Gauntlet: Green Archer's War

We're walking in the air We're floating in the moonlit sky.The people far below are sleeping as we fly I'm holding very tight I'm riding in the midnight blue I'm finding I can fly so high above with you Far across the world The villages go by like trees The rivers and the hills.The forests and the streams Children gaze open mouth Taken by surprise Nobody down below believes their eyes We're surfing in the air. We're swiming in the frozen sky. We're drifting over icy mountains floating by. Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep. Arousing a mighty monster from it's sleep. We're walking in the air. We're floating in the midnight sky. And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly. I'm finding I can fly so high aWe're walking in the air We're floating in the moonlit sky.The people far below are sleeping as we fly I'm holding very tight I'm riding in the midnight blue I'm finding I can fly so high above with you Far across the world The villages go by like trees The rivers and the hills.The forests and the streams Children gaze open mouth Taken by surprise Nobody down below believes their eyes We're surfing in the air. We're swiming in the frozen sky. We're drifting over icy mountains floating by. Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep. Arousing a mighty monster from it's sleep. We're walking in the air. We're floating in the midnight sky. And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly. I'm finding I can fly so high above with you.- Night Wish" Walking in the Air."

Authoress note: Not understanding? let me know and I will respond as best as I can

Chapter Three: The Green Archer.

She climbs higher and higher, up the side of a vast building. Her dark green eyes stare up, as she continues to climb at least one more level. Before reaching a slender plaform. Then after several feet more,she would reach the top. She merely vaulted herself onto the plaform. She feels do dizzy. As if drunk with confusion. Still she leans against the brick wall for support. As she makes her way slowly around the building. Passing several opens window.

One window appears to hold just one.A prisoner of war. He screams for death The sound of his cry for deliverance. Was toned out. He is bound by rope and chains. Eyes blindfolded. It is cold , and quiet. No one there to hear his pleas.He is too beaten and weak to struggle through his binds. Around him are more tortured
bodies. Rotten corspe. Their souls trapped within. Thier faces shown pain and a slow and meaningless death. This window....is not for her.

The second window reveils dancing figured win masks. Infront of a bright and beautiful temple. There is clear streams of water, trickling down a stair like fountian. The grass is green, and cherry blossom petals fall forever from the trees.The sky above is pink, with shades of blue and purple. An eternal sunset. But this is still not the right window which calls to her. As she passes a woman sitting on the edge of the window lifts her mask and watches with curiousity.

Now the third window is different. The call to her is strong here. She peaks in. Within it is a world levitating in the night sky.Dark small islands of stone. And utter darkness. This is eerie and wicked. But this woman, this elf enters the window and beholds her dreamworld. Peaceful it seems and quiet. She is not very much alone. The only other life. Are small green hands, running about. Upon their slender fingertips. Minding their own business.

The elf woman wonders off. Reaching an old fence. Walking along the side, she stares down. Below her may not be anywhere but forever darkness. She turns and walks back. And her eyes catches a massive dragon like gargolyal asleep. Peacefully. Suddenly though, a small child's giggle echos into the air. The woman quickly looks around.

She pays little or no heed to the sleeping beast and walks across a cobble stone bridge. Her eyes again looking down upon the blackness below her. This leads to a park like place. Only the grass is dead. The pools are dried. She steps then onto the levitating platform, It moves. Taking her to a place with dark green grass and cherry blossum trees with black petals. There are orchards, bearing ripe fruit. At the woman's feet there is a small stream of trickling water. She leans down and cups the water in her hand and sips it slowly. It tastes so pure.

When she looks back, there is a bright red cherry blossum tree,. The woman smiles lightly. So there is life within the dark. A hidden light within her dim thoughts. A warm feeling grows with her. But it fades fast. All die. The orchards, the sream dries up.Abruptly she feels the sting of a dart strike her arm. She looks up. Winged imps are levitating around her everywhere. Little red imps. Holding dart shooters. But they are not the only ones. A green hand crawls to her and scratches her leg roughly.

There is a male's laugh. And suddenly the jester himself appears." Welcome." He greets her.

The elf woman glares," Who are you?!" She demands to know." And what in the nine hells is going on?"

