, walking over to him, and resting a hand on his shoulder, in jest. Jaramiah glared at him, but he didn't move. Mihanna was stunned, with this remark, and was not quite sure what he ment by it. “Gentlemen.” He continued. “How long has this captain been a bother to you?” he asked. The men shouted different things, but all meaning, a long time. “And, if this man were removed, do you think our elf prisoner would be more co-operative, to us, or just as ignorant?” he asked, pointing to Mihanna, and trying to get the answer he wanted. The men, at first, said nothing. Then they looked at the captain cunningly. He knew his end was coming. “Then, let the trouble be over, and let us be rid of him!” Ragar said. Then, men took him to the over hang, and held his arms, three to each arm, for he was tough. Mihanna's captors, took her a few feet away from him, so she could still see, her beloved captain's death. She had two men for each arm, and one had her mouth. A single man readied a bow and arrow, in front of the captain. “You won't gain anything by this.” Mihanna said, tearing away from the hand on her mouth, and looking at Ragar, as He passed her. “You go against your word!” she yelled, tears welling in her eyes. He suddenly turned and looked at her. “Against my word?” he asked, walking back toward her, and looking in her eyes. “I said; 'I won't harm him'.” he said cunningly. “I never said any thing about any one else doing it.” he ended, walking away, with a sinister smile on his face. Mihanna couldn't believe how much she had trusted his word. Jaramiah's face was stern, and he didn't flinch. Mihanna, how ever, was in mortal pain, she already felt, as cold as death. She cried immensely, as the arrow was fitted, and pointed at Jaramiah's chest. Mihanna lowered her head, because she didn't want to see it. She slowly looked up, a fire lit in her eyes. “I won't let him go, so easily.” she thought to herself. She threw herself down to the ground, knocking three of the men off of her. The two on her good arm, held her tightly, and didn't let go. The arrow was pulled back. No one saw or heard, Mihanna and the men struggling, for they were farther back. She then tripped the one closest to her, and the last, let go. He was Grendo. She waited, for the right moment. Then she ran, to Jaramiah, and pushed him down, so that she took the shot. The arrow went across her left side, and she fell to the ground. They rolled to the edge. At the moment, she felt no pain, but she knew she was hurt. Jaramiah looked down, then at her. She nodded. Then, he took her hand, pulled her up, and jumped off, all the way, down to the bottom. “NO!” Ragar yelled, as he ran toward them. Fall, and fall, they did. At about two hundred feet from the ground, Mihanna, had enough courage to open her eyes. “We fall above a river!” she yelled, as they fell. Jaramiah still had her hand. There was a loud, horrendous splash, then they felt the water, cold, and fresh. Mihanna was almost completely out, by this time. When they were rushing down a more gentle river, Jaramiah looked for her. He saw her, sinking a few feet away from him. Her hand went under, just as he swam to her. He swam under the water, and saw her. He grabbed her waist, and swam up. Jaramiah spluttered and splashed, like a fish out of water. Mihanna was quite water logged, and drifted with him. He still held her, keeping her head above the water. The river went down again, and again, until it speed up, to a frightening speed. All the sudden Jaramiah's arm slammed into a rock, in the middle of the river, and he let go of Mihanna. She woke up, and held onto the rock, watching Jaramiah float away. Finally, the current was so strong, she was swept away too. She saw Jaramiah, far in front of her. At one point, she lost all sight of him, then saw him, grabbing a tree branch, hanging over the water. She used her arms to guide her, over to the left side of the river. She held her hands above her head, and paced herself. Just as she was going under it, Jaramiah reached his hand down to her, and grabbed her good arm. She held on to his hand, as held on to the branch. There was a snap, and a crackle. The branch lowered, putting Mihanna waist high, in the water, and just getting Jaramiah's feet wet. He looked down at her, in pain, for all the stress was on his right arm, his wounded arm. “On the count of three, get ready to jump!” he yelled, over the loud sound, of rushing water. Mihanna nodded, then mustered up, the last bit of her energy. “One, Two, Three!” he said, and pulled Mihanna up, as best he could. She scampered up the tree, and outstretched her arm to him. Just as he was about to reach it, the branch snapped, and he fell into the water, Mihanna screaming his name. Jaramiah bobbed up and down like a cork, calling her name, now and again, until finally, he dwindled out of sight. Mihanna jumped out of the tree, but when she did, her side pounded, and she now felt the immense pain. She fell to her knees, holding her side. She tried to stand, but fell again. She got through past the pain, and ran along the shore line, looking around, at any clearing. By this time, the sun had started to set, and Mihanna's silhouette could be seen, as she ran. Later, after about thirty minutes, the sun had gone down completely. Mihanna, ignored it, and ran still, falling, over, and over. One time, she fell, and her mouth was filled with the “sweet” taste of dirt. Okay. I'm just kidding! Back to the story. She grabbed a stick, and two rocks, then sat down, on a beach place, and went to work. She took some moss, from a tree nearby, and a small bamboo strip, and tied the moss, to the end, and around, her stick. Then she took up the rocks, scraped them across each other a few times, and a spark flew out. She looked around. She hit them a few more times, and more sparks followed. One finally hit the moss flint, and it went up in flames. Then, Mihanna walked more carefully now, as she didn't know what might be in these woods, or if they were friendly. She went on, through the night, and into the dawn.

Chapter VI: A Choice for a Young Elf

Mihanna fell to the floor, due to her failing strength. Ragar leaned down to her, as she backed away from him. Ragar grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards him. She looked away, as she was brought closer to his face. He pulled her ear, to his lips, and whispered: “Åarníä yûríeã Mihanna, æôvnërûn min eneur cov!” “No!” Mihanna yelled, pushing him away. What he had said, was: “You know Mihanna, I will kill him.” He held her arm tightly, as she tried to struggle away from him. He pulled her closer and continued. “There is nothing you can do.” he said, followed by a diabolical laugh. She broke free of him, as he remained laughing. She rubbed her wrist, and looked at him, with anger, and sorrow. “I would do anything!” she begged, kneeling to him, with her hands folded. “If you only spare his life!” she pleaded, beginning to cry.

He stood, and thought. “Well,” he said, motioning her to sit in her seat. She sat, and covered her face. “If you...no, no. You would never do it.” he concluded. “What!?” she asked, desperately. “I would do it, if it would save his life. What is it? Tell me!” she said, her tears deepening, and her voice growing angry, and shaky. “I will spare his life, if you stay here; with me.” Mihanna's face grew cold with stunned sadness. She looked away, then thought. “I need time to think on this.” she said, sadly “Fine.” he agreed. “You may think on it, but then you must tell me your answer.” he started. “Be your answer: Yes, and I shall not harm the boy. But be your answer: No, I'll make you wish you had never met him.” “Do we have a deal?” he asked, cunningly, extending his hand, to shake on it. She turned and closed her eyes. “For you.” she whispered. Then she turned, and extended her left hand to him. Before she even had a chance to pull her hand away, Ragar had already taken her hand, and held it tightly.

Mihanna felt a rush like fire, go up her arm, then a burning pain. She cried in pain, finally he let go, and she fell to the floor with a thud, holding her arm. Ragar opened the door, and Telibraun walked in. Mihanna could hold on no longer, and fell into a uneasy sleep. She fell to the floor, but Telibraun caught her, and picked her up. “Take her to the tower room. I need to think on this matter.” Ragar said, showing him out. The young man took Mihanna up the many flights of stairs, all the way to the tower room. He unlocked and opened the door, and took her to the bed, that lay in the corner. He set her down, and left the room.

