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In the Land of Arborea	By : Sweetsong22 Category: +S through Z > Tera Online Views: 6239 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lycineus: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_HF3V0x7rc
Suelia: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjkTRO7Pi54&feature=youtu.be

Chapter 5
          Grannger roared his release before shooting large, slimy, wads of milky semen between Tristtan's open lips. He squeezed his cock head several times to extricate every last drop. There was a euphoric look on his grizzled face as he gazed down at his handiwork. Tristtan lay on the earthen floor with those gorgeous pink lips parted, when he realized nothing more was forthcoming of Grannger's cock, he closed those lips and visibly swallowed. The human soldier guffawed, thrilled by the recent change in their young captive. Ulrikk had successfully broken him. The pit seemed to work every time, that is for those who managed to survive it. Grannger noted when Bartram moved between the boy's open legs and immediately began to fuck him.
          Bartram slowed his movements before glancing at the mess Grannger had made on the High Elf's lovely face. Semen trailed down his chin to pool in the dip of his neck.   "Early this morning I actually took a piss in his mouth, and he drank it all." The Amani chuckled deviously. "I think he didn't notice until after that it was something other than come. You should try it."
          Grannger seemed fascinated by the idea. "I will the next time I need to go!"
          Bartram now concentrated on fucking the boy as he grabbed Tristtan's hips and raised them to his crotch level. He pounded away fiercely reveling in the out of breath sounds the youth was making. His monster cock still made the High Elf bleed, but not nearly as much as their first coming together. After pummeling away at him for several minutes, he immediately flipped Tristtan over and re-entered him again almost instantly. He noted when the youth swayed heavily to the left due to his thrusts. Kneeling on all fours was no longer applicable to the young man with a missing left arm. It didn't turn Bartram off the fact that he was fucking someone who had been purposefully handicapped, in fact it did just the opposite and turned him on even more.
          Tristtan had been in a self-imposed daze for most of the morning. It was almost an out of body experience as several soldiers came and went, taking their fill of him. He'd lost count after the third man he'd serviced, as dozens more kept coming at him. His body was sore and bruised with the obvious tell tale marks of rough handling during sex, however other than his missing arm he had not been beaten or tortured further. It was day number three of his capture, and all the fight in him had been literally extinguished. All he'd wanted was for Luceus to see him as a soldier, to respect him for what he could do. But he'd only ended up proving the General's suspicions correct. He was not cut out to be a soldier. If he managed to survive this nightmare, then perhaps it was time to leave the army and return home to Allemantheia. His parents would approve at least. A part of him feared that Luceus would no longer want him after he learned of the depravities Tristtan had succumbed to.
          Suddenly, one particular fierce thrust of the Amani's hips knocked Tristtan onto the ground. He simply couldn't retain his balance properly with one arm. He soon raised his head, spitting dirt from his lips as he felt Bartram's clawed hands grip his waist fiercely as he no doubt neared his release.
          Grannger who had been watching his fellow soldier fuck the boy with obvious interest noticed when Tristtan lost his balance. "I was gonna say this is where the whore belongs on all fours. But in his case, it's on all three!" He chuckled loudly.
          Bartram managed to laugh with Grannger as the boy's slick ass contracted around his thrusting dick in just the right way, which soon sent him over the edge. After removing his cock from Tristtan's stretched hole, he noticed as the combination of blood and semen made a pink trail down pale, slender legs. Bartram adjusted his clothing to once again cover his cock before rising to his feet, he stretched to his fullest height. "I'm hungry, let's grab some breakfast." He said to Grannger. It didn't bother them that Tristtan had not been given anything to eat besides water since he'd arrived. At first it had been a form of torture to deny him food but now that he'd become submissive it was no longer necessary. Bartram decided he'd bring the boy a few of his leftovers once he was finished. And then he would fuck him again while he was there. Yes, this little vacation Ulrikk had taken his personal unit of soldiers on was turning out to be fantastic indeed.
