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Betrayed	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 1359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty two
- 23-Twenty three
- 24-Twenty four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine
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Sighting down the shaft of the arrow, Starr focused on her target and fired. The orc gave a beastly roar and turned toward her while ripping the arrow from his shoulder. Gathering the energy harnessed within her powerful bow, she fired again. The orc shuddered from the impact of the energy laden arrow, but still charged forward at her, undeterred.
Turning swiftly, she raced back across the meadow and into the forest. As she did so, she dodged various trees and underbrush, always checking to ensure the orc was still chasing after her. The few times he stopped, she would fire at him. Continuing to sprint ahead, she weaved through the forest, slowly wearing the lumbering behemoth down before finally killing him.
Pausing, she flicked her gaze around her. That was another scout. And it was far too close. For it to have broken through the front lines and make it back here was distressing. The light elves were losing.
Badly.
Already the orcs had blazed their way across the majority of the light elven homelands and were not far from the village proper. Only another, smaller sliver of forest now stood between them and the village. Once they’d crossed through it, there would be nothing but open plains between them and the village. And she knew they didn’t have the resources to hold them back if they reached that far.
The village would be lost in a matter of hours if they managed to reach it. Their only hope of keeping it was if the humans showed up to shore up their numbers and replenish their badly depleted resources.
The sound of another orc bellowing as he charged her snapped her out of her momentary reverie, and she dodged him as best she could. However, she still couldn’t avoid him completely and grunted as his fist weapon connected with her. She tried to leap back and away, but the injury was far more serious than she’d thought, and she gasped in pain as she fell to her knees.
As the orc raised his fists to land the final blow, she reached for her dagger. She wasn’t going to die like this. Not to a filthy orc!
As her hand wrapped around the hilt of her dagger, the air between her and the orc seemed to blur for a moment. A dark form took shape, and she heard a low, snarling grunt as the figure attacked the orc. In mere seconds, the orc was laying on his stomach, his head turned to face her, and she could clearly see his lifeless eyes staring blankly in her direction.
“Are you going to sit there on your ass? Or are you going to get up?”
Starr turned her bewildered gaze to the voice and her features tightened in hatred. A dark elf. “What are you, doing here?!” She snarled, struggling to stand, the pain making it nearly impossible.
Alyel glared contemptuously at the other female. “Your leaders requested our help.” She spat venomously. “Get up!”
Gaining her feet painfully, Starr gripped her bow tightly as she placed an arrow against the string and drew it taut. “They haven’t communicated that to us!”
Alyel crouched slightly, prepared to attack.
But before either elf could attack the other, the sound of a sword being drawn slowly reached their ears. “If the two of you can’t behave, I will kill you both.”
Alyel’s lip curled upward in anger, but she leapt back and away, landing next to a dark elven male. Meanwhile, Starr glared at the male, and the disturbingly large force of dark elves that were slowly revealing themselves behind him.
Speaking to the light elf in front of him, he stated coldly. “I am called BaelAun. And I assure you, we would not have been sent here if not for your leaders asking for our assistance.”
She flinched at hearing his name. The dark commander in front of her was known for his cruelty on the battlefield. It was even rumored that he’d once wielded the cursed sword Zariche in a large battle at Goddard castle. “I don’t believe you!” She spat, fully aware that he could kill her at a moment’s notice. She needed to get a message to her commander before her death. Warn him about the dark elves invading. But how?!
BaelAun glared hatefully at the archeress. Clearly the light elves had not been able to communicate to all of their forces in a timely fashion or she would’ve known that they weren’t trespassing on light elven territory. At least, not yet. “You arrogant fools. Can’t even protect your own lands adequately without help.” Reaching into a satchel, he withdrew the scrolls that served to prove that he was indeed carrying out orders to assist the light elves, at their request. “These should prove my words to you.” He flung them to the ground at her feet.
He watched as she took a quick glance at their numbers and finally relaxed her stance enough to lean down and snatch the scroll from the ground. Once she’d completed reading, he caught the scroll as she tossed it back to him with a savage curse she’d obviously learned from humans. Pocketing the scroll, he continued glaring at her. “You will join us for now. You may return to your unit when we meet up with them.”
Starr’s face tightened again angrily. “No. I’ll return to my unit on my own.” As if she was just going to blindly follow his orders… How dare he?!
Emerging from the shadows behind her, another dark elf snatched the dagger away from her and pinned her arms behind her back with one hand and gripped her hair firmly with the other.
BaelAun slowly walked forward to them in carefully measured paces. “Although we are quite close to the village, we are still several days out. You will join us for the duration our of our approach and rejoin your unit when we’ve reached the village.” His gaze snapped to the dark elf holding her and narrowed slightly in dislike.
Shin. The light elven sympathizer.
Switching to dark elven, he ordered the assassin. “Since you claim that they aren’t that much different than us, she is yours to watch. See that she doesn’t escape or tries anything unwise.” He didn’t wait for Shin’s confirmation before ordering the rest of his forces to proceed with their march through the forest to the village.
Starr struggled with the unknown person holding her for a brief period, trying to get loose as the rest of the dark forces continued their trek. Shin meanwhile kept his grip firm and ignored the disdainful and disparaging comments directed at both her and himself. When the forces had passed, he released her with a light shove forward. He also took that moment to stand over her bow, preventing her from picking it up.
“If you continue, the wound on your side will continue to bleed.” He warned her. “BaelAun was telling the truth. We are here at the request of your village Elders.” Of course, BaelAun had other orders as well…
With a growl, she snatched an arrow from her quiver and charged him, the arrow held in a manner to strike and gouge at any piece of him that she could reach. Bracing himself, Shin took the attack squarely and neatly deflected the arrow, snapping it in the process, before lightly tossing her away from him, ensuring that she wouldn’t hit the ground.
He endured several more attacks, each weaker than the last. On her last attack, he caught her and slowed her fall to the ground as she collapsed from blood loss. “Little idiot…” He muttered with some amusement under his breath. Reaching into a pouch, he withdrew a bottle of healing potion and uncorked it one handedly, using his teeth to rip the stopper out while his other hand supported her. Slowly he fed the potion to her, ensuring that she swallowed the small amounts so that she wouldn’t choke on it.
Once she’d finished the small bottle, he arranged her carefully on the forest floor and collected her weapons. She’d sleep for a bit until the potion had healed her sufficiently. As he gathered her bow, he took time to study it. It was similar to what his half brother Nathavin used. As he slung it on his back, a faint groan gained his attention, and he made his way back over to her.
Kneeling down next to her, he spoke softly. “Are you ready to listen, or are you going to keep fighting?”
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