"Dragons? Dark elves?" I questioned.
"No, Your Highness. It's...the...dark ones."
I cannot recall exactly what went through my head during the few short seconds after hearing the phrase ‘Dark Ones’. Neither can I remember how exactly I left the hall. All I could remember was that one moment I was standing by the round table, and the next I was sprinting out of the hall.
"Arrelia, wait!"
Ganalorn was dashing right behind me, sword already drawn. I didn’t stop to pay him the slightest attention. All I knew was rage, and the burning desire to send those abysmal creatures back to the hole they crept out from.
The first scream that pierced the entire camp came from a little bit ahead of me. A few soldiers were charging forward already, but I was already ahead of them all. My hands had be