After fifteen minutes or so, Mihanna finally opened her eyes. And guess who was staring back at her; Jaramiah! He was holding her hand, and looking at her intently. She immediately sat up, and looked around, gasping for air. She remembered the incident, as the pain returned to her arm. Mihanna laid back down, and looked in the captain's eyes. “I knew I would find you.” she said, her voice creaking. He looked down at her, and stroked her face, and hair. “Yes.” he said, at last. “You have found me.” Her face grew serious. “Where did you go?” she asked. “I looked for you. Why did you leave me?” Jaramiah's eyes wondered. “I, just went to go look around, then, when, Ragar found me right out side the palace, he ordered me, captured. “And I suppose you can fairly well, guess the rest.” he said, with a chuckle. “Oh, Jaramiah!” Mihanna exclaimed, when he sat up. She took him hand, and pulled him back down. “What happened?!” she asked, pointing to a bloody bandage on his arm. “Oh,” he said, remembering. “I had a sword fight with Telibraun.” he said, finally. “He is quite the swordsman.” he ended. “I'm so sorry I've brought you into this.” Mihanna said, resting her head, on his shoulder. “No.” Jaramiah said, putting his arms around her. “I'm glad we met. After all, I can't save some one I don't know, very well, can I?” he continued, comically. “And if we never met, you would have had to deal with Ragar in the boat, even longer. You would have had to sleep here last night, and the night before. So don't be sorry we met. In fact, you are the best thing that ever happen to me, since I left home.” he ended, romantically. Mihanna suddenly, sat up, and looked at him. No!” she said. You cannot love me! You cannot!” she yelled. “Do not tell me you still have feelings for HIM?!” Jaramiah said, as if accusing her of it. “Don't be ridiculous!” Mihanna abjected. “I don't think I ever really did.” she answered, realizing the truth. The captain started to walk toward the window. “Jaramiah.” she said, taking his hand, as he walked away. He looked at her, compassionately, and lovingly. “Yes?” he asked, seeing her face saddened. “What would you say, or do, if any one ever gave up their life, for you?” she asked, purposefully not immediately telling him, her reason for asking. He thought. “I don't know.” he said, after a long pause. “Why do you ask?” he asked, looking at her, then seeing the sad look she had, sat by her once more. “What's wrong?” he asked, putting a hand on her cheek. She looked up sadly, at him. “I've sacrificed my life; for yours.” she said, touching his hand. “What!?” Jaramiah said, in utter astonishment. “No! Mihanna, you can't.” he told her, taking her hand, and pulling it close to him. She looked up at the ceiling, then back to him. “I can't change it now.” she said, getting up. Jaramiah stood, and taking her hand, pulled her up to him, looked in her eyes, then took her, and held her in his arms. She was still a moment, then returned the gesture. “I guess, I am of no further use to him.” She said, as he let her go. He set her back on the bed, and looked at her. She looked away. He took her hand, and held it tight. “No one has ever done that for me.” he said, walking closer to her. “You have done more for me, in two weeks, than any one has, in my whole life.” he came closer to her. “I can never repay this debt.” he said, coming closer, and closer still. He came towards her face, and it took all she had, to pull away. “No.” she said, pushing past him. “You can't love me. You can't.” she said. She limped over to the window, falling, again and again. He helped her back to the bed, and looked at her arm. “How is it?” he asked, pulling up her sleeve. In place of the red, and slightly pink, scrape; there was, a red, purple, and black bruise. “I'll bandage it, just to help it heal. He used a pocket knife to cut out a strip of his shirt. “I thought they took it.” Mihanna said, almost in a question. “They took one, yes.” Jarmaih replied, comically. Then he tied the piece of fabric around her arm. “Now let's have a look at your leg.” he said, pushing her dress aside. His face grew dark, at the color, shape, and thickness of the wound. “No wonder you can't walk.” he said. He did the same for this wound, and then looked at her, satisfied. “Mihanna?” he said, resting his hand on her arm. “Can I ask you something?” he asked, in a kind tone. “Certainly.” Mihanna replied, looking at him, her face sincere, and gentle. “Why do you refuse me?” he asked, not realizing how his feelings had control of him. “Jaramiah, you wouldn't be able to be with me, even if I wasn't-” “An elf?” Jaramiah broke in, as she replied. “Yes.” she answered. “That doesn't matter. It's just, I am sorry it's you, that my heart has chosen. I didn't plan it, I swear.” he ended, trying to be comical. Mihanna turned and looked at him. “Don't be sorry.” she said, looking at him, and putting her hand on his cheek. “You didn't know any better, and sometimes, you can't help how you feel for others.” she ended, looking up. “I know I can't.” she said, realizing what was happening. He looked at her, inquisitively. “You, you do?” Jaramiah asked, astonished at her words. “Captain, I may never be alone with you again.” she began, taking his hand. “So I'll tell you now, my true feelings for you. Jaramiah, I-” but there were footsteps coming up the stairway, and she stopped. “What ever happens, follow your heart.” Jaramiah said, going to the window, and looking at her. The door opened ,and Mihanna saw Ragar, Telibraun, Grendo, and about a dozen others, enter the room. Telibraun and Grendo took her arms, and brought her in front of Ragar. “Take your hands off her!” The captain shouted, taking a step toward them. “Restrain him!” Ragar yelled, as the solders held him back. “Now,” He began, taking out his sword, and walking behind her. He pointed it right at Jaramiah's throat. The men holding Mihanna, turned her in Ragar's direction. “Shall I run him though now? Or torture him a bit longer?” he asked, getting closer to him. Jaramiah lifted his head up. The men chuckled to themselves. “No!” Mihanna screamed, struggling from her captures. “Or do you have something to say?” he asked, pointing his sword at her. She breathed in deeply, and held her head back. She looked away, and thought. “You promise? You swear, you won't hurt him!?” she asked, still looking away. “You have my word.” he replied. “Fine.” she said, under her breath. “Good.” He said, signaling them to leave. “Mihanna!” Jaramiah yelled, as Mihanna was taken out. But it was too late, they were gone. She was taken to a room, and throne to the floor. She heard the door get locked, and she looked around the room, tears in her eyes. Mihanna walked over to a bed she saw in the corner, and pulled up her legs. She put her face on her knees, and eventually cried herself to sleep. Two hours later, the door opened. Telibraun walked in, and looked down at her. She suddenly looked up at him. “Come.” he said, reaching his hand down to her. “He is waiting.” She ignored his hand, and stood up. Her leg had more strength now, and she found it easier to walk on her own. Mihanna followed him out, and walked beside him, her head downcast. Finally they went down a hall, and came to a door. It was a huge, bolted door, and Mihanna thought that it might be to a throne room, or something along those lines. When the door was opened, she saw that she was in fact, correct. Ragar was sitting in the throne. Telibraun brought her in front of him, and then left the room. Mihanna looked from wall to wall, uneasily. They were lined with solders. “No hope of escaping this time.” she thought. “I've thought long and hard on your first task.” Ragar said, standing. “You are to,” Then he sat, and smiled, evilly. Mihanna held her breath, and prayed that it wasn't what she thought it was. Ragar opened his mouth. “bow to me.” he ended, followed by an evil laugh. Mihanna's eyes blinked uncontrollably, looking around her, as her breathing quickened. Her face hardened. “Never.” she said, gritting her teeth. “Oh, I think I can persuade you otherwise.” Ragar said, taking out the dagger, of Jaramiah's. He fiddled with it, talking slowly. “I think you will, if the life of your beloved was on the line!” he ended, suddenly throwing the knife at a hanging-cloth wall piece near her. The dagger easily went through it, like a knife through butter. Mihanna breathed deeper, as Ragar walked, or stomped towards her. She backed up against the wall, as he came closer. She shut her eyes, as he took her wrist, and forcefully pulled her to the throne steps. “You will!” he said, whipping out a hidden sword, from behind his sacred seat. He threw her on the steps, and pointed his sword at her. “Now do it!” he yelled. Mihanna; still laying on the red carpeted steps; sat up, and closed her eyes. Then, she clinched her fists, and slowly bowed to Ragar. He was amazed, he would have never thought she would actually do it, not in a million years. “Very well.” he said, put his sword away. Mihanna sat up again, and stared at the floor, as he began to talk. “I wouldn't have been so fierce if you had only obeyed in the first place.” He said, pulling out his pipe, from his vest pocket. “Here.” he said. He pulled out a much worn piece of paper. “This is-Get up first!” he said, pulling her up from the floor, roughly. Mihanna stood, and rubbed the arm he touched, for he hurt her, slightly. She looked down at the sheet he held in his hand. “This is a sheet, that simply states our little agreement, on paper. All you have to do is sign down here,” he continued, pointing to the bottom of the page, under a smeared signature. “and it will be legally bound, and permanent.” he ended, handing her a quill pen. She looked at the page, unable to read it. “What language is this?” she asked, then looked at him. “North Dunland, of course.” he said, almost sarcastically. She raised her eye brows, in realization. “Well, That explains it.” she said. “I can't read, or speak, this tongue.” she said, looking at him, in a concluding tone. “Well, why don't you just sign it any way?” he said, convincingly. “I would like to see what it says, first.” she said. “Well, I don't have the time to read it to you, and your not leaving this room, until you sign.” He said, getting up. He walked over to the guard nearest to the door, and whispered to him. “Don't let her leave, until she signs that paper. It's the only thing I need now, to get what I want.” Ragar continued. Mihanna now listened, to their quiet conversational whispers. “When she does sign, and make certain she does, you bring her to my study, and I'll decide what is to be done from there.” He ended, and with one last look at her, he left the room. Mihanna was torn. There was nothing for it, she had to sign. She took a labored breath of air, then wrote: “Mihanna of the Teurguein Elves” at the bottom of the sheet. She did regret it, but remembered why she did it. Mihanna walked over to the guard, and handed him the sheet, not looking at him, when she did so. He looked at it, then took her down the hall. They walked up two staircases, and then down a hall. They came to a hall, where they saw Telibraun standing at a door. The guard walked up to him. “I have special orders, from Ragar himself, to deliver the prisoner to him. Telibraun looked around him, at Mihanna; who looked away; then back at him. “But The Boss is not to be disturbed.” he said, blocking them from entering. “He is doing business. With the Spy.” he added. Then they heard steps towards the door, and it opened. They moved, and out came a tall, green eyed, brown haired man, with a small sack in his hand. He was about five inches taller than her, and stared at her, as he passed. Mihanna looked back at him, over her shoulder, as she was pushed into the small room.