          From the outskirts of the camp, Jafton eyed the naked High Elf as he lay face down on the cold ground after Bartram had finished with him. He knew the boy was injured again and could see the vein of blood between his thighs even at this distance. However, unless Ulrikk ordered him to heal the prisoner then he was to stay away from him. Normally Jafton could separate his conscience from his work, but there was something about the mistreatment of this young man that rubbed him the wrong way. Jafton knew that his services would not be required that morning, so very slowly he made his way into the woods for privacy. He needed some advice, and knew there was one person who would steer him in the right direction.
OOO
          Lycineus Magelus stood in the large conference tent with several of his men-at-arms located not far from the Argon frontline. They were discussing battle strategy when Suelia, one of the soldier grunts entered the meeting unannounced. Lycineus knew the female Amani was a good soldier and rarely ever stepped out of line, therefore he couldn't understand what could be so important that she'd risk being reprimanded by barging in on their meeting.
          "Commander Magelus, there is something I must discuss with you post haste," Suelia stated.
          "Can it not wait?" Lycineus wanted to know.
          Suelia shook her head. "I'm afraid not sir, it concerns your brother."
          "Then it can wait." Lycineus once again lowered his gaze to the strategy maps laid out on the large wooden table before them. He'd been at this post for five years, and hadn't seen or spoken to Luceus for four of those years and he could go another four as far as he was concerned.
          "It's a matter of importance to the Federation." Suelia realized she should have said that in the first place knowing that there was bad blood between the Magelus brothers. They were the last of the Magelus line with their father and mother both gone to the afterlife, yet they could not embrace each other as loving family members should.
          Lycineus sighed loudly before pinning his golden stare on Suelia. She was at least a full head taller than him considering she was an Amani, yet his sharp gaze managed to turn that height into a disadvantage. He stared at her for a full thirty seconds before returning his gaze to the men present. "I'll return in five minutes." He then strode from behind the table and exited the tent.
          Morning had just broken on the horizon and it promised to be a beautiful day. A beautiful day for more bloodshed that seemed never ending only a few miles away from the camp. Lycineus strode towards the outskirts of the two hundred or so tents the camp was comprised of without stopping to see if Suelia was following. He knew she was, even if he couldn't hear her hoofed footfalls behind him, he also knew that wasting his time was not something his people were known for. When he finally stopped and turned around, he crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded her with a bored expression on his face. He respected all those that worked for him, but mention of his brother never failed to put him in a bad mood. Not after Luceus had betrayed him in the worst way four years ago. It still hurt to this day to think about it, which was why he'd planned to distance himself from any matters concerning his brother as much as possible. Yet now, here he was reneging on those plans.
          "I'm sorry for this sir, therefore I'll get right to the point," Suelia stated with an apologetic look on her face.
          "I would expect nothing otherwise, Sergeant," He curtly replied.
          "I'm not certain if you're aware that General Magelus is involved in a search for one of his soldiers." She didn't wait for him to acknowledge one way or the other before continuing. If Lycineus didn't know about the search, she didn't want the conversation to become anymore awkward than it was already. "I may have information as to the whereabouts of this soldier."
          "You may? Either you do know where he is or you don't, so which is it?" News did trickle in from the Federation headquarters and Lycineus knew that even the High Elven council were involved with the search for this archer. He imagined the missing soldier was some sort of aristocrat playing soldier, or else such a great deal would not have been made of the situation. Although he'd been curious as to why Luceus was personally leading the search. But further digging revealed that the High Elf they were looking for, was also Luceus' lover. Lycineus' interest in the entire situation had ended right there. The last thing he wanted was to get involved in Luceus' love life, when he wanted to have nothing to do with his brother at all.
          "This information was sent to me from someone who is at great risk of personal injury for revealing it," Suelia explained.
          Lycineus sighed before pursing his full lips together he pinned her with his expressive golden gaze. "And you want to know if this person will be safe from repercussions before you tell me what he knows," he surmised.
