A Fantasy Story

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*cries with Lady Chloe*

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Not fair...


Even though I think that I read all of your stories...
 
Chapter Seven
Petra blinked her eyes open. Where was she? She felt a little dizzy, and the bump on her head hurt, but not to much. She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked around her.
The room she was in was small and well lit. There were windows everywhere letting in vast amounts of light, ever colour of the rainbow, she realized that the windows were made of stained glass. The walls, floor and curved roof where all made of white wood. It was the most beautiful place she'd ever seen.
She pushed aside the blankets and swung her feet out of the bed, and stood up slowly. Her legs felt weak for a moment, but she was soon able to stand without quaking. She went over and looked out one of the windows, getting quiet a shock as she did so. This house, or whatever it was, was in the top branches of a giant tree. She was so high above the ground it made her dizzy. She took a step back.
"Awake I see." Said a voice behind her.
Petra spun around. The speaker was an elf, she knew that much, and he was wearing a crown, so he must be royalty of some kind. His clothes were of beautiful material and beautifully made. Her ones were hardly more than rags. "What am I doing here?" She asked quietly, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "Why did you take me away from my home?"
The elf sighed, "I did not take you away."
"Then how did I get here? What do you want with me?" Her voice shook, for she was afraid of him.
"I want nothing of you." The elf answered, sitting down in one of the white wicker chairs. He motioned to the other. "Please sit." Petra slowly lowered herself into the chair, her blue eyes never leaving the elf's face. A slight noise made her glance toward the door way. She saw another elf. He was watching her keenly.
"I believe you know my son Argo."
"Argo is your son?" The girl's eyes widened. "But he's no Shee...I mean...elf..."
The elf smiled. "Not pure elf, no. Half elf, half man."
 
"He never told me..." Whispered Petra, her eyes suddenly became angry. "Why? Why didn't he tell me? Did he bring me here? What's going on?!?" Suddenly she moaned, and clutched her head with one hand.
"Would you like a drink?" The elf asked getting to his feet, and stepping toward a table that held a pitcher of water and several cups.
"No," Said Petra firmly.
"You really should drink."
"How would I know it's not poisoned?" Petra shoved her thick fringe out of her eyes angrily. "We where always told that Eleven food is poison, for humans."
The elf shrugged, pouring a cup of water all the same. "I've never know it to be, anyway it's not food, is it? Just water." He held the cup out to her.
Petra turned away from him, and got to her feet, walking over to one of the windows. "Take me back," She said quietly, a tear running down her face. "Please, just take me back."
The elf silently but the cup back in it's place. "There is no poison in the water. I promise you that. But I can't take you back. You can never go back."
Petra shut her eyes. "If I don't go back, I will die."
"All humans die," were the elf's final words as he left the room.
 
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