A Fantasy Story

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Great job, Elindil! It's truly a wonderful story :) I may not reply for a while, I'm going to be away from TDL again. I hope you continue your story! :p God Bless!
 
Here's a little more, just so you know they aren't living happyly ever after! :D

The horse began to slow, as they entered the safety of the forest. Of course it wasn't really safety, only safety from the soldiers, there were many other things to be feared in here.
There were wolves, not just the normal wolves that one found outside the forest, the ones that lived here were huge, some almost the size of horses. Not only that, but they had a particular taste for human flesh. They were not scared of people, but they rarely left the shelter of the forest.
There were spiders, the size of a man's head, their webs as thick as rope. The river that ran through the forest was said to be full of leaches, man eating fish, and lizards that were at least six feet long, with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.
 
Yick! Spiders, wolves, leeches, man eating fish, and lizards...that's not a forest it's a new kind of jungle! I love this story!
 
There isn't anymore! :p I have to write it...*thinks* but I've changed the plot, alot, so it might be a little while! :D
 
Here's just a little tiny bit...I'll have some more VERY soon! :D

Suddenly the horse reared, frightened of something. It began to run, faster than before, dodging trees, jumping over creeks. There was nothing Leif or Frida could do to slow