          Suelia nodded feeling even worse about the entire situation. She was distracted by the large necklace the Commander wore around his neck which glinted in the sunlight causing her to squint. It was reminiscent of a dog collar, with a sunlight pendant, but a chain-like necklace also hung below it. His accessories complimented his attire, which consisted of a tan colored long vest that lay open revealing rock-hard abs. Earthen colored leather pants including matching gloves that flowed to his upper arms complimented the rest of his outfit, which was completed by a pair of dark colored boots. Lycineus was very handsome and aside from his darkly tanned skin tone, he possessed ebony hair and a pair of dark bronzed horns. In fact, all men of the Magelus line were known to be extremely attractive. Even the late Winstone Magelus had still been a fox in his prime when he'd fallen in battle.
          "I give my word that he will be granted immunity, now for the love of the Titans, tell me the information."
          "Corporal Tristtan Stanhope is being held in the Zodiac Woods on the east coast of Shara. Jafton, my mate is the one who informed me of this. He's a Baraka mystic that works for General Ulrikk."
          Lycineus scoffed as realization soon dawned on him. He knew Ulrikk had been trying to oust Luceus for years, and may have found the perfect situation to accomplish that. Although there was no love lost between Lycineus and Luceus, he couldn't allow that philandering General to rid the world of his brother, who had done more for Valkyon than Ulrikk ever would. However, he could still be altogether miffed that Luceus had managed to trap himself in this situation.
          "How certain are you of this information?" Lycineus wanted to know.
          "One hundred percent certain, Jafton would not lie to me," Suelia stated.
          "Alright, I'll take it from here." He was about to prepare to leave but stopped short briefly. "You did well to bring this to my attention." He noticed when the Amani beamed at his praise before he strode off. He hadn't spoken to Rosalinda in years, but was almost certain that she would be travelling in Luceus' party. If he was to get a message to his brother post haste, it would be through her. Being a powerful mystic himself, it was only a matter of simple preparation to dispatch a quick message to another of the healing profession. While Lycineus was not close enough to offer personal assistance, the exact coordinates of the missing High Elf's whereabouts would turn the tide for the rescue team irrevocably. And there was one more thing to come out of this, Luceus would owe him one which meant that one day, Lycineus would be able to call in that favor. It was opportunity he did not intend to pass up.
OOO
          The flock of Pegasus' were in mid flight when Rosalinda signaled that she needed to land. Traviis and Luceus escorted her to a nearby rocky bluff that was large enough for all three horses to land. The rest of the team circled as they waited.
          Juleus had suggested earlier that their groups be split up, yet contain a few members from both parties. As a result, Brie was now off with the majority of the High Elven trackers, while Juleus had remained with the rest of Luceus' team. He didn't put it past them learning of Tristtan's whereabouts and going after him before relaying that information. This was the reason Juleus knew something was up and managed to land his Pegasus on the bluff when Rosalinda began to receive an incoming message. "Who is it from?" He demanded to know.
          "The message is from Lycineus." Rosalinda glanced briefly at Luceus and managed to mask her concern before returning her attention to her to the task at hand. Her hands formed a semi-circle as she allowed the message to begin coalescing.
          There was a slight frown on Luceus' face at this turn of events but he said nothing. Although, he imagined the timing was no coincidence for Lycineus had not contacted them for years, therefore what had finally prompted him to do so had to be of the utmost importance.
          Once the message transfer was complete an image of Lycineus' handsome face appeared in the open space just above them.
          "You can thank me later for sparing us both a full two way transfer, thus I'm going to get right to the point. I trust that Luceus is there with you. I've received Intel that the soldier you are searching for is in the Zodiac Woods at the following coordinates." A stream of numbers appeared across the projection image. "Proceed with caution, there is at least a full regiment of Ulrikk's soldiers present. Also, if you come across a Baraka mystic by the name of Jafton, secure him. He's been promised immunity for his aid with this information. I can not leave Argon to assist you in this matter, therefore I bid you good luck." The message ended as abruptly as the image of Lycineus faded.
          "Well, he wasn't kidding when he said he'd make that short," Traviis commented dryly.
          Luceus was already running to his Pegasus. "Let's go!"
          "Wait, we need a plan," Juleus intervened. "You should have told me the General in question was Ulrikk."
