Prologue:
Through The Gate
The guards were half asleep, their helmets were drooping and their swords hanging limply at their sides. Their elvish ears were currently unalert. However, no one could blame them. Nothing had tried going through the gate over for three years. There were never any dark forces lying in wait, and no one could think of any reason why would they want to. The gates were supposedly a way to go between the realms, but no one tried it anymore because once you got through, it took magic to make a gate back, and most people couldn’t use that. However, lying near the clearing in the Mersisies Wood was a monster.
-^- She waited patiently till the very last moment, watching the sleepy guards with slim eyes. It wouldn’t be long now. She was in her natural form at the moment, although she could have changed it at any time. Her appearance was that of a medusa with a half-snake half-human body. The only difference was that her hair wasn’t alive. Instead, it was pitch black and fell loosely down to her neck. Swords littered her waist and back to accommodate her six arms. However, her most distinctive feature was a blanket of emerald green scales covering her from head to toe.
Then the opportunity came, the guards were changing shifts. She slithered silently in the concealing shadows of the trees just outside the clearing, taking care not to be seen by any of the elves that were guarding her prize. Once she entered the field, she made a break for it. There was no sense trying to be stealthy in a wide-open space where anyone with eyes could see you. The clearing was the size of an entire village, and in the middle stood the gate she had spent so long searching for. She was halfway there when several shouts erupted from the other end of the gigantic space. The new shift of guards was running at her, trying to stop her from reaching her prize. This unexpected obstacle might complicate things, but it would not keep her from her goal. They did not know just how powerful the creature they were trying to stop was.
“Trill,” she hissed at them.
They froze where they were; each guard was encased in a block of ice, but not before one of them shot an arrow out of his slender bow. When it reached her, it sank deep into her shoulder.
She howled in rage and flicked her forked tongue at them. Then, in her rage, she felt a tugging at her brain and spoke another spell so softly that not even she could hear it. The ice shattered into a million pieces along with the guards inside them. However, the spell had drained her considerably. She longed to heal her wound, but she thought better of it. She only had a few spells left, and she was almost completely drained of energy. She smiled wearily at her work just as she reached the gate. She heard more shouts from behind her, but it was too late. She had gone through with a baby clutched tightly in one of her scaly arms.
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