The jester smiles and approached her. " Tis not I, who haunts your dreams, green archer." He begins.But had to disappear. The elf is only confused." What force envades my mind? What sort of darkness summoned these imps?" She could not comprehend it. And she slowly backs up. Her eyes widen in horror. A massive Shadow Wraith, known to torrorize the dreams of pure warriors. His dark ghost like image and red eyes cause those most bravest,into insanity.

This Wraith has appeared before the woman. You would think that she would have fallen from fear and be driven to madness. But to stop it, she closes her eyes tightly and screams outloud. Bringing herself back into reality.....

Gasping for air, Kit's green eyes snapped open. As she threw herself up into a sitting posistion in her tent's cot. She calms down immedaitely and rubbed her eyes. Kit arose from the cot and lazyly pulled up the sender spagetti straps on her dark green cotton fighting dress. With the slits that went all the way to her waist. She brushed back her long dark brown hair and slipped into her knee high brown leather boots. Then tied back her green bandana around the top of her head.

By her cot, sat a small night stand. made of wood. Upon it was a wash bowl. Filled to it's brim with water. Which Kit splashed lightly upon her face. Just so she could perhaps wake up better. Kit then took up her large brown leather belt and clipped it around her waist. She she stuck her wide gold loop earing in her point ear. her trible tattoos around her arms seemed to perfectly spiral around the top of her arms. In four rows, giving her an almost pirate look. Well her earing and bandana also did that for her.

She stuck five thin oakwood arrows with iron tips in her double hand bows. And latched them onto her belt around her waist. Slid her knife into the case on the brim of her boot. Finally, to complete her Green Archer outfit. She grabbed her long bow, and her one dark green gunatlet. now, Kit was what she was known by as the greatest warrior the Dark Elves have ever known.A wood elf. The Green Archer. Kit.

Elsewhere in the realm. The leader of the Bregan D'aerth stood face to face with the four Gentlemen.Neither of them blinking.

" They come to take our souls." one of the renagades whispered. Most of the group drew their weapons.

The leader lifted his slender hand," Hold." He ordered." They are not here to fight." he explained in the dark elf language.The Gentlemen bowed their heads in respect.The lead drow took off his wide brimmed plum hat and took a bow of his upper body, the tip of the feather in his hat brushed against the ground slightly before he straightened. The Gentlemen handed him a scroll. The drow only accepted. Slightly bowing his head this time.

Gingerly he unrolled it. And examined the words by Lloth carefully," Men." He started before rolling it back up. A wicked smirk played upon his thin lips." We get to invade a battlefeild and spill woodlen blood. Gather the horses." He ordered HIs men cheered and spared no time in doing just that.

" So it begins." Lloth meanwhile whispers to herself as she watched the actions of the drow from her pool." Kit, your fate has been set. Destiny has choosen you. Young archer."


bove with you.- Night Wish" Walking in the Air."

Authoress note: Not understanding? let me know and I will respond as best as I can

Chapter Three: The Green Archer.

She climbs higher and higher, up the side of a vast building. Her dark green eyes stare up, as she continues to climb at least one more level. Before reaching a slender plaform. Then after several feet more,she would reach the top. She merely vaulted herself onto the plaform. She feels do dizzy. As if drunk with confusion. Still she leans against the brick wall for support. As she makes her way slowly around the building. Passing several opens window.

One window appears to hold just one.A prisoner of war. He screams for death The sound of his cry for deliverance. Was toned out. He is bound by rope and chains. Eyes blindfolded. It is cold , and quiet. No one there to hear his pleas.He is too beaten and weak to struggle through his binds. Around him are more tortured
bodies. Rotten corspe. Their souls trapped within. Thier faces shown pain and a slow and meaningless death. This window....is not for her.

The second window reveils dancing figured win masks. Infront of a bright and beautiful temple. There is clear streams of water, trickling down a stair like fountian. The grass is green, and cherry blossom petals fall forever from the trees.The sky above is pink, with shades of blue and purple. An eternal sunset. But this is still not the right window which calls to her. As she passes a woman sitting on the edge of the window lifts her mask and watches with curiousity.

Now the third window is different. The call to her is strong here. She peaks in. Within it is a world levitating in the night sky.Dark small islands of stone. And utter darkness. This is eerie and wicked. But this woman, this elf enters the window and beholds her dreamworld. Peaceful it seems and quiet. She is not very much alone. The only other life. Are small green hands, running about. Upon their slender fingertips. Minding their own business.