Chapter V: Reaching Mengolion

Darkness fells as they reached land, hours later. They climbed onto shore, and after he rested a minute, Jaramiah looked around. Mihanna laid on her back, and took deep breaths. “I don't know where we are, besides on land.” He said, kneeling down to her. He helped her up, and she looked at him. “Well,” she said, looking away. “what do we do now?” she asked. “Well,” Jaramiah began, looking around also. “if we head into the forest, I'm sure we can find a place to spend the night.” he said, walking in front of her. “Well,” she said, with a slight laugh. “lead the way, captain.” he lead her into the forest, where they found a big Oakailian tree, under which they fell asleep. Meanwhile, Ragar and his men were just reaching shore. They were soaked, and cold. There was a troop waiting for them, and they were surprised to see their master's appearance. After words were said, they lead him to a spot, where there were foot prints from the water. “This is good.” Ragar said, wrapping himself up with a blanket. “They left prints. When it is light, follow these prints.” he said, turning away and heading for the wagon that was waiting to take them to the castle. Hours later, Jaramiah woke up, and saw Mihanna's head laying on his shoulder. He smiled. He gently got up, and walked out of the forest. The moon-light shone on him, as he looked up at the sky. “I have found her, Father” he said, looking up still. “I will do my best to protect her, and keep her safe. But it would be easier if you were here, to give me advise.” he continued, lowering his head. “She is counting on me, to take her home. And I mustn't let her down again.” he said, looking back up. He waited for a minute. “I have a feeling when I'm with her, that I've never felt before. I think, I think I love her, father.” then turned and, looking back one more time, went back in the forest. When he got to the tree, ha saw Mihanna had rolled over, and was in a deep, tender sleep. He knelt down to her. “Rest peacefully.” he said, putting his hand on her head. Then he turned, and left her, to go look around. The night went on, and Mihanna never woke up. The next morning, she got up, and looked around, but did not see him anywhere. He had not come back yet. She wondered, then decided to wait. She waited for almost an hour. Then she left the tree and went in search of him. Mihanna called his name all through the forest. But Jaramiah never heard her once, for he was high above her, in a tower of stone. Ragar had found him, early in the morning, around the castle. His solders had almost shot him, but he told them not to. “Tell us where she is, and it will be easier on your part.” He said, looking out the window, then back at him. Jaramiah didn't answer, he just thought. “It would be wise.” he said, with a caulk of his head. Jaramiah still said nothing.”Fine!” Ragar said, growing impatient. “Since you said nothing freely; you will tell me everything, under threat.” he shouted, calling solders in the room. “Tell us where she is, or when they do find her, they'll kill her!” he said. Jaramiah stood up. “No!” he shouted. “Then tell us, now.” Jaramiah lowered his head. “She's sleeping under the big Oakailian tree, just inside the forest.” he said, sitting back down, and putting his face in his hands. “Good.” Ragar said, his tone growing softer. “I see you have a soft spot in your heart for her.” he turned to his solders, and said: “Go then. To the Oakailian tree, on the west side of the forest.” they left, and Ragar looked at Jaramiah one last time before closing the door. Then Jaramiah was left alone, walking around, and strengthening his legs. About an our later, the solders returned, and informed Ragar that she was not there. Ragar stormed up to the tower room, and opened the door. “She wasn't there!” he yelled. Jaramiah looked confused. “Well she was when I left.” he said. “But that must be nigh on five hours ago.” he said, thinking. Just then a solder walked in. “Sir,” he began, saluting him. “we have found the girl, on the east side of the forest. Shall we fetch her?” he asked. “Yes.” Ragar replied. “And go by horse this time. So I'm not left waiting as long as before.” The solders left, and Jaramiah was once again left alone. This time he thought of a plan. It was almost dark, when Mihanna looked up at the sun-set, and sighed. It was absolutely beautiful. “I wonder where he is.” She said, the sunlight splaying about her. She felt renewed, and alive. Her hair blew in the gentle wind. Then she heard the snap of a twig, and quickly turned. There was nothing in plain sight, but she knew she was being watched. She walked on, occasionally hearing other snaps, crackles or pops, in the leaves. Elves have an incredible sense of hearing. Finally she could not stand the suspense, and turned around, to face the noise that bothered her. “Who ever you are,” Mihanna began, her voice crackled, and scared. “show yourself. I know your here.” she said. No answer, no noise, no sound of bird, beast, or wind was heard in that tense moment. Then, out of the shadows, horses approached her, and some even drew swords. She was encircled. Mihanna could think of no way to escape this one. “Please don't run.” Telibraun began, pushing farther ahead than the rest. “We have traveled far, and long, and we would prefer it, if you would just come easily, and quietly.” He said, reaching out his hand. She thought, for a moment, then reached her hand up to his. “And go back with you?” she asked sarcastically. “Never!” she said firmly, jerking her hand away, and running behind him. See, when Telibraun went a little farther than the other solders, he left an open space behind him. Mihanna used this to run out of the encirclement. She ran, and ran, as fast as her feet would carry her. She soon came to an open space, of dead, and felled trees. There was ash everywhere, and she knew that she would get caught. “They'll cover more ground than I, in this barren place.” she said to herself, as she looked for a place to hide. She threw her back up against a fallen tree, and waited, barely breathing. She closed her eyes, as she heard the solders get closer. She hoped, and prayed that this would be enough to protect her. She laid down on her stomach, and looked through a thin crack, between the bottom of the tree, and the ground. She watched as they rode in, and then away. She breathed out, and sighed in relief. But they rode back, and Telibraun got off his horse, and examined the ground. “The foot prints stop here.” he said, turning. “But I cannot make out where they go.” he continued. While their attention was on their captain, Mihanna ran forward, and forgot her previous fear of arrow, or blade. “There!” one solder shouted, pointing to her, running on the plain. “After her!” Telibraun cried, getting on his horse. “Wait!” the other man said. “We have a long way to go, back to the castle.” he continued, reaching behind him. “Wouldn't it just be easier to...” he stopped, as he pulled out his bow, and an arrow. “bring her down?” he finished, with a cunning smile. Telibraun thought. “Good point.” he said. “Alright. But aim for her feet, she can't run without them.” he said. He gave the signal, and all but one of the arrows were spent. Telibraun took the last arrow, and rode his horse forward. Then, aiming carefully, he shot it. Mihanna felt something like a stick of fire, burn her leg, then fell to the ground. Telibraun's shot was aimed perfectly. He had shot her, right above her shin, right below her knee. She rolled into a pile of ash, and dirty water. She moaned as Telibraun and his men rode up, and he got off his horse. He put a hand under her head, and partially lifted her up. “Can you walk?” he asked, looking in her eyes. She didn't answer. “Answer me!” Telibraun shouted, thinking she was purposely ignoring him.

“I know you can.” Mihanna just rolled on her back, and looked up at the sky. Slowly her world turned into shadows, and then went black. Her eyes fell back in her head, and she closed them, and knew not, what happened next. “Well then.” Telibraun began, locating the wound. “It's not that bad.” He said, picking her up. “I'll carry her back. She is out cold, and probably will not wake, until we reach the castle.” He put Mihanna in the saddle in front of him, then jumped on. Then with hand around her waist, and one on the reins, they rode away into the night, and into the dawn.

