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The Chronicles of Domewyrd: 20

VII: Waking Nightmares

 Mondisi, rubbed his eyes, groaning and adjusting to the blinding light. An unfamiliar elf spoke out- 

 "Aye! we heard your plea king, and after seeing what the sight has to offer, we'd all be fools to deny such an offer." The king was not only surprised, but amazed, all the different elvan families had arrived. 
 
"All we ask king, is space for housing, for well, all of us, and we are at your command- and may I add your liege, my men and I will gladly build the homes ourselves. They kneeled to one knee, bowing their heads whispering. "My liege." 

 The king sat up in his bed, he smiled and clasped his hands together, 

 "I humbly accept brothers, the more pointy-ears I say, the better!” The knights rise once again, and the leader speaks up once again, but not before a dirty air entered the room, all of the elvan families, looked as if they had just lost someone. The king noticed the change of air and asked. 

 “What did somebody die?” All the elves looked at one another for a few moments before looking back to the king, and the leader of all the elves spoke again. 

 “Y-yes.. You see king, no one can confirm the body, but there is no-doubt of her fate.” The leader nervously said. 

 “Her? HER? WHOM?!” The king shouted, frantically, he realized.. The queen stood nowhere near him. Under his breath the king muttered 

 “My beloved…” 
  “My liege” The leader of the elvaan families stated, then continued on. 

 “Please, my liege, allow me to say I could never understand.. But know all of us lend our grief to you. In these dark times, none of us are safe.” The leader sadly said. 

 “This is a jest!” Mondisi snapped. 
   “Um.. pardon me my liege for the informality but… what?” The leader cautiously stated. 

 “You heard me- a jest, a joke, a gag, this is a jest, there is no way my beloved would die in my very own rightful kingdom.” The king was irritated. 

 “That’s just it my king… no one, and I mean no one, can find her. Not a trace, no footsteps, no torn clothing, no anything your liege.” The leader assertively pleaded with the king. 

 "Now you rest my moonlit king, we shall- get right to work with grins in our sweat, and we will find our queen, your beloved, whatever the cost.. Hear here king! All of the Elves, walked out of his quarters, the king still woozy, felt the dreams call him once more.
  With the echoing, hypnotic, familiar voice whipping behind his ears again, drifted into a calming slumber of terror..

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