A Fantasy Story

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You know, this imprisoning of people is very much in keeping with _authentic_ elf-legends. That is, many traditional tales of elves, fairies, leprechauns, etc. involve them keeping humans as prisoners. If you ever see the old, old Disney movie "Darby O'Gill and the Little People" (featuring Sean Connery before he even did his first James Bond film!), you'll see that the imprisonment theme is part of it.


Joseph Ravitts, author of "Southward the Tigers"
 
Yes I know I loves ready old fairytales/ledgends etc. It seems that anything magical (well just about anything) always captures something or other. :D I read an old Celtic ledgend a little while ago. About theses two lovers...I don't remember what it's called but its about a man from the 'other world' a girl (from this world) and...it has a firefly...and umm...swans...and yeah...:eek:
 
Chapter Eight
Argo leaned heavily against the wall of his room. His father was going to be angry with him.... So very angry. He know he shouldn't have brought the mortal back with him, but he couldn't have just left her to die. Could he?
He felt the stubble on his face. "That shouldn't be there..." He whispered. "I'm an elf, I shouldn't be growing a beard! Why do I look so much like a human?" He closed his eyes in despair.
He pushed his hair away from his ears, and felt the tips. Good. They were still pointed, that was one thing that hadn't changed.
He was only half elf, but so were his brothers. Why didn't they start looking more like humans? What was it that made his hair brown and wavy, instead of black and dead strait? Why didn't his eyes slant slightly, and why where they more brown than green? Why was he so very different?
 
He was tired...very tired...it had been so long since he'd had a rest...his eyes closed slowly and he fell asleep.
The next thing Argo knew was that his father was shaking him gently awake. "Argo," he whispered. "Chaim and Dov want to see you."
Argo raised his head slightly. "Alright..." He nodded sleepily, and got slowly to his feet, yawning as he did so.
His father raised an eyebrow. "You're tired. How long is it since you've had a rest?"
"I just had one then."
"I mean a real rest, a full nights sleep?"
Argo shrugged. "Five days..."
"What did I tell you about doing that!" His father snapped. "It'll kill you!"
"What?" Argo jaw dropped. "You do it all the time! Anyway I can't die, I'm an elf."
His father groaned. "But not pure elf, you don't know if you can die or not."
"Do you know?"
Argo's father didn't answer, just slowly stepped out of the room. At the last moment he turned slowly. "Get some rest Argo... Chaim and Dov can wait." Argo couldn't be certain, but he thought he saw tears in his father's eyes.
 
Why will he die?
Because he won't get enough sleep?
Because if it was that way for me, I would have died a long time ago!

Please post more when you have some!
 
Chapter Nine
Frida stared at the room. Apart from the bed she was lying on, and a small table with a candle and a pitcher of water it was empty. There were no windows, and the only door was thick and locked. The only light came from the candle.
She slid out of bed and walked over to the door. She knocked slowly, wondering if the elf who had 'captured' her would come back.


(that's all I have!)
 
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