Early in the morning Jaramiah was looking out the window, when he saw the troops come back up the hill. He saw that one had a burden in front of him. “Oh no.” he said, realizing that she was probably hurt again. He walked around, piecing together his plan. Mihanna suddenly woke to the thumping of the horses hooves. Telibraun tightened his grip around her waist. “Do not try to get away. It is wiser not to do so.” he said, in her ear. Mihanna looked around uneasily. She now realized her wrists were tied, very securely. Then an entire kingdom, old and forgotten, loomed up before them. The horses slowed down to a gallop. Then as if in a dream, a giant castle cast a shadow on them. “This is the fortress of the Mengolion kings of old.” Telibraun said, slowing the troop to a trot “The kingdom of Anirondrá dé Éwrýno.” He said, to her. “Do you know what it means?” he asked, in a whisper. “Yes.” she replied, back over her shoulder. “Shadow of Guard.” she said, looking around. “I have heard stories, but never, did I think I would see it with my own eyes.” Her eyes were all of the sudden fixed on a distant hill. She saw a memory that was from so long ago, it was no more than a dream. Her vision went like this. There was a hill, and a battle was going on. There was a dark headed elf, with a crown on his brow, and a sword in his hand. The men around him, ran towards him, but were too late. He had been shot by three arrows. One in his left shoulder, another in his back, and the last, in his chest. She screamed. The vision suddenly went away, and she gasped for air. “What is it?” Telibraun asked looking down at her. She looked at the hill, then said: “My Father.” she said, in a sad whisper. “He died on that hill, over there.” she said. “I have lived here, ever since the last day you saw me, fifteen years ago.” Telibraun said, remembering the past. “I'm Ragar's close personal friend, so don't try anything.” He said, jerking the hand around her waist. They rode into a courtyard and stopped. Telibraun got off his horse, and pulled Mihanna down to him. She landed on her feet, but then fell to the ground. “I'll carry you.” he said, reaching down to her. “No!” Mihanna yelled pushing him away. “No! I'm not going in there.” Telibraun, was upset, and lost. “What would you rather do?” he said, wonderingly. Mihanna pulled herself up, and looked in his eyes. “I would rather die.” she whispered angrily. “Then I believe I can help you out!” a solder said, pulling out his sword, and coming towards her. She backed up against the horse and covered her head. “Peace, Grendo.” Telibraun said, staying his weapon. The young man walked away. “Well then we'll just push you in!” he said, taking her arm. He and another solder took her arms, and pulled her inside. Mihanna cringed with every painful step. The went up three flights of stairs, and down two hallways. Then they came to a door and stopped. Telibraun leaned forward and knocked on it. The door cracked open. They could see Ragar, on the inside. “Oh!” he said, fully opening the door. “Come in.” they walked in, and Ragar shut the door. Then he walked over to Mihanna. “Well.” he started, walking toward them. She didn't look up, but breathed faster. Her eyes were pointed down, but her head forward. “You put up quite a struggle, and a chase to find you.” he said, lifting her chin. She yanked her head away, but did not say anything. “You may go, and have a brake from babysitting.” Ragar said, to the solder. “But Telibraun,” he added, calling to him. “I want you to wait outside the door. I want a word with the prisoner.” Telibraun left, and did as he was told. Without some one behind her, to hold her up; Mihanna found it impossible to stand. She fell down, but Ragar held her arms. He untied her, while he pulled up a chair, and set her in it. Her eyes followed Ragar, as he circled around her. “I was just making plans to find you, myself.” he said. “You know there is no place you can hide, where I won't find you.” he said in her ear, as he came back around full circle. “You may find this interesting.” he continued, pulling a shiny object out of his vest pocket. Mihanna gasped. “So you have seen it?” he said, handing it to her. Mihanna grabbed it from him, and looked at it in the light. It was a small dagger, with a J on the hilt. She knew that it had to be Jaramiah's. “Have you seen it?” Ragar asked abruptly, taking it, and shoving it back in his vest. “Yes.” Mihanna answered, after thinking, and giving him a side-long glance. “I have seen it.” she said, again. “What if I told you, I had the owner of that dagger?” he asked, looking at her with an eye brow raised. “What are you saying?” The elf asked, but beginning to understand. “Well do you know?” The tall, evil man asked, in a tone that made her angry. “I think I do. But what does that have to do with me?” she asked. “Well I'll tell you.” Ragar paused. He looked at her like, he had just won a battle, and said: “I've got captain Jaramiah.” Mihanna was mad now. She stood to her feet. “What have you done with him!?” she demanded.

Chapter IV:

A Late Night Walk, and The Wreck

Three days passed, and Mihanna never made a sound. Jaramiah worried if she would ever speak again. “Or is she...no, no. I mustn't think that.” he said, clearing the thought from his head. The large heavy door opened, and Ragar, Telibraun, and an elderly man walked in. The older man was a doctor, for he acted like one. Telibraun walked over to Jaramiah's cell, he looked at the wall, but was talking to the captain. He looked at him, at an angle, and asked him, very nicely: “Has she moved at all?” The captain didn't answer. “Please!” he said, getting louder, in a very pleading tone of voice. “If not, then it could be the end for her; Please!” he ended, grabbing the bars of the cell. “No.” he answered, finally, not looking at him. “No. She hasn't. No thanks to you!” he yelled, getting up and walking over to the cell door. “Quiet!” Ragar yelled, turning to them. “And you had better co-operate, or I'll throw you into the icy sea!” he said, pointing at Jaramiah. The captain walked back over to his bed, and sat down, still watching them. Mihanna's cell was opened, and the doctor went in. A few quiet minutes went by, until he came out. “I do not know.” he said, shaking his head. Ragar was desperate. He looked at Jaramiah, and raised an eye brow. “Tell me captain, do you have any experienced with the wounded?” he asked, walking to his cell. “Yes. I do. I use to be a wonderer, there for, I needed to know how to deal with the injured.” Jaramiah said, not looking at him. Ragar walked back to Telibraun. “Free the Captain.” he said, giving him the key. Telibraun, looked confused, then did as he was ordered. “Captain.” Ragar began, as Jaramiah came forward. “If you can wake her, more time to spend with her shall be allowed you.” Jaramiah looked around, thinking. “Well?” Ragar asked, coaxingly. “Fine.” He said. Looking in his eyes. “But not for you; for her.” he said, pushing past him. Ragar was angry, but hid it, (poorly). Jaramiah walked over to her, knelt by her side, and whispered to her: “I hope you here me. I have a plan, and it just might work. But you've got to get up.” It was too quiet for them to here, and Jaramiah continued with his examination. He put his hand on her forehead. “She is cold, very cold.” He said, thinking. Her put his ear to her mouth, and felt a slight bit of warm air on it. “She is breathing. This is good!” he said, getting excited. He took her hand, then touched her forehead. He closed his eyes, and thought a moment. “Do you have any ManJô Bóï Jõn?” he asked, quietly. The doctor shook his head. “No.” he said. “We have no use for it here. Why do you ask?” Jaramiah left her side, and walked over to them. “It is what I used when I was tending to the wounded, when I was traveling. Though, most, only see it as a flower killer; it's healing powers, are immense. Never mind I have some. It may be old, and crumbled, but it's virtue is still there. It might be enough, to undo the harshness, of sleep.” They looked at each other, not knowing what to say. “In other words; When she hit the wall, a series of smaller hits followed. So when she went under, it wouldn't have taken that much to bring her out of it. But, because you have waited so long, it will take something very powerful to wake her now.” Jaramiah looked back at Mihanna, then at them. “I'll need some water, a flask, and a cloth.” he said, counting on his fingers. The doctor looked at Telibraun. “Well, dodn't just stand there boy.” he said. “Go get the young lad what he needs!” Telibraun hurried off, and Ragar was cracking up at the Doctor's remark. The Captain walked back over to her, and sat beside her. He took her hand, and kissed it. Then he ever so gently stroked it, back and forth. Presently, Telibraun returned, with all the Jaramiah had asked for. “Here.” he said, thrusting them into his arms, while he looked angrily in his eyes. He took the things, and went to work again. Jaramiah put some of the water, in the flask, and a little on the cloth. He set the cloth on her head, lifted her head, and poured the drink down her throat, while whispering: “Maili ónî åarníä” Telibraun and the doctor looked at each other. “He said 'Maili needs you'.” Ragar said, knowing a bit of elvish. She swallowed it, but did not move. He waited before giving her more. Then he proceeded. Nothing. “It is as I feared.” He said, standing up. “What?” Ragar asked curiously. “I've tried all I know to do. Only an elf can help her now.” he said, sadly. He walked back over to her, and took the rag, and dabbed her forehead with it. The elf stirred! She opened her eyes! Jaramiah's grip tightened on her hand, and he stroked her face. Mihanna smiled slightly. Ragar watched as she began to talk. “What happened?” she said, in a whisper. “You were thrown against the wall. Remember? You have been asleep for three days. And I have been tending to you. So there is no need to fear.” Jaramiah said, looking in her eyes. Jaramiah untied her hands, and whispered to her, this went on for about five minutes. Ragar gave Jaramiah a sign, saying they needed to go. Jaramiah took Mihanna's hand, and sat down on the bed with her. “You must go. I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already have. So, you must.” Her eyes grew sad. She leaned over and hugged him. Jaramiah was shocked, then he fell into it. He returned the gesture. She had trouble standing at first, but then after Jaramiah helped her up, she was able to move in no time. As she was passing him, she leaned over and whispered in his ear: “I will see you again. And when I do, it will be before a great happening.” She left the room sadly, and watched him as she did. His eyes followed her, as he was locked back in his cell. All was quiet, and once again he was left in the musty room all alone. He wondered what Mihanna meant, by her words. Mihanna was being pulled, and pushed up the stairs. She didn't look at either of them, but they both were scolding her the entire way up. They came to the tower door. Telibraun opened it, and Ragar pushed her in. She almost fell to the floor, but Telibraun caught her. She sat on the bed, and looked down at the floor. Ragar went on and on. Telibraun came over and looked in her eyes. She pulled away from him sadly. “What have I done?” he asked, very sincerely. Mihanna looked up at him, and gave him a DUH Look. “What have you done?!” she started, getting mad. “You, you...” But she didn't finish, she just looked away. She walked over to the window. “I, I, I just wanna go home.” she whispered falling to the floor. She began to cry, and threw her face in her hands. Telibraun actually felt pain, deep in his heart. He walked over, and knelt beside her. “I am sorry for what I have done in the past. But I do wish to know, do you still love me?” He asked, taking her. Mihanna looked up at him, understanding in her eyes. “You betrayed me, and my family. I will not pretend to love some one, I don't. Any love I had for you, is gone, forever.” she said, pulling her hand away, and walking back to the bed. “Did you think I had no idea, that the man I thought I loved was now working for my worst enemy? Well, I do, and I will love you no more!” She said, in a half yelling tone. “Then I will not pretend either. I never really loved you anyway. I was using you, to get the information, the knowledge, I needed, and it worked. You family was easy to persuade. And You would do wise to be the same.” he ended, walking over to the bed. Ragar began to talk now. “Listen carefully.” he started. “I want something, and you had better get it. Or you can say, good bye to your beloved captain!” He said, getting in Mihanna's face. She backed away, then pushed Ragar away from her. He was angrier now, than ever before. “If you touch him, I'll...” she began. “You'll what?” Ragar sneered, knowing she could do nothing. Mihanna knew that she had no choice. Ragar and Telibraun looked at each other, then decided to leave. “I'll be back later. Telibraun.” Ragar said, looking back at him. “Sir.” Telibraun said, walking behind him. “I want you to stay here. Keep an eye on her, don't let her out of your site, watch her like a hawk!” He said, out of breath. Mihanna didn't want anyone to stay with her, as you can imagine. Ragar left and closed, and locked the door. Mihanna laid down on the bed, and rolled on her side. She stared at the wall, until sleep took her. Telibraun; not being able to leave her unguarded; went and sat down in a corner, and there he slept. Late, very late, in the night, it was, when Mihanna woke up. She looked around, then forgetting that Telibraun was there, she gasped, when she saw him. She covered her mouth. He didn't move. She took a deep breath. She crept over to the door, and tried the nob; it was locked. She thought. Then she took out a hair pin, holding up a tress of hair. Mihanna put it in the key hole, and spun it around a couple times. There was a click, and the door fell ajar. “Yes!” she said to herself. She looked at Telibraun, who seemed to be asleep. She pushed on the door, and walked out. But, Telibraun was not asleep, for he quickly got up, and followed her. Mihanna was quiet, very quiet, so quiet that no one but an elf could have heard her sneaking down, the stairs, and to the cellar. She opened the door, this was not that quiet. Jaramiah looked up from his bed, as she came toward him. “I knew it was you.” he said, walking over to the door. “Yes, but I can't stay long. I have a feeling some one knows I'm here.” Mihanna said, taking his hand. “I'm just so glad to see you.” the captain said, stroking her hair. Mihanna gasped. Jaramiah looked at her gravely. “What is it?” he asked. “Now I know, some one knows I'm down here.” she said, touching her throat. “I'm sorry, but we are both in danger, the longer I'm down here.” she said, as he watched her leave. She ran; quietly; up the stairs, and opened the door. There was Ragar, not even three feet in front of her! She had no time to run, for he had tripped her, and closed the door. Before she could get up, or think, Mihanna was pulled, by her good arm, up to Ragar's height. He opened his mouth to speak, but just then there was a loud crashing sound, and they were thrown to the floor. Ragar landed on his back, and Mihanna landed on her side. “This had better not be your doings!” he yelled. He still had a tight hold on her arm. He picked her up, and walk to the door. But they were intercepted by three solders. “We've hit sharp rocks Sir.” one said, with a solute. “Here.” Ragar said, tossing Mihanna to them. She fell amongst them, and they lifted her up. “Take her to a boat, with lots of solders in it, and save a spot for me. Have others, get the boy from the cellar, and gather goods.” he said, taking the special rope, from his belt, and handing it to them. “And tie her with this.” He said, as they left. Mihanna was taken up the stairs, and up to the deck. She was shoved to the ladder, hanging over the side. She went down, and a solder at the bottom, helped her off. When she was in the boat, her wrists were tied, and she was told to sit in the middle of the boat, in the floor. She did this, and found it painfully hard. “Save a spot for the boss!” the man who told her to do this yelled. She looked, and saw Ragar coming down, and behind him; Jaramiah! Ragar got in the boat she was in, and the captain was put in the one behind theirs. Ragar sat right in front of Mihanna, blocking her sight, of Jaramiah. She looked away from him, and rested her head on the seat behind her. After twenty minutes or so, she fell into the power of the rope, and drifted off to sleep. The last thing she heard, was Ragar talking to his men, about food for the morning. Then she fell into uneasy dreams.