          "And it would have done no good if you'd known. Even if Ulrikk had come forward you would have had nothing on him." He mounted before tossing Juleus an annoyed glance. "As for the plan; it can be formulated on the way there. Right now there's no time to waste." Luceus immediately took flight and didn't wait to see if his companions followed. They were at least several hours away from the Zodiac even with teleportals. Which meant they'd have to hurry, Tristtan had already been in Ulrikk's hands for three days which may as well have been three years for all the young man must have subjected him to.   Luceus was so close to reuniting with Tristtan and only hoped that he wouldn't be too late.
OOO
          Ulrikk sat before the campfire with Tristtan's nude body leaning against his lap as he played with the golden tresses of the boys' hair. He'd fed him bits of meat earlier which he'd chewed numbly before swallowing. He'd just finished fucking him and even now continued to fondle the High Elf's exposed areas. He had Tristtan's balls cupped between his palm as he stroked the flaccid shaft with clawed finger. Although there was no response, Ulrikk knew that all he had to do was turn the boy over and fuck him to get him to take notice. He was about to shove another piece of meat between Tristtan's lips, when he heard the slight flapping of wings.
          Ulrikk was instantly on his feet as his gaze snapped upwards searching the skies. No way, they couldn't have found them this quickly. Although he saw nothing but the waning light of the early evening sky, he knew they were about to be attacked. He quickly turned to Grannger, "Alert the men to prepare for battle. But be covert about it. Then meet me near the pit in the woods." After Grannger left to do as he'd asked, Ulrikk quickly grabbed Tristtan by the arm and entered the dense forest.
          Not far away, Luceus was furious that Juleus had flown his Pegasus past the cut off point. The plan had been to approach at a specific distance away from the camp's coordinates then allow the Pegasus' to drop them off before they returned to the teleportal gate.   But Juleus had flown closer to the coordinates before proceeding with the plan. Luceus knew if the enemy camp had heard even a hint of the Commander's approach that they would have lost the element of surprise. And Tristtan's survival wholly depended upon that. Luceus did not put it past Ulrikk to slay the boy if he thought he was about to be defeated. And if he knew they were coming, he'd have every opportunity to do so.
          Although they did not have the cover of night, the thick denseness of the surrounding shrubbery allowed them to approach the still camp completely unnoticed. However, the clearing was completely empty. It wasn't until Luceus was close enough to make out the still smoking campfire and the half eaten meat carcass that still warmed over the pit, that he realized they were walking into a trap.
          "They know," Luceus stated softly to the companion closest him before indicating with his fingers that he would take point. The weight of the large two-handed sword strapped to his back was familiar as his body tensed in preparation for battle. When he entered into the camp, he knew the gleam of his golden armor would make him an obvious target. But the point was to have the enemy reveal their position, therefore he'd willingly take the risk.
          Luceus heard the swooshing of distant arrows only a sparse few seconds before they approached. But it was sufficient time for him to draw his broadsword and deflect them away from his body. The archers had failed to hit their target but their hiding places -- behind and atop some of the nearby tents -- had been revealed as a result. Luceus bounded towards the nearest one, flicking his sword to deflect more arrows as if the seven foot long weapon weighed no more than a feather. He noticed the fear in the archer's eyes as he quickly closed the distance between them before tilting his sword and pommel striking him in the head. The human archer was instantly out cold. Soon, war cries erupted all across the camp as dozens of soldiers bounded out of the tents and from the opposite side of the forest.
          Luceus turned to see his group enter the clearing, weapons at the ready. It was clear they were out numbered two to one, even with Juleus' reinforcements. More were en route given the information from Lycineus which suggested they'd need the extra manpower. But Luceus didn't want to wait for them to arrive thus they had gone on ahead knowing that time was of the essence. He couldn't speak for the Commander's people but he knew that his soldiers would more than hold their own against this group. The main thing that bothered him was the fact that Ulrikk and Tristtan were blissfully absent, which did not bode well. Luceus soon recognized one of two seconds in Ulrikk's hierarchy, his name was Bartram and he was a beast of an Amani with dual ridged horns and dark purplish skin. Luceus took off in his direction and was forced to cut down two enemy combatants that got in his way. Within seconds he was clashing his sword against an axe seemingly fashioned of black iron.
