p; iacute; an gnomes made to build a city the size and importance of Vector in remote and inhospitable place. For all he knew, all of it was like a huge iceberg, with more than nine-tenths of rock excavated under the old mountains of the Thorn Forest and a labyrinthine network you ; tunnels that linked with inversemblantemente distant geographic locations. Probably that was the only explanation that the city had managed to survive the hellish winters Alpine, the decline of the first race and the subsequent flowering of the elven nations. A city and the old s & oiacute; a partial face, beautiful, though deeply drawn. A marked dark circles under eyes loomed burning with pent-up anger.
"Well ... How has stayed my Queen? Dagor King asked, finishing the door and into the room. He wore no escort. Guards never entered, or services in that part of the castle.
"Let go, bastard," snapped the prisoner, who was indeed a Queen. Arthia Queen Lillian, for more about girlse; ace. You know that I will not have a crisis until the evening.
- and risk having the whole world see you with that face? Dagor replied, fiddling with the chain hanging key. I'm afraid that may not, my Queen. Do you know what would happen if you lift the slightest suspicion about your ... little problem? Do you think that the people of Arthia would like to know your Queen is a monster?
"Damn spewing
as well as if they were covered by a thousand needles. The pain was back.
"It hurts, right? Dagor sarcastically asked, crouching beside her with a look of condescension. It seems that money affects you more than normal for the duration of the full moon. Even in human form, the small amount containing these irons well enough to keep you docile. I can not even imagine the torture that should become when you transform ...
In reply, the prisonerXC
Dagor Expression of King lost all tinge of fun and frivolity, becoming a hard mask and severe. He bent down again in front of her, sticking a steel-cold eyes of his sword and held her chin with one hand she vainly tried to evade. When he spoke, his voice was rough, as if he will stick to the palate:
- Still have not understood, Lillian, I love you with all my being?
***
was almost mid-afternoon when Father Draucandir reached the plateau on which stood the buildings of the city proud of Vector. I was exhausted by the climb, but that did not stop to enjoy its intricate architecture, so different from the constructions of elves and humans. Hard to believe that those buildings, apparently so complex and delicate, been there since even before the establishment of Arthia.
There would be time later for tourism. For the moment, had something to do, something that had been diverted on the way back.
A gnome barely taller than his own knee, with a beard and wrinkled face that even with the best intentions could have said age, he said the way through the little streets of the city surface. The man (he was a man, a human) that looked lived in a small hut in the lee of mountains, in what appeared to be the outskirts of the city. It diruled there without losing a moment, thanks to a particularly precise instructions (much more than could have been those of a human or an elf), soon found the place he sought.
A middle-aged man with a dark beard, went to open the door. After a moment of surprise, exclaimed:
- Draucandir Father! What are you doing here?
CHTis that time passes very well. In fact, you could not come at a better time, Father.
- Why do you ask?
James invited him. It was a one-room hut, which was used to time as kitchen, dining room and bedroom. Elliot smiled at him from what appeared to be the bed, looking tired but happy. In her arms a small child, still slightly bruised, appeared to doze, restless, shaking hands and closing in response to some kind of STD & am
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