Morning dawned even less cheerful than the day before. Ragar gave the word, and Mihanna was freed. She was given a piece of bread, and some of Jaramiah's drink mixture. It was warm, and gave her new strength, not that she could do any thing with it though. The weariness wore off, and she felt more cheerful, if that's what you would call it. She now turned from the piercing eyes of Ragar, and turned to see their direction. She could see far off, if she squinted her eyes, the distant shore of land. There was moving around in the boat, and she felt warm air on the back of her neck. She wheeled around, to see Ragar in her face. “That is Mengolion.” he said, as Mihanna turned back around. “Thither we are going. Ah.” he said, remembering the past. “Long has my life been lived upon it's shores.” “Well my life hasn't, nor do I want it to be!” Mihanna retorted, over her shoulder. “Quiet!” Ragar yelled. “You'll have talk soon enough. More than you'd like, I'll warrant.” Ragar sat right behind her, digging his knees in her back. Mihanna bit her tongue, and held back further comments. That afternoon they stopped for food. Ragar did not eat, he constantly whispered, and occasionally talked to the solders about “When we get to Mengolion”, but never did he eat. Finally, Mihanna couldn't take it any more. She was tired of his snake whispering! She stood up, in the boat, and said. “That's it!” Ragar grabbed her hands, and began to pull her back down. “I'm tired of you!” she yelled, fighting his grip. Jaramiah's boat's occupants were watching with swords drawn, and arrows pointed. Jaramiah knew he had to do something, before Mihanna was hurt again. He took a deep breath, and plunged into the cold water. “Jaramiah!” Mihanna screamed, pulling Ragar's hand away from her mouth. He tied her again, this time, in front of her, and through her back down in the boat. Then they waited for him to give them the sign to shoot. A blur surfaced about four yards away, and called back to Mihanna “I'll be back for you!” Jaramiah yelled, as he swam away. “No!” Ragar yelled, frustrated. “You!” he called. Turning to Mihanna. “This is all your fault! You WILL regret this, oh yes you will!” he continued. “If you don't come back with me; then you don't come back at all!” he said. “Fire at will!” he shouted, and the men shot their arrows. Mihanna watched in horror, as every arrow was spent. She pleaded, and begged them to stop, but no one heard her, for just then the boat tipped over! Ragar grabbed Mihanna as he swam to the surface. She gasped for air, but was pulled back under! Something had her arm, and Ragar let go, as she was dragged away. She was pulled down, and away from the chaos that was behind them. The figure began to surface, and she saw it was Jaramiah! He loosed the bonds that held her, and knotted the rope. Then he looked at it, then threw it far, far away, in the water. Then he grabbed Mihanna's arm, and they swam away.

Chapter III:

Prisoner Forever?

He walked over to her, slowly. “And end all the fun? Now why would I do that?” he said, raising an eye brow. “Plus,” he added, now standing right behind her “I really fancy our meetings.” he ended. Mihanna turned, and gave him a look of disgust. “How dare you.” she said, very plainly. There was silence, for a moment. She looked from them to the door, twice, then bolted for it. Telibraun slammed the door, just as she reached it. He grabbed her arm; the wounded one; and she cried out in pain. He let go, and she fell to the floor, holding her arm. Ragar knelt down to her, on one knee, put a hand on her, then said: “Now, if you swear not to pull a stunt like you just did, then you may walk on your own.” he continued, “But one mistake, and you walk surrounded by my soldier, and you hands tied. Do we have an agreement?” he asked, extending his hand.

Mihanna looked up at him, still holding her arm. She thought, then reluctantly, agreed to this arrangement. “Fine.” she said, not taking his hand, but grabbing the wall, to help herself up. She remembered something, then turned to Telibraun and asked: “Where is Captain Jaramiah?” Telibraun looked at Ragar, then back at her. She looked from one to the other. “Where is he?!” she demanded, her face growing angry. Ragar gave a sign to Telibraun, then he said: “The princess may see him, if she so wishes.” She wondered what condition the Captain was in. “I do.” she plainly said.