          As their gazes locked, Luceus' eyes shot daggers at the man. "Where is Ulrikk and Tristtan?"
          "Ulrikk is somewhere you'll never find him. And Tristtan -- well hopefully the whore is already dead," Bartram sneered at him.
          With a roar, Luceus shoved him backwards before spinning in midair to give himself more momentum, he brought the gleaming two hander down on Bartram's weapon with extreme force. The axe quickly snapped in two. He saw the look of utter shock on Bartram's face before he balled his gloved hand into a fist and punched him directly in the nose, perhaps the only vulnerable area on the man's face beside his eyes. The Amani doubled over in pain at which point, Luceus kicked him on his back before placing a booted foot on the man's chest.
          Luceus stabbed his sword in the ground before retrieving a dagger from his pocket, he began to carve a bloody line through Bartram's lower stomach. Two enemy soldiers began to approach him but before he could react, he witnessed them go down as dual arrows struck them in the chest. Glancing in the distance he saw Traviis leaving a bloody trail with his elite archery attacks. Luceus knew he had to hurry, therefore he returned his attention to Bartram and began to cut into the man's left thigh. He soon noticed the alarmed expression on the Amani's face.
          "I could go a little to the east, what say you?" Luceus stated with deadly calm knowing that if he moved his dagger any further, he would be cutting into Bartram's covered penis. "Where is Tristtan?" His voice was much calmer this time. When the Amani still hesitated, the cold glint in Luceus' gaze increased. "I won't ask you twice." He gave the man all but two more seconds before he began to cut towards the east. His victim screeched in pain.
          "Stop! He was taken into the woods, about two clicks to the west!" Bartram blurted the truth out. He probably could have withstood far longer if Luceus had threatened to cut off some other limb, but losing his most private part left him instantly defeated.
          Luceus knew he was running out of time and would have to accept the Amani's words as truth for now. He quickly smashed him in the head with the butt of his sword rendering him unconscious before glancing towards his Commander. Brie had just pulled her dual swords out of a man's torso before turning to gaze at him.
          "We've got this, sir!" Brie began. "You and Rosalinda can go find Tristtan."
          Luceus nodded before glancing towards Rosalinda. He saw Traviis move to join her knowing that the archer would protect the healer should Luceus become overwhelmed and unable to do so himself. He was planning to go up against a skilled General and despite his anger he knew it would not be easy. He took off at breakneck speed through the brush, slicing at tree limbs and bushes with his sword to create a path for the two that followed behind him. He kept repeating the same words in his head over and over again...
          Please, let me not be too late.
          Juleus had just taken a man's head off using his dual long swords in a scissor motion. He had witnessed Luceus and two of his soldiers speed through the woods to the west. He had every intention of following, for the last thing he wanted was for the General to claim all the credit for rescuing the boy. He was about to proceed when a sword swiveled just past his head and struck something behind him. He turned to see the weapon embedded in the chest of an enemy soldier before Brie ran up to the dying man to retrieve her weapon.
          "If I'm going to have to babysit you then you may as well head back to the Pegasus'," Was Brie's snarky comment. She glanced at him and noted the manner in which his silky silver hair clung to his perspiring face. She found herself widely attracted to him although it was not lost on her that the man himself was an asshole. Well, she could be an asshole as well when she wanted to be.
          "You mock me, yet your amateurish skills are only enough to get you by," Juleus retorted.
          "Alright pretty boy, let's see who can wrack up the bigger body count." With those words, Brie once again lunged into battle, slicing a man's leg out from under him before piercing the jugular with her other blade.
          Juleus was not one to back down from a challenge and figured he'd teach this upstart Commander a thing or two before he went after Tristtan.
          Meanwhile, Luceus had been running for several minutes when he heard Tristtan scream. The boy's cry was short lived as it ended abruptly with a low gurgle. Luceus felt fear clutch his chest as he broke into a small clearing in time to witness Ulrikk pull his huge two handed sword from Tristtan's gut. The weapon was so large it threatened to slice the boy's torso in half. Luceus heart bet with trepidation as he charged Ulrikk who's sword was now coated with the High Elf's blood. He saw when the man tossed Tristtan's body away like a rag doll as he prepared to meet Luceus in combat, head on.
