A/N: because of a high volume of wanting a sample of my book, here is the prologue and the first few chapters.


The castle stood eminent and powerful against the blood red sky,

and it seemed to dare anyone to try and conquer it. The moat around

the castle was dark and murky, with the slightest twitch of a ripple

to indicate that there was something lurking beneath the top of the

water. Suddenly, a carriage pulled up to the castle, and a tall, stringy

figure climbed out. As the manservant looked about, he gestured,

and another figure emerged from the carriage. This one was tall also,

and had black, dingy hair and an ominous smile.

He followed his manservant into the castle's gatehouse, and

looked up at the two massive round towers that loomed above him,

and seemed to slice the sky in half like a rusty old butcher knife. As

they made their way inside, the man looked into the faces of the

soldiers that stood guard over the battlement's ground level. He

stopped and took one last look behind him. He saw the land beyond,

dismal and sullen. In the distance he could make out peasants

attempting to revive their crop that he had killed out of spite. The

people had refused him shelter, thus bringing his wrath upon them.

He looked towards the sky and a small smirk crept onto his face.

This is going to be a great year, he thought as they made their way

further into the castle. When they reached the entrance hall past the

gatehouse, the man dismissed his manservant with a quick snap of

his fingers. The servant hurried back outside, and went to retrieve the


"Ah, good evening sir," said a servant approaching the King.

"Shin'ero, go and get me the General in charge," the King said.

The servant bowed, "As you wish."

A few minutes later, the manservant returned with the General.

The General was tall, broad shouldered, and had a mass of red hair

on his head. As he walked into the room, it gained a respectable

silence that seemed to hover around him like fairies around a flower.

He stopped before the king and bowed.

"Your Highness," the General said in his scruffy voice.

The King nodded. "Tell me, General, how is the 'Purification'


"Ah, very well, sir. As we speak my boys are getting rid of the

Elven City."

"Good," the King smiled, "Make sure there are no survivors. If

even a baby gets away, and escapes the execution, your head will

be on my wall."

The General looked down, than back up at the king. He studied

his face, hoping to see some sign of sarcastic attitude but there was

nothing on the king's face to put the General at ease. He nodded, and

left with the threat still fresh in his mind.

* * *

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her feet pressed against the

ground as she ran, and made her way to the city where her family and

friends were. She was terrified of what she learned; she only hoped

she could get there in time. The creatures were closing in on her, but

it only made her run faster. She gracefully darted between trees, and

missed the branches on the ground that would have made the

slightest noise.

Her heart started pounding harder as she turned down the road

that led up to the city. She smelled smoke and ashes in the air. When

she reached the hilltop, her worries turned to reality. A scream

erupted from her lips as she ran down the hill to her city, which was

enflamed, with the flames licking the sky. She felt no need to check

the houses because she felt that everyone was dead.

All of a sudden, hope cried from one of the houses, and the

woman ran into her sister's house. She followed the cry up the stairs,

and into her baby niece's room. A small smile spread across the

woman's lips when she saw her sister's new born, alive, well, and

crying in the crib, which was tipped over. She grabbed the bundle

of blankets, gently, and held the child close to her. She looked at the

baby, and saw no marks, only her cute little nose, mouth, and her

ears, which were not yet pointed in the usual elven way.

Suddenly, there was a big crash downstairs, and the woman

heard the grunts of the creatures, searching for her, using her scent.

Her first idea was to go downstairs, and sneak past them, but worry

flooded through her mind when she looked at the baby. There was

only one thing she could do. She had to get out of there, safely. She

hugged the baby to her chest, and opened the window. The house

began creaking as she climbed outside of the house, through the

window. Soon she was running across the roof, looking for a way

to get onto the ground without hurting the baby or herself. Suddenly,

she saw a way that she could jump off of the building, and land

without hurting the baby.

The only thing wrong about it was that if she did jump, she would

need to land on her back, to shield the baby from harm. It could

break a couple of ribs,

even though she would land in the wagon of bags, containing old

clothing for the dwarves. Suddenly the creatures were upstairs in the

baby's room. She could tell by their excited weird speech, that they

could smell the baby. She panicked and did the one thing that she

could do. She jumped.