Telibraun led her out, and down the staircase. He lead her down many flights, and halls, then they came to a metal door. It was so heavy, it took him and another man to pen it. She entered, and it was dark, the only light was a small lamp, latched to one side of the room. They were in a room at the bottom of the ship, which had no windows. The air was still, stiff, and misty. It smelled of sweat. She looked around, all the cells were empty, except one, Jaramiah was in it! She ran to him, as he called her name.

“I was so worried about you.” he began, taking her hand. “I'm sorry.” he continued, looking at her arm, and the bandage. “I should've been there to protect you. I promised you.” she looked at him, a smile showing up slightly. “Promises were meant to be broken.” she said, a light in her eyes. Then, Telibraun walked up, and grabbed her hand, and rested his head on her shoulder. Jaramiah, was angry. “Oh.” Mihanna said, realizing she had forgot something. “This is Telibraun. He is a friend, Well, more than a friend really. You see, Telibr-” but her sentence was cut short. The guard told her, her time was up, and that she must go now. “Come Mihanna, you shouldn't be down here anyway.” Telibraun said, pulling her away.

“Jaramiah,” she began, as Telibraun pulled her away. “I, I'll see you again.” She said, as she was leaving. Jaramiah kissed her hand, as she left, as was the custom. And was left in the cold dark room, alone.

She walked up with Telibraun, who was getting farther, and farther away from her. For he was sure footed, and sturdy, and the steps were steep. There were five solders behind her, and she thought of a plan. “If I go,” she thought to herself. “I risk getting asked questions, until I'm sick. But if I run, I risk getting caught, and that would be terrible.” Mihanna concluded. She looked out of the corner of her eyes, then Ragar, at the top of the stairs, came to her view. She took a deep breath, then turned and bolted in the opposite direction. She ran, hearing the curses of the men behind her. She came to a fork in the hall. She was torn; save Jaramiah; save herself.

Mihanna ran down the right, for Jaramiah was down the left, she would hide, then save him. She came to a door, a dead end! She pushed on the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge! She gave it one last push, seeing the men coming on her quickly. The door cracked! She just managed to squeeze in and close it, just as they got to the door. The room was dark, and she couldn't see anything. She cautiously took a few steps, then bumped into something. It was tall, and hard. It moved! She now realized it was a person. There was an arm shot out to nab her, but she backed away quickly.

Luckily it was so dark, so she could hide. Mihanna hid behind a desk, she thought it was, and the Man, for she saw it was, lit a match. The room was soon lit up, and all was seen. Mihanna saw to her horror, the room was almost completely filled with solders! She had no where to run, she was trapped. They began to close in around her, backing her up again the wall. She didn't fight this time, knowing that she wouldn't win, and just waist her energy. It was time to give up, and except the consequence, no matter how bad it was. One of them, the one she bumped into, reached out and grabbed her good arm. She could really do nothing now, her bad arm, was of no use to her. She was still as he, and another, tied her hands. It was unbearably tight, and she could think of no way to get out of it, without making it any worse. “Maybe this will teach you.” he said, finishing. “Prob'ly not, but---Walk!” he said abruptly, pushing Mihanna forward, toward the door. She walked forward, her face downward, until they came to the end of the hall, and saw Ragar coming toward them. “Well, I see our little agreement has been broken.” he said, taking Mihanna's arm, roughly, and pulling her away. “I will take it from here, Gentlemen.” he said, while backing up. “And thank you for the help.” He took her up the steps, then, seeing Telibraun, shoved her over to him. He put an arm behind her, and pulled her gently along, behind Ragar. “Why?” he asked, in a whisper. “I had to try.” she whispered back to him, over her shoulder. He took them up, and up, until they came to a door, and Ragar opened it. “Take her in. I want to speak with her.” Telibraun pulled her in, and strapped her to a chain link, hanging from the ceiling. Her bonds were removed, and she was locked in; her hand hanging above her. Telibraun left, and closed, and locked the door. Mihanna just wished He would leave. Ragar seemed to be thinking, then he looked up at her. “I'm not leaving until I know why you did it!” He said, almost as if he read her mind. She didn't answer. He asked: “Why!?” Mihanna still said nothing. “Well?” he said, growing impatient. “Mìenéã yûríeã!” she yelled, forgetting her tongue. “You don't know?” He asked knowing a bit of elvish, himself. “Well I do.” Mihanna forgot her pain, and looked up at him, in disbelief. “You do?!” she asked, letting her head fall. Ragar came closer to her, and raised an eye brow. “But of course.” he said, putting his hand under her chin, and lifting it up, forcing her to look up at him. She yanked her head away from him, making him angry. “And your not leaving, until I hear you admit it, yourself!” he yelled. “Perhaps.” Mihanna answered slyly. “But, then again...” she retorted, as she unlocked the cuffs that held her! Ragar was amazed by this, and his mouth dropped open. Mihanna was free! “How did you-” but Ragar was cut off, for she let her hands fall down beside her, then opened her hand. Inside was the key Telibraun had closed the cuffs with! “Your men are easy to escape.” she said. “And you are no better!” she yelled. Ragar was shocked. He had never seen her so enraged before. “Absolutely brilliant!” Ragar said, walking to her, and taking her good arm. “That was splendid! I never saw that coming! And you did it all yourself.” she pulled her arm away from him, and backed away. “What are trying to do?” she asked, looking in his eyes. “I'm not an idiot! But I'm not so sure about you.” she quickly added. Just then Telibraun burst through the doors, and Mihanna seized the opportunity. “Sir!” he said, out of breath. Mihanna ran out in front of him, and out of the room, knocking him to the door frame. “Well, I came to tell you that the key was gone, but apparently you have already figured that out.” he said, being rather comedic. “After her!!” he yelled, running down the staircase. Mihanna was already long gone. This time, she would free Jaramiah, then run! She ran toward his cellar bedroom, then opened the door, painfully. She ran in, and looked around. She ran to his cell, calling his name. “Mihanna!” the poor captain said, getting up from his bed, and walking over to the cell door. “I heard his words, and your screams. I was worried about you.” he said, Mihanna looked in his eyes, and they stared at each other. Jaramiah was the first to look away. Mihanna got out the key, and tried the lock. It wouldn't open! Mihanna was at a loss. “I will get you out!” she said, taking his hand. The door burst open, and Ragar with about two dozen solders, poured in! “Get her!!!” He yelled, and they charged for her. She held on to Jaramiah's hand, as they pulled her away. She was knocked up against the wall, and fell unconscious. Telibraun caught her, as she fell to the ground. “No!” the captain yelled, as he carried her away. “Now!” Ragar yelled, talking to his men. “If she wishes to run like a prisoner, she'll be treated like one! Throw her in a cell, and tie her with this.” he said, taking out of his belt pouch, a thin rope. Jaramiah immediately knew what it was. It was a special kind of material, that would leave even the strongest elf, defenseless. “No!” he yelled again. “Oh, stop it lover boy!” Ragar sneered. Telibraun held her, as another tied her. Then he laid Mihanna down on a bed, in a cell, and closed the door. Ragar locked it, and put the key in his shirt pocket. Jaramiah found it strange that a friend of Mihanna's would let all that stuff happen to her. They left the room, and all was quiet. “Mihanna?” the captain whispered. No answer came from the other cell.

Chapter II: A Kidnapped Princess

“Umm, I know that.” Jaramiah said, thinking. “No!” Mindolean yelled, stamping her foot. “That's not all.” she continued. “Then what is it?” he asked patiently. “I am never supposed to tell any one. But, I would like to tell you.” she said, tearing up. The confused captain got up and walked over to her. “You can tell me.” he said, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I know.” Mindolean whispered, finding no voice. “I want to. I am just,” she looked away, then back to him. “I am afraid.” she finished, a lump in her throat.