          Rosalinda was about to run to Tristtan's fallen form when she saw a human Lancer emerge from the brush and prepare for attack. He was holding a large silver lance which had to measure at least several feet long. She saw as Traviis ran past her and immediately began to shoot arrows at the grizzled human. To their dismay, Grannger was skilled with the bulky weapon and managed to block every single incoming arrow by holding it aloft. Rosalinda began to call upon her smiting powers as she realized Traviis would require some assistance.
          Traviis noted when the older human charged him and would have retreated under normal circumstances to give himself more room to employ his ranged attacks. However, he could not do so in this case as he would leave Rosalinda unprotected. Therefore he'd wait for his attacker to get close enough in order to retaliate with a roundhouse kick. However, it had apparently not been Grannger's intention to run Traviis through. So when the man swung the lance, smacking Traviis directly in his side, it caught the archer completely off guard. His bow and arrows went flying as he was tossed into an open hole on the forest floor.
          Rosalinda gasped when she saw Traviis fall into the pit and noted as Grannger's attention now turned to her. She glanced past him to see Luceus and Ulrikk engaged in a death match and knew no aid would be coming to her from there. Closing her eyes, she spread her hands aloft and concentrated. She heard as Grannger approached and opened her eyes in time to see him about to thrust his lance at her. It was at that moment that a bolt of lightning summoned from the heavens smashed into the older human male. The electric shock shook him to the core before he fell over unmoving. Rosalinda quickly ran to the pit and called out to Traviis. She could not see him in the darkness but could hear the sound of blows landing as the archer fought off whatever was down there.
          "Traviis can you hear me, are you alright?" Rosalinda called out to him.
          "I'm fine, Rosie. Go look after Tristtan!"
          "Got it!" Rosalinda had intended to help the fallen High Elf post haste but simply had to ascertain that Traviis was alright first, he was very dear to her. She got to her feet and bolted to Tristtan's side. She noted right away that the boy had already expired. But since his head had not been cut off, she would be able to revive him. Resurrection was only possible immediately after death and only as long as the head had not been struck from the body, for there was no way to regenerate the brain. She closed her eyes and immediately got to work, blocking out the sounds of the fight nearby, she concentrated on bringing the youth back to life. Then she'd work on the rest of his injuries including regenerating his missing left arm.
          Things were not going as Ulrikk planned, especially since Luceus had not come after him alone. He knew his men outnumbered the initial attack group, therefore he'd expected them to be strapped for bodies which would give Ulrikk the advantage of a one on one against Luceus. However, the man had brought two of his team with him, one of which had fallen into the pit which had alerted Luceus to stay away from that area. Plus, the human healer was also working on reviving the slain youth. Ulrikk realized that he'd have to enrage Luceus even further in order for the other General to make a fatal mistake that would give Ulrikk the upper hand.
          "Your lover was quite the whore. Did you know he submitted to us willingly? I think he enjoyed the feel of many foreign cocks up his ass and in his mouth. I won't be surprised if he calls out my name the next time you two fuck. Oh wait, there won't be a next time will there?" Ulrikk smirked at him.
          Luceus golden eyes reflected murder in their depths as he glared at the vicious Amani General but did not attack in haste. He knew what Ulrikk was attempting to do, and was also aware that Traviis was no longer available to protect Rosalinda. It would seem that the priestess had managed to protect herself, but if they had anymore unexpected guests then things could get dicey.
          "I'm surprised you'd go to all this trouble for a whore. What is it that attracted you to him? Perhaps it's those luscious pink lips of his, I'll admit I enjoyed seeing them stretched to bursting around my cock." Ulrikk was ready with a parry when Luceus slashed at him, but noted that his fellow General was being ever cautious in this fight, which meant he could last long enough for reinforcements to arrive. That was if Ulrikk's regiment did not wipe out Luceus' group first. He imagined that the Castanic had more skilled soldiers, but Ulrikk had the greater numbers.