* * *

Sebastian had been standing on the porch when the woman had

come into view. Her clothes were torn in certain spots, and she was

carrying a bundle of blankets. All Sebastian could think was the fact

that she looked terrified. He frowned, and ran up to her, trying to see

if she was okay.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" his wife, Sonya, called.

"Just over to that woman to see if she's all right," he called over

his shoulder, finally reaching the woman.

The first thing that came to his mind when he was close to her was

that she smelled like some sort of herb. Then he caught a whiff of

smoke and ash. The bottom of her dress was scorched, and she

looked as if she was in pain when she walked. When the woman saw

Sebastian, she paled, and looked like she was going to faint.

"Oie bisentio oya!" she called, while she held the bundle closer.

Her voice sounded like music when she spoke.

"Listen, I don't know what you said, but I swear on the life of the

king that I will not hurt you, okay?" Sebastian said, taking a step


"Doi'uh awi'on dio oya!" She yelled at him, in the same, musical

voice, with a hint of fear in it.

Sebastian put his hands on the woman's shoulders, and held her

there as she tried to break free. She looked up at him with the

greenest eyes that he had ever looked into. Relief flooded into her

eyes as they stared at each other. Than she put the bundle into his

arms. When she drew her hands away, he felt something move within

the blanket.

"Roti'cie kel mod'encieut," she said, backing away.

Sebastian looked down at the bundle, and saw that it wasn't a

bundle of blankets, but a baby. He frowned and looked up, trying

to figure out why she gave him her baby. He sucked in a breath, when

he saw her, she had fallen to the ground. She was laying there with

her hair off of one pointed ear. She was an elf.

No wonder I couldn't understand her, he thought. "Ma'am?

Are you all right?"

When she didn't move, Sebastian got worried. He thought elves

were supposed to be happy and alive, but this one was terrified, and

hurt. He didn't know what was wrong.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the way the elf had come. It

cried, "She went this way!"

Sebastian did not have time to react. He looked down at the elf,

and saw that she was looking at him.

"Roti'cie kel mod'encieut. Doniut ' iy keloind sind'ue hui'ok te'i

feria. Oiun'ce!" The elf said, desperately.

"I don't know what you are saying!" Sebastian said as he kneeled

next to her.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed his arm, and all went black. Then he

could see again. Only it was somewhere he had never been. It was

a wondrous city, made of copper and silver. There were many of the

elf's people there. Soon the vision shifted to see an elf that stood out

amongst the crowded street. She was tall, brown-haired, and had

hazel eyes with a touch of green on the outside. In her arms was a


Then that picture disappeared, and in its place was the same city,

only it was burning, and no one was about. His vision started moving,

heading for a specific house that be on fire. Somehow, before they

entered, both he and the elf knew that the occupants were dead.

Suddenly, he heard crying. A baby was crying. Then everything went

black again. When he came to, the elf was lying down still, and he

was still in the yard in front of his home. The elf's hand fell away, and

he knew that she was gone. He sat up, and held the baby close to

himself. He moved the top blanket, and looked at a face that made

his heart stop. The baby was no more than a few weeks old, but it

did not have the distinctive ears that an elf was suppose to have. But

he knew, regardless of that one fact, that this child was indeed an elf.

He turned from the elf and made his way back to the porch where

his wife was waiting. He recalled the many tales that he had heard

about elves, and how they had a reputation for either bring good luck

to the family, or bad luck. To him, this was bad luck. It presented

another mouth to feed, and more money to spend. It was the exact

opposite to his wife. She couldn't have children, so she would see

it as a dream that had come true.

"Hey, you! Stop!" said a call from behind Sebastian.

He turned to see three of the king's guards leaving the group that

was surrounding the elf, and coming towards him. "May I be of some

service, gentlemen?"

"You may. What is that you are holding?"

"What? Oh, a baby."

"Whose baby?" said the smallest officer, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Ours," said someone from behind Sebastian.

Sebastian turned to see his wife standing there. "Yes, this is our

child," he said.

"Are you sure about that? I could have sworn that you had been

given that bundle," said the tallest guard, pointing to the baby, then

pointing over his shoulder, concluding, "by that woman-creature."