“Don't be.” he whispered back, taking her hand. “For starters, my name is not Mindolean.” she began, looking in his eyes, waiting for an angry look. “My name is Mihanna. And I was heading for Arnoria to get troops for the battle my people are preparing for.” she said. Looking up at him. He looked down at her, very sincerely. “Is that all? All you had to do was tell me. There was no need to fear me.” he said. “There is one more thing.” Mihanna said, taking her hand out of his, and walking over to the bed. She sat down, and put her hand on the bed, beside her. He walked over, and sat beside her. “I'm a princess, I will be a queen in four years. Queen of the Teurguein elves, and I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again.” He looked astounded. He got up, and said, as he walked to the door: “This is allot to swallow. I...” but he left, and Mihanna felt sad, and lonely. She felt strange. She had never felt this feeling before. She felt sorry, and wanted him to return. Something caught her eye out the window. She looked over to it, and saw a ship barely visible to her eyes. It appeared to be turning in their direction, and this looked suspicious. She decided she had better tell the captain. She opened the door, and went tot his room. She knocked quietly, then waited. “Enter.” a muffled voice, from inside said. She went in, and saw he was in deep thought. She cleared her throat, then began. “If the Princess, you really are, I will take you back to Maili.” He said. “I have been searching for now on three weeks. When you did not show up at Arnoria, for the solders, we were in fear for you. So they summoned me, and, you can fairly well, guess the rest.” “Yes.” Mihanna said, thinking. “Sir.” she continued, remembering her original purpose for talking to him. “There is a ship approaching.” Mihanna said. He looked up at her, then went over to the window. “I see nothing.” he said, looking back at her. “Well, only my eyes can see it, until it comes closer, but then it would be too late to turn, or act.” she continued. “I see.” the young man continued, turning to her. “You do?” Mihanna asked shockingly. “No.” he replied, firmly. “I don't see it, but I do see your point by telling me.” he stated. “I will command the crew, you, get some where safe, since you are royalty. I guess now, you are my duty. I promise, I will protect you.” Captain Jaramiah said, as he left the room, speedily. Mihanna didn't want to hide; she wanted to be in the action. She followed him, up to the deck, the ship was within sight now, and the crew were all abroad. She hid behind the Main Mast, which is the first Mast, when you come out of the lower ship. It holds up the Main Sail. She watched as he ordered his crew, and she was amazed at how well they followed him. “They are going to fire at us Sir!” one of the men, on the High Mast shouted. Jaramiah looked around, then saw cannons being readied, on the approaching ship. Mihanna slowly went out of her hiding place, and looked at all the incredible things to see. The sun was beautiful, and the wind swept her hair about her. There was shouting, then a horrendous BOOM! The crew shot down to the deck, but Mihanna didn't see or hear, the cannon ball coming strait for her! The Captain got up, ran to her, and knocked her to the ground, before it hit. Jaramiah was on top of her, pinning her to the deck floor. She looked up at him. “You saved my life; again.” he nodded slightly. “Well, you are in danger up here. And I told you to stay down there!” he said, his voice growing stern. He helped her up, then pushed her back down the steps to the Gallery deck, which is where all the cabins are. She went down, reluctantly, and went back to her room. She heard yelling, and shouting, then silence. Mihanna heard nothing, then there was a loud Crash! She guessed that the ships had collided. The ship was shaking, and she was tossed around. The sound of colliding swords, she heard, and feared for the Captain. “I wish I could help him, but by making myself visible, I endanger myself, and those around me.” she said. But her mind was made up, she left the room. She was walking down the hall, to the deck, when a door opened behind her. She turned, and saw men cautiously entering. She ran as quietly as she could, though there was water, ankle high. She started running, the men had seen her turn the corner though. “There!” one yelled, then the case was on. Mihanna sped down a hall, then turned her head, to see if they were close behind. She saw they were about four yards from her, but as soon as her head turned around, she was pulled to the side, her mouth covered, and some one had her hands. She was pulled to the ground, and she saw the other solders pass by. She thought that the man holding her was Jaramiah. She was taken to her feet, but not let go of! She was being taken, in the opposite direction, of the way she wanted to go! She now began to struggle, and fight. She was held firmly, by three men, as far as she could tell. They took her up to the Main Deck, and began to take her to the side, where a ladder was hanging down. She had realized, that these men were not the Captain's! They were either Pirates, or Ragar's men. Pirates seamed out of reason. For they didn't smell, or act like Pirates. A Pirate would have picked her up, with brute strength, and carried her off. Then, when the thought passed from her mind, one of them began to speak. “Let's sink this rat hole!” the one who held her arms said. “No.” the one who was pulling her stated. “'e gotta find the big guy, ya know, the Captain!” he said. “'e's the one that Ragar wants! Once we find him, 'e'll go.” he finished. When Mihanna heard that name, she struggled more than ever. She felt something behind her. Suddenly, they fell to the ground, no one knew what had happened. It was Jaramiah! He knocked them down, then took Mihanna's hand, and ran toward another ladder hanging down on the opposite side. Men ran up behind them, and Jaramiah took out his sword. He killed those nearest to them, and the others turned, and fled. “Incredible.” Mihanna said, in her amazement. “You are a Hero.” she said. “Well...” but he didn't finish, a bow was pointed at them, by the man who had her mouth, and they froze. Mihanna knew that if he could, he would take the hit. The arrow was loosed, and let go. Mihanna jumped in front of the Captain, and took the shot! She fell to the deck in pain, the arrow had only scraped her arm, but the gash was deep. It was about two inches above her elbow. She held her arm, and tried to stand, but she fell, and Jaramiah held her. “Now,” The one who held her arms said, pulling out his sword. “give her to us, or he'll shoot again.” The first one fitted another arrow to the string, then pointed it at them. “No!” Mihanna yelled, in her pain. “Don't do it. They cannot shoot me, they don't have the heart! Plus, if they did, their boss would have their heads!” she said, Jaramiah looked at her, and felt her pain, he couldn't give her up. “They did it once, I'm sure they can again!” He said, holding his collar. Mihanna fell to the deck, pulling him down with her. “Yes, wise boy. He is correct. Now, come, let us have her.” he said, extending his hand to Mihanna. “Don't leave me.” Jaramiah said, before she went under. “I won't leave you forever, just for the present. We will see each other again.” she said. Her eyes closed, and she saw no more. Jaramiah fell to his knees, and picked her up. Then gave her up, and surrendered. He didn't want to give up without a fight, but he did it for her, and he was being taken in her direction. Plus he could see that she was not being hurt, any more than she already was, that is! She was taken to a ship, and her wound was tended to. Jaramiah on the other hand; was taken to the Cellar, the prison, in a ship, and left there; alone.

Two days later, Ragar and Telibraun were in a room, in which Mihanna was laying in. Her wound was tended to, and bandaged, and she had been sleeping ever since. Telibraun, was a man of sturdy build, and was strong willed. He could get his way by force, if he had a mind to. Mihanna turned, and moved her lips, as if talking to some one. Ragar was lean, abnormally tall, sharp eyed, eared and of strong stature. Telibraun was a 234 year old man, that had shoulder length, Blond hair, Hazel eyes, and was quite handsome. Ragar had dark Green eyes, dark Brown, almost Black hair, and looked young for his age. Telibraun took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. He, and they were waiting for Mihanna to wake up. Ragar walked over to her, and sat on the bed beside her. He moved the few strands of hair out of her face, and looked curiously at her.

Her face grew dark, and she looked distressed. “She feels your presence.” The young man said, opening his eyes finally. Ragar looked at her still, and she didn't move at all now. Telibraun spoke again. “She feels the presence of evil; you.” “I can't help but wonder, what's going on inside her head.” He said thinking. “Let me know if she awakens.” he finished, walking to the door, but Telibraun stopped him, for she indeed was waking. They walked over to a study table, and hid themselves. Mihanna opened her eyes, and looked up. She began to get up, but her arm swelled, and she remembered the pain. She reached over and felt her wound; it was cold, and hard. Telibraun went out of hiding, and walked over to her. She looked up at him, in disbelief. “I'm really here. You know me.” he said, walking closer to her. “It's me, Telibraun.” he continued, extending his arm to her. She took it, and stood, looking in his eyes. “But, I, I thought, they got rid of you.” Mihanna said. Telibraun looked down at her, sincerely, and said: “No. They didn't.” Words were gone from her, and she was lost in the Blue-Green sea, of his eyes. “How are you my dear? I haven't seen you in almost fifteen years.” “I, I, don'-” she began. “That's alright.” he cut in. “You don't need to say anything. Just come to me, and tell me you missed me.” She walked over to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “I did.” she whispered, almost crying. Seeing the time was adequate, Ragar now approached them. The elf felt something getting closer behind her, and slowly turned. Ragar came slowly up, and Mihanna slowly backed away, giving him a look of hatred. “Why don't you have your soldiers shoot me with a poisoned arrow net time, and end all my trouble with you.” She said walking to the window, and folding her arms.

Chapter I:

The Beginning Journey

One sunny morning, Princess Mihanna; an elf of high quality, and wits; boarded the Maroan, for Arnoria. She was going there, to gather more troops to fight, in the battle against Ragar. Before I continue on with the story, I want to talk about Mihanna's attire. OK? Good! Mihanna wore a light blue, close-fitting, three-quarter sleeve dress, with a wide open back. Then, under that, she wore a close fitting, solid white dress, that covered the open space on her back. The blue dress, had tassels, in the back, that fastened across, and made it a little more interesting. For her feet, she wore, a pair of shin-high, mauve-brown boots. OK, now let's get back to story! The voyage went smoothly until, on the third night of her trip, it was dark, and the winds were howling, and the rain was so thick, you could barely see your own hand, three inches in front of your face! Because of the weather, and the lack of sight, the ship crashed into jagged rocks, and began to sink.