          Rosalinda would have kept Tristtan under while she regenerated his arm, but in order to resurrect him she did need to literally revive him first. The gaping wound along his chest which Ulrikk had inflicted had been completely healed as if it'd never happened. Once the major traumatizing injury was a thing of the past, reviving him was quite simple. She noted when his blue eyes fluttered open before falling upon her. She could see the utter sadness in their depths and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry Tristtan, we'll get you through this." She wasn't certain if he understood or even recognized her, for his expression did not change to indicate any other emotion. They would worry about the mental trauma of his captivity later, but for now she'd have to concentrate on making his body whole again.
          Rosalinda could hear the sounds of battle taking place not far from them. And would glance up occasionally from her task to ascertain how Luceus was faring. He was doing quite well it seemed for Ulrikk was now sporting a deep wound across his chest. The glow of Rosalinda's glove tipped healing fingers provided a steady light as night began to fall. She had just completed her regeneration of Tristtan's arm when she heard Luceus cry out. She returned her direction to the fight to see that one of Ulrikk's men had joined him in battle. Luceus had been struck in the back with a large club which had sprawled him on the ground dislodging his sword from his grip. Rosalinda was about to rise from her position to assist her superior, when a pale hand shot out and grasped her wrist.
          Luceus knew he was in trouble, even more so when Ulrikk kicked him forcefully in the side before tossing him on his back. His sword was out of reach, and as soon as he made an attempt to get to it, Ulrikk would end him.
          "Thought you had me beat back there, didn't you?" It was Bartram who spoke as he'd come to Ulrikk's assistance after recovering from Luceus' handiwork not long ago. He knew that fighting Ulrikk required great concentration, which had allowed him to get the drop on the Castanic General.
          "Hold him," Ulrikk ordered Bartram who proceeded to kneel behind Luceus' fallen form and pull him upright before grasping his arms behind his back and holding him in what was to be a death grip. There was a callous grin on the Amani General's face as he almost salivated at the thought of ending Luceus' life. "You know, if you were about a hundred pounds lighter, I'd probably keep you alive as one of my whores. You're a very beautiful man, Luceus. It's a shame I'm going to have to mount your head on my mantle. At least until it rots." He twirled his large sword with the power of his right wrist before raising it in Luceus' direction. "Goodbye, General Magelus."
          Before Ulrikk could slam his sword through Luceus' chest with the intent of then chopping his head off to ascertain he stayed dead, three arrows embedded in his chest almost instantly. Judging from the extreme pain, he knew they'd breached his heart. He glanced up to see a naked Tristtan holding a bow directly at him. He was stunned that the boys' aim had been so deadly accurate, thus avoiding his armor pieces in order to find his most vulnerable parts. As Ulrikk stood there unwilling to fall at the hands of this Elven boy he had once fucked to near death. He witnessed when Tristtan grabbed another arrow from a quiver on the ground before proceeding to once again fire. Ulrikk screamed as the arrow embedded in his right eye half blinding him. He went down on one knee.
          Bartram roared in anger as he witnessed his superior's defeat. He released Luceus and prepared to go after Tristtan. However, that was a fatal mistake. When he felt his head being separated from his shoulders only seconds later, he knew his time on this world was at an end.
          Luceus stood over Bartram's beheaded corpse but was not looking at the man he'd just slain. Instead his eyes were focused on Tristtan who stood in the distance. The boy had just saved his life and the wealth of emotion that he knew must be overwhelming them both at the moment threatened to leave him undone. It wasn't until he heard Ulrikk groan as he fell over that Luceus realized this wasn't over yet. He returned his attention to the Amani General intent on ending this now. He raised his sword, knowing that one clean slash would do it and then Ulrikk's head would join Bartram's on the grassy forest floor.
          "General I order you to stop!" Juleus Truth had just sprang into the clearing with Brie not far behind.
          Luceus stilled his hand but did not lower the blade. "This is justice."
          "If you execute him now, I shall put it in my report that he was blatantly assassinated by you!" Juleus roared.