"No, I gave birth to her not too long ago," said Sonya, taking the

baby from Sebastian.

"All right then. If you see anything odd, please contact us, all

right?" said the guard, still almost unconvinced.

"Yes, sir," said Sonya.

Later that night, Sonya and Sebastian sat at the kitchen table,

looking at the baby sleeping peacefully in a small makeshift crib. It

looked so beautiful laying there, dreaming dreams that will soon be

forgotten. Sebastian looked at his wife and sighed.

"Sonya, we cannot keep the child," he said, his eyes filled with

repentance, "We have no idea where he came from really, and

whether or not he really belonged to that elf. For all we know, she

could have taken him from a loving family as an omen on their crops

or their future families."

Sonya looked at him. "It's a 'she' not a 'he'."

"Who cares? We are not keeping him, or her, or whatever it is!"

"And why not?"

"It's another mouth to feed," Sebastian said, counting them off on

his fingers, "it could be a bad omen for us, and if this child is an elf,

then we could be arrested for having her under our roof. You know

that the king hates the elves!"

"We don't even know if she is an elf, Sebastian! What if she isn't?

Are we still going to cast her out into the world? You wouldn't be

acting like this if a human woman had given you this baby, instead of

an elf!"

"We do not need another mouth to feed!"

"You know the tales! If an elf gives a gift to your family, it's

supposed to bring good fortune to you. Why just the other day I


"It could not only be good fortune! It could also be a bad omen!"

Sebastian said, cutting her off.

Sebastian looked at her face, and saw that his words had hurt her.

He could tell that she really wanted this baby. He looked away from

her, and looked down at the sleeping baby. The natural beauty of the

baby almost brought a smile to his lips, but he quickly turned away

to hinder such an action. Finally, he laid his eyes back on his wife.

"All right, we can give it a few years. If nothing bad happens, then

we'll keep her," Sebastian said to his hopeful wife's face. Then he

added sternly, "But the first sign of any bad luck what so ever, she's

gone. I don't care if it was one bad harvest or one of us getting hurt.

Do you understand?"

"Yes!" aid Sonya, pulling him into her arms.

"Okay, but she's your responsibility. I want no part in the matter."

"Don't you worry! She is my responsibility. Oh, I've always

wanted to be a mother!"

Sebastian watched her walk over to where the baby was resting.

She scooped the child up into her arms, and walked down the hall,

softly singing to her new daughter. Sebastian smiled in spite of

himself, and leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. He knew that

this would bring major change to the household, and that all of their

profits would be dried up from having such a young mouth to feed.

He knew they would keep the child, even if she were an elf. His wife

would get attached and beg and plead.

He stood up from the table, and made his way to the counter,

where his wife had sat the freshly brewed tea. He poured himself a

cupful, and shook his head. He would need to clean out the storage

room down the hall to create a room for the child. He smiled to

himself thinking about it.

* * *

"Sir, the entire village has been terminated," said a messenger, as

he handed the report to the king.

The King looked it over, and nodded. "Good. Are you sure that

not a single elven soul has survived?"

"The General gave me his word. He should be here shortly."

Outside, the King heard horses ride up, and he heard the

General's muffled, "Ho!" as the horses came to a stop. The

messenger looked at the King, wondering if he was excused. The

King dismissed the messenger, and soon he was alone. He looked

over to his desk, and saw the pendulum that the witch had given him.

She had claimed that the pendulum could tell if a certain people, or

species, was still in existence. All he had to do was think of the race

as he spun it. If it spun fast, then stopped, the people were all dead.

If it managed to restart, even just the faintest back and forth swing,

than one had survived. The King thought of elves, and tapped the

weight of the pendulum. The pendulum began to swing back and

forth. The air in the room was chilly, and had a feeling of loss to it.

The King frowned as it began to swing faster. Soon it slowed and

came to a complete stop. The King smiled, because he believed that

no elf had survived. Then it gave a small swing, just big enough to

symbolize the heartbeat of a small child, or baby. When the King saw

this, he roared in rage, threw the pendulum against the wall, and went

charging out the door, calling for the General.