Without hearing the screams of the others on board, Mihanna would not have made it out alive! She woke from the yells of those on deck, and ran up to see the trouble; but when she stepped out of the bed, there was no need for an explanation; the floor was beginning to be filled with water! She ran, carefully, to the deck, and looked around. There were screaming people every where, and almost immediately, a man signaled to her to get in a boat. She didn't feel comfortable, and had the circumstances been different, she would have not done it. But the situation was not, and she had no other choice.

She climbed in with him. There were fifteen boats, and each had a capacity, of five. The man did not wait for others to get in, if he did, it would have taken all night, because of all the commotion, the people were making, in their panic. Anyway, only eight of the fifteen boats made it out safely, and with every terrified scream; of those still left on the sinking boat; Mihanna shivered. The night wore on, they went on for four days, and still, there was no land in sight, even with her excellent eyes. Still they went on, and they had nothing with them, no food; no water; no rest.

When the sun rose on the fifth day, Mihanna resisted the need to sleep, as they continued, but she was beginning to feel tired. She looked at the man intently, before making her final decision. Then, leaning against the front of the rear seat, and with one last glance, she closed her eyes, and went to sleep. When she awoke, the boat was empty, and the waters were calm; too calm. She looked around intently, listening; waiting; watching; but there was nothing to hear, wait for, or watch for, all was quiet. She did not know what to think of the missing man, but after waiting, close to a half hour, she decided, to continue. She traveled for two more days, still no sight of land.

Just as Mihanna was beginning to understand what had become of her companion, the thirst, the hunger, and lack of rest made her feel very strange; a strangeness that she had never felt before; the feeling of dehydration. The sun beet down on her, and she became very weary. She looked around, thinking that no one would be there to find her, or if some one did, that it would be to late. She looked around, but said; not to anyone in particular; “Help.....me..........please....” and that was all she said, before she fell under the dark, warmth, of sleep.

When Mihanna awoke; two days later; She was in a bed, and two men were standing near her, watching her intently. The first was a captain, tall, handsome, strong, and brave. The other was a doctor, or something of that type, for he had his hand on her forehead, and had his eyes closed, thinking. “I don't know what to think of it.” he said, looking at the captain, then back to her. “If you hadn't have saved her......” here he paused, and looked at the captain again.

“I've done all I can do.” he continued. “Just keep an eye on her, you know, check on her every now and again.” is the last thing he said before leaving the room. The captain looked at her, very thoughtfully. His thoughts probably were: “How did she get to be out here?”, or maybe: “Why did she come alone?”. I can't tell you exactly, because I don't know, I'm not in his head! OK, back to the story! The captain was just starting to leave, when the young girl on the bed stirred!

He looked back at her, as she sat up. Mihanna looked around, wondering what had happened to her, and where she was now. She sat up and looked around the room. The captain cleared his throat, trying to get her attention. Startled, she looked at him. Then, she tried to run from the bed, to the door, but didn't even get two steps before she fell! Luckily, the captain caught her, and slightly chuckled to himself. As you can probably guess, he already had feelings for her.

She gazed into his eyes, (not the way you think), and studied his face.

He held her up and looked at her, curiously. She stood up, but had to be helped back to the bed. “You would do well, to save your strength, My Lady.” He said, letting her go, after she sat on the bed. She blushed and put her hair behind her ears. When he saw them, he immediately let her go, for he saw they were very pointed! He stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

She soon realized her mistake; she had shown her pointed ears; but it was too late now, to do anything about it. Mihanna looked around the room, it was very bare, as far as furnishes go. A few various scattered paintings, a bed, a circular mirror, a small wooden bedside table, and three paintings, were the total amount of articles in the room. It was a quarter 'till one, when Mihanna became hungry.

“I'll find him, and...” she thought. (by him; she meant the captain.) “...and what?” she asked herself, wonderingly. She sat back on the bed. “And, just tell him the truth? No.....I..I don't know him, or this ship, in case I need to run. Face it.” she said, coming to a conclusion. “Theres nothing...you can do. What's done is done. No going back now.” she surmised, finally. Mihanna ultimately wanted to see him, even though she wouldn't admit it to any one else, (only me!)

She finally decided she had better find food, or the captain. She opened the door, cautiously, then walked down the hall. She thought she was going toward the deck, but after going up a staircase, she saw that it was not so. It lead to a corridor which had many more cabins, all the doors, were of Oak, except one, it was Mahogany, and it writings of

“-*Master Cabin*- CAPTAIN J*-”

Mihanna looked around, wearily, then opened the heavy door. There were various paintings of elves, soldiers, and other strange creatures. She saw maps on nearby reading table, she looked over, and studied the coordinates on them. Just as she was recognizing the ship's direction, the door slowly opened, and the captain looked at her, curiously.

“I bit snoopish, for a first-time guest on my ship.” He said, smiling slightly. Mihanna didn't know what to say, if she was to say anything at all. He walked over to her, and knelt down on one knee. “I am Jaramiah, of Gillion, son of Leamiah. And I am Captain of this vessel. What be your name, My Lady?” He asked, taking her hand, and looking at her charmingly. Mihanna blushed. “Mindolean.” She answered, purposefully not giving him her real name. “Well, if you are to stay on my ship, you must be aware of some rules first.” Jaramiah continued. “The first is: Never come in here; unless I summon you; again. Second: Don't go up to the deck, if you are spotted on my ship, we might be attacked. And Lastly: You-” “That sounds like allot of No's to me.” Mihan- oops! I mean “Mindolean”, interrupted. “I was going to say,” Jaramiah said, after a pause. “that if you get hungry; the kitchen is down that hall there.” he finished, walking over to the doorway, and pointing to a hall at the end of it. “Just tell them that I sent you.” he added.

“But,” Mindolean stuttered. “Won't they be upset that I'm, an Elf?” She asked, feeling out-of-place. “They know, that as long as you are on my ship, with my leave, you are welcome anywhere.” Jaramiah reassured her, with a delightful smile. “I suppose you want more rest. But I will wake you at dinner.” He said. “When we saw you in the boat, we thought it would be too late. But, elves; they truly are remarkable creatures.” he added. Mindolean smiled, blushing.

She left the room, her dress brushing up against him as she passed.

Jaramiah smiled, the thought a moment. Then he ran after her. When he approached her, he grabbed her hand, and asked her why she was out there, all alone. And why she was even out there at all, without any provisions. “I was on my way to Arnoria.” Mindolean replied, after several minutes of silence. “I was going there to, see...some one.” she said, still thinking. “I was not alone, when I set out, But my companion; he disappeared. I don't know what happened to him.” She said, finally. “The ship I was in, crashed into jagged rocks, and only some made it out alive. The ones that did get out, went in different directions.

We were left on our own. I went on for several days, but I was too weak to go any further, I guess.” Mindolean said, getting teary. Jaramiah took her back to her room. “This will be your's, as long as you need.” He said. Mindolean thanked him, and watched him as he left the room. She looked out the bed-side window, and saw a ship, far, far in the distance. It was almost too far for her eyes to see. It was coming from the direction of Arnoria. She wondered if it was the ship carrying her soldiers. She closed her eyes, and after a few minutes, was asleep. It seemed she had only been asleep few moments; when it had really been two and a half hours; when she woke to Jaramiah gently shaking her.

“Supper time.” he said, extending his arm down to her, to help her up. “You must be starving. You haven't eaten in.. almost a week and a half.” he continued, walking out of the room. “Not really.” she answered, following. “Elves can last up to two weeks without food, but only one without water.” she ended, as they reached the top of the staircase, to the 'Cabin Hall'. “Well, supper will be served shortly. I just go early, to get a good view of what is being served.” Jaramiah teased, as they came to the door.

They walked into the kitchen, and Mindolean felt out-of-place, just as she thought she would. All the crew stared at her, and she felt like she didn't belong. Jaramiah put his arm around her shoulders, and they walked through. When Supper was being set on the long table, she sat down, next to him, and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply, and Jaramiah looked inquisitively at her. “It will be alright.” he said, putting his hand on hers. She took her hand out from under his, and put them in her lap. A bell was rung, when the food was all set out, and the crew began to pile in. She didn't make eye contact, and kept her head down.

When they began to eat, Mindolean first refused, but decided not to make any harder on herself than need be, by rejecting their food. She began to eat, but when all had gotten their food, Jaramiah stood up, and began to make an announcement. “Men, I have an announcement.” he began. (Duh!) “This is Lady Mindolean. She will be with us for a while an-” but Mindolean had pulled him out before he could finish. “Come!” she said, pulling him a way. He followed her to her room, and closed the door. “I'm not who you think I am.” Jaramiah glanced from the window to her, then looked confused as she said her last part. “Captain,” she said getting upset. “I'm an elf!”