          "That is what he intended to have done to me. Would you have been so courteous then?!" Luceus snapped.
          "He is a General of Valkyon he must be allowed to face trial." When Juleus noted Luceus had yet to back off, his eyes narrowed. "I will not repeat myself." He wasn't surprised when the Castanic General turned towards him, still toting his weapon.
          "If you defy me, you defy the entire High Elven council," Juleus stated matter-of-factly.
          "Do what you will." Luceus re-attached his sword to his back before heading in Tristtan's direction. He removed his golden armor pieces before stripping his broad shoulders of the tan, long-sleeved jacket then quickly placed it around the nude youth's shoulders. He would not waste anymore time with the matter, especially since it was out of his hands. All he wanted to do right now was to get Tristtan out of there. He noted as Rosalinda came up behind the boy and placed a hand on the material of the jacket. Suddenly, it transformed from a short waisted jacket to a full length robe that actually offered the High Elf some decency.
          Luceus didn't take his eyes off Tristtan and was relieved that the younger man was staring at him with the same need, the same urgency to finally be together again. He embraced him so tightly he knew he never wanted to let go. His whispered words in Tristtan's ears were meant for him alone, but apparently all others present heard him. "Let's get you out of here."
          Brie had just finished helping Traviis out of the pit when she heard the Elven Commander's next words.
          "Tristtan is coming with me. We are to return to Allemantheia post haste." Juleus wasn't surprised when Luceus turned from Tristtan and once again retrieved his sword which prompted Juleus to grasp his dual blades at the ready.
          "Please, don't!" Tristtan spoke up. He then turned his full attention to Juleus. "I don't know who you are, but I'm returning to Herald Fort with Luceus."
          "I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter. Not only have your parents recalled you to your birth city, but the High Elven council as well," Juleus stated.
          There was a stunned expression on Tristtan's face before he lowered his gaze, unable to return his attention to Luceus knowing that even if he defied the council on this matter, it would only be a temporary thing. If they truly wanted him back in Allemantheia then they would come for him.
          "Juleus you bastard!" Brie seethed.
          "That's Commander Truth to you. We all have our orders."
          "Really, then how about I order you to bend over so that I can beat your butt." Brie eyed the High Elven Commander with contempt and was beginning to wonder if he didn't simply need a good fuck in order to loosen up.
          Juleus ignored her as he continued to issue orders. "The reinforcements have arrived and they are securing the camp as we speak. Now, we've stalled for long enough. It's time to depart." He sheathed both weapons before extending an arm to Tristtan expectantly. The youth was quite attractive aside from a few smudges of dirt on his face. And from the manner he was moving about, it would seem that Luceus' priestess was quite skilled indeed to have healed him so completely and so fast.
          "You're not taking Tristtan anywhere, you'll have to go through me first," Luceus seethed.
          "I accept that challenge." Juleus unsheathed his weapons once more and twirled the dual swords as he prepared to take on the enraged Castanic General.
          "Stop, please! I don't want anyone fighting over me, not anymore." Tristtan was well aware that many had lost their lives that day, all of whom had purported to be on the same side at one point. The last thing he wanted was for there to be any further bloodshed. He turned apologetic eyes to Luceus and soon noted the hardened expression on the General's face. "I have to return with them."
          Luceus' response was to stab his giant sword into the earth. The fact that he didn't sheath it meant he wanted it at the ready, should he once again require it.
          "Well, well, It seems a young boy can tame the wild beast," Juleus commented. He was well aware that Luceus would not have stood down if it wasn't for Tristtan.
          Tristtan turned cold eyes on Juleus. "I'm not a boy, and when we return to Allemantheia, the council will hear of your tactics." His father was also on the council, and the last thing he wanted was to describe any of what happened to them or him. But he may not have a choice in the matter.
          "I look forward to being called upon the carpet, because I have done nothing wrong. I do not believe we can all claim as such." Juleus eyed Luceus as he completed his sentence. He knew there was a shit-storm coming that would soon surround the Castanic General. And as per Lord Stanhope's orders, he didn't want the man anywhere near his son when it hit.
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