Yami: I belive its more to this then just a simple attack. -she opens the door to the casle and sees a elf servert holding a knife to her fathers neck- Yami: Aloin! Son of Doral. Have you lost your mind?
Name; Biancha Bear Age; 17 Looks; Personality; Shy Secretive Small Scrawny Intelligent Family: None Species; Human
Aloin: dont move! Or he dies. Yami: when did a well made elf turn mad? Aloin: it cant be helped. The Lord will return. Yami:... As in... Saroun? Aloin:-nobs-
Yami: enough!!! He will not return. Leo:-shoots a errow into Aloir's neck. He falls dead on the floor- Yami: father! -runs over to him and hugs him-
The General: Im okay, my dear. Yami: Ada, nin herdir a Ada. (father, my master and father) My heart sings that you are safe, but we are under attack. General: I know.