Not everything is Dark and Light

Falling in Love in the Madness

Vuren woke in the morning with an odd sense of bliss about him. Usually his dreams were unpleasant recounts of past events. Friends lost. Villages slaughtered. Mistakes made. But that morning he was relaxed and as he looked over to his right-hand side he could see why.

Nifeerein was still soundly asleep on his right shoulder her cheek nestled in so deep it was pushing back into her own face. Vuren smiled at the strange smouching of the skin as he looked at her hand that was lying upon his chest. Her thumb had buried itself deep within the large scar across Vuren’s chest and he shook his head at it as the sun gradually brought itself over the horizon. He could feel the warmth off Nifeerein’s hand and cheek as she breathed in and out gently. The heat of her breath made the hairs on Vuren’s chest stand up but he was not complaining. Instead he let her sleep while he watched her perfect face scrunch up on his shoulder. He smiled as it happened as whatever would be said in the moments after Nifeerein woke Vuren knew that he would forever hold in his life a perfect moment.

Nifeerein stirred after a few minutes and she lifted her face off Vuren’s shoulder. The numb pain for the continuous force of her head made her c***k and twist her jaw in order to loosen it. She did it without a care until she opened her eyes and saw Vuren staring back at her then she turned coy and relaxed back into him.

“Morning.” Vuren said hoping her shyness would wear off.

“Hello.” Nifeerein said formal as ever as she pulled her hand off of Vuren’s chest.

“Are we… gonna… I don’t know like talk about this or?” Vuren said with Nifeerein’s bashful demeanour rubbing of on him.

“I think…” Nifeerein began but realised she had nowhere to go. She was unsure where to go. She wanted to be with Vuren in her more primal and selfish part but when she thought about the logic of it all it changed. She was a queen and although she ignored it yesterday she had to make decisions for the best of her people. She was their guider in the dark and these were dark times. With the conflict between the light and dark elves in a pivotal point it would be foolish to throw it all away. A political marriage would be best for all her people but she did desire Vuren and that could not be ignored.

“I do not know.” Nifeerein eventually answered as she sat up. The light hit her dark skin and Vuren watched in amazement as her purple skin twinkled in the skin light.

“Yeah. You got a kingdom. I get it” Vuren said as he slowly came to his own conclusions.

“No, it is not that. Well…. I do…” Nifeerein stuttered for words as she looked around trying to find anything that would give her some help.

 “It’s cool. Just forget I said anything. We should just get going regardless.” He quickly changed the subject not wanting to discuss their fling any further.

Although it was morning and both their voices were a bit more raspy than usual Nifeerein felt she detected a slight bit more pain in Vuren’s voice than usual. She wanted to confront him on it, let him know exactly where her stance was but Vuren just walked off to see how Agro was doing.

Agro, in usual form, was up and was happily munching away on the grass outside. As Vuren approached her she snacked on a large wildflower and made a snorting noise.

“Come on girl. You know the script.” He told her as Vuren gently rubbed her neck. Agro groaned in annoyance then raised her head in surrender.

As Vuren pulled her along to the cave the other horse they had stollen was drinking from the slow running stream nearby. Vuren had not bothered to take the reigns or saddle off of that horse and as such knew it would take them but mere moments to get back on the trail as he had getting Agro’s saddle on down to a fine art.

As he began his process Nifeerein got dressed. She tried to hide herself but she secretly wanted Vuren to look. The desire he had for her was so alluring. She felt stronger whenever he looked at her. Years of being told, not directly but through social interactions, that she not desirable meant that when Vuren paid attention to her in that manner she fell for him. It was an obvious move. Someone looked at her in that way and she jumped on it but Nifeerein questioned if she even wanted Vuren as he was an adventurer and her a queen, their lives could not be anymore different. Would she be interested in him past his alluring exterior as inside was a nice and kind man but their commonalities were barley existent. Could they entertain the notion of being with one another past the first few months? Then their was her kingdom which was also at the forefront of Nifeerein’s mind. She could not abandon them when they needed her. She needed to wed the light elf prince for the sake of peace but she knew if she did she would never be looked at the way Vuren looked at her.

Nifeerein continued to dress but she swiftly realised that Vuren was not looking. As she glanced over she could see his attention was solely on Agro as she slung the saddle across her back and started tying it down. She felt saddened by the lack of glancing on his part. If it was any other man she would be appalled by them calling them perverted names and the like but when Vuren did it she felt strong and she wanted him to do so. It was a strange feeling wanting someone to look at her and she giggled to herself as she know knew how the Moffat twins acted whenever they were in public gathering as they would always present themselves in ways so the other s*x could see them a better angles. They wanted to be seen but Nifeerein was never wanted in that way until now. She never understood it until Vuren was around.

As Nifeerein thought on why he was not looking she started to think on how Vuren talked when she said she did not give him a straight answer. She wondered if that was his reason for staying unto himself but those thoughts were quickly replaced by panicked ones as she saw a light elf run out from the bushes and try to attack Vuren.

“Look out.” Nifeerein screamed to Vuren who had already seen the light elf and unsheathed his kukri. His sword was laying on the cave floor a few meters away but Vuren did not have time to reach it.

The light elf swung wildly at Vuren who rolled through and dodged with ease. He was thankful the light elf was poorly trained as with his reach advantage Vuren knew this fight was in his favour.

The elf regained his footing and lunged forward to try and pierce Vuren. His lunge was easily avoided again and Vuren saw the opening the elf had left for him on his left side.

Vuren pushed the light elf’s blade which loosely hung in the air after it failed attack on him. this off balanced the elf even more and he stumbled in place. Vuren closed the gap and brought the kukri up to the light elf’s throat in one swift motion, one too swift for Nifeerein or the light elf to see what had happened.

“Drop the sword.” Vuren seethed as he stared the light elf down.

Complying with his instructions the light elf tossed the sword to one side and held his hands up instinctively.

Vuren stood there for a moment and pondered what to do. His first instinct was to kill the elf and be done with him but he knew that was an immediately solution to an ongoing issue. Vuren knew that if he killed this elf another would come and another after that until he was too tired to defend Nifeerein and Jult got what he wanted. Vuren needed a permanent solution and he had just the idea.

“Run back to Jult and tell him to meet us at the abandoned Romero mansion. He’ll know where it is.” Vuren instructed the light elf through gritted teeth to ensure the intimidation factor was kept to a high standard.

Vuren pulled his blade back from the light elf’s neck and took a step backwards to allow him some room. The light elf though only stayed in place keeping his arms raised. Looked at Vuren then Nifeerein then back to Vuren the light elf’s confusion was written all over his face.

“Did I stutter?” Vuren asked him as the stare down continued.

The light elf, think better than waiting for another second, took off the same way he came in a flash. He darted away with no intension of coming back but even so Vuren kept his blade unsheathed for a few extra seconds just to ensure he would not make a foolish mistake.

“It was a scout.” Vuren said as he placed the kukri back in his scabbard. “Main group will be a couple of miles back so we gotta go.”

Vuren then whistled for Agro who had jogged off when the light elf appeared. He was still in sight and had only fled as far as the river where the other horse remained undisturbed. Agro came obediently though and Vuren continued his work on strapping in his saddle hastily.

Nifeerein, who was now fully dressed, poked her head out of the cave and tried to spot anymore intruders. Silently watching for a few seconds but seeing nothing she turned to Vuren who had just finished to finally loop in Agro’s saddle.

“What was all that?” Nifeerein asked confused.

“We’re gonna finish this.”.