The elf woman wonders off. Reaching an old fence. Walking along the side, she stares down. Below her may not be anywhere but forever darkness. She turns and walks back. And her eyes catches a massive dragon like gargolyal asleep. Peacefully. Suddenly though, a small child's giggle echos into the air. The woman quickly looks around.

She pays little or no heed to the sleeping beast and walks across a cobble stone bridge. Her eyes again looking down upon the blackness below her. This leads to a park like place. Only the grass is dead. The pools are dried. She steps then onto the levitating platform, It moves. Taking her to a place with dark green grass and cherry blossum trees with black petals. There are orchards, bearing ripe fruit. At the woman's feet there is a small stream of trickling water. She leans down and cups the water in her hand and sips it slowly. It tastes so pure.

When she looks back, there is a bright red cherry blossum tree,. The woman smiles lightly. So there is life within the dark. A hidden light within her dim thoughts. A warm feeling grows with her. But it fades fast. All die. The orchards, the sream dries up.Abruptly she feels the sting of a dart strike her arm. She looks up. Winged imps are levitating around her everywhere. Little red imps. Holding dart shooters. But they are not the only ones. A green hand crawls to her and scratches her leg roughly.

There is a male's laugh. And suddenly the jester himself appears." Welcome." He greets her.

The elf woman glares," Who are you?!" She demands to know." And what in the nine hells is going on?"

The jester smiles and approached her. " Tis not I, who haunts your dreams, green archer." He begins.But had to disappear. The elf is only confused." What force envades my mind? What sort of darkness summoned these imps?" She could not comprehend it. And she slowly backs up. Her eyes widen in horror. A massive Shadow Wraith, known to torrorize the dreams of pure warriors. His dark ghost like image and red eyes cause those most bravest,into insanity.

This Wraith has appeared before the woman. You would think that she would have fallen from fear and be driven to madness. But to stop it, she closes her eyes tightly and screams outloud. Bringing herself back into reality.....

Gasping for air, Kit's green eyes snapped open. As she threw herself up into a sitting posistion in her tent's cot. She calms down immedaitely and rubbed her eyes. Kit arose from the cot and lazyly pulled up the sender spagetti straps on her dark green cotton fighting dress. With the slits that went all the way to her waist. She brushed back her long dark brown hair and slipped into her knee high brown leather boots. Then tied back her green bandana around the top of her head.

By her cot, sat a small night stand. made of wood. Upon it was a wash bowl. Filled to it's brim with water. Which Kit splashed lightly upon her face. Just so she could perhaps wake up better. Kit then took up her large brown leather belt and clipped it around her waist. She she stuck her wide gold loop earing in her point ear. her trible tattoos around her arms seemed to perfectly spiral around the top of her arms. In four rows, giving her an almost pirate look. Well her earing and bandana also did that for her.

She stuck five thin oakwood arrows with iron tips in her double hand bows. And latched them onto her belt around her waist. Slid her knife into the case on the brim of her boot. Finally, to complete her Green Archer outfit. She grabbed her long bow, and her one dark green gunatlet. now, Kit was what she was known by as the greatest warrior the Dark Elves have ever known.A wood elf. The Green Archer. Kit.

Elsewhere in the realm. The leader of the Bregan D'aerth stood face to face with the four Gentlemen.Neither of them blinking.

" They come to take our souls." one of the renagades whispered. Most of the group drew their weapons.

The leader lifted his slender hand," Hold." He ordered." They are not here to fight." he explained in the dark elf language.The Gentlemen bowed their heads in respect.The lead drow took off his wide brimmed plum hat and took a bow of his upper body, the tip of the feather in his hat brushed against the ground slightly before he straightened. The Gentlemen handed him a scroll. The drow only accepted. Slightly bowing his head this time.

Gingerly he unrolled it. And examined the words by Lloth carefully," Men." He started before rolling it back up. A wicked smirk played upon his thin lips." We get to invade a battlefeild and spill woodlen blood. Gather the horses." He ordered HIs men cheered and spared no time in doing just that.

" So it begins." Lloth meanwhile whispers to herself as she watched the actions of the drow from her pool." Kit, your fate has been set. Destiny has choosen you. Young archer."