I saw the commander come out of his office, the real commander. Followed him was the imposter and following him was six black robes. No doubt the black robes were sent because of the assault we laid upon the fort. Death seems certain for us; I just don’t understand how things got this bad.

Just yesterday we left the other elves Larthin and Salendar. We passed Jonas who decides to run on foot. Mirzam and I push the horse making it give us everything it had. We rode hard for at least eight hours straight trying to escape the aura that hinders our gifts. Unfortunately the beast was dying and Mirzam took out his knife to stab the horse to coach more out of it. It was then that I felt compassion for the beast. Even though our circumstance was dire I am beginning to realize we can not lose sight of who we are.

I yelled at Mirzam to stop that we must release this horse and travel the remainder on foot. He argued and I was forced to glare at him, though I spoke no words he knew that this matter was not open for discussion. Once again the iron corruption is slowly pulling him toward a darker side, I only hope that I am around to pull him back.

The horse bucked in fright and almost knocked us over as we both manage to stay on. Then it came crashing down upon us. Mirzam was able to get out of the way, I however was not so lucky. The horse had pinned my leg. The pain was unbearable. Mirzam in his weaken state tried to lift part of the horse. He pulled and I pushed but we could not get it to move. It was then that I glanced down and saw the arrow stick out of the horse neck. Whoever shot it could not be too far behind.

I yelled a Mirzam to leave me and to go to the gathering. I then even tried to use my sly tongue to convince him that he should save himself. He yelled back saying that I could not convince him and that I should know better than to try my powers on him. He then grabbed me and said he would not be the one to tell my mother that he left me behind.

We tried again to lift the horse and we could not. It was then that I sung the song of half and half. As soon as I wiggled slightly out of existence I moved my leg from under the horse. I then limped to a tree and sat down. I quickly search for a branch and asked Mirzam to pull my leg straight. I place the branch in my mouth and bit down waiting for Mirzam to pull my leg straight. He looked up and away startled. He did not have to say anything I knew the one who shot the arrow was approaching. I turned to look at our attacker.

He was a woodsman a ranger from a different tribe. I asked him why he attacked us, of course he did not reply. He looked at Mirzam and said if you move he dies. It was then that I notice a younger lad with four very large hounds surrounding him had a crossbow pointed at me. I yelled at him asking him to point that weapon someone else.

Mirzam tried to disappear but his magic failed him and he was committed. The large hounds came charging at both Mirzam and I. I took out my special lute and started playing a soothing melody to fascinate all those around me. The pain really affected my performance as only one hound was enthralled with my music. Mirzam was sapped and fell unconscious; I was bitten several times as I yelled at the boy to call off his dog.

They gagged Mirzam and tied us both up with poles used to carried us off like we were some wild boar. More woodsmen joined the two. Now their numbers were three adults and the one boy. During meal time I asked who was in charge. The older woodsman spoke up and said that should be obvious. I asked where they were taking us. He just grinned and continued to sharpen his knife. A final woodsman arrived with the monk Jonas over his shoulder.

One of them took an arrow and shot it upwards, as it soared in the air it whistle with a loud screech. My first thought was that the imposters had turned our allies against us. I should be so lucky with that train of thought. The fact of the matter was that these woodsmen were turning us over to the Viscothie army. It was then at that point when my heart sank. I know the dierfolk and the bearclan had their difference but I would have never imagined that the bearclan would betray us. I voiced that thought only to be mocked that it takes a dierfolk to speak like that.

The Viscothie riders arrived sometime later and we were thrown across the horse tied up. Mirzam and the Monk were unconscious and both Mirzam and I were gagged. I raised my head up and looked at the woodsman that was the leader. I saw the Viscothie nobleman toss him a coin bag for his services. I glared at him wanting my eyes to tell him that from this day forth he will always be a traitor in my eyes. Instead he chose not to meet my gaze. I can only imagine that he was too ashamed at what he done.

We rode for a while when one of the riders yelled and I saw Jonas was free and running into the woods. I wanted to help but I was gagged so I spent some time wiggling my tongue free. Three of the riders dismounted, two of them went after Jonas with swords drawn. The third secured the horses. I started to tell jokes to the commander in an attempt to aid Jonas. Instead my gift was being hampered once again. I can not help but to admire the Black Robes efficient manner of doing things, if we make it out alive I will have to borrow some of there tactics.

I was really hoping Jonas would get away or keep them at bay for a little while longer. But like so many times in the past he falls in combat. It was this time that I really wish things would be different. For one fleeting moment I hope Jonas would turn the tides and help us. Alas it was not to be. Instead we had come full circle; they had brought us back to the fort that we had assaulted. Perhaps I could use my sly tongue to talk my way out of this mess. That hope was slipping away as I saw the black robes march out one by one.

Looking at them I felt pride swell up in me. I was proud that I have not lost touch with who I am and what I am doing. I would never betray a clan member bearclan or dierfolk, nor would I commit evil acts. I always tried to remember what it is I am fight for. I am ready to make the supreme sacrifice. I will lay down my life to make sure the Black Robes do not get any opportunity to learn any valuable information from me. I dare not convey this to Mirzam because he would try to talk me out of it. I only hope that he can escape. Heck I even hope Jonas can escape. Perhaps I can give them some time. I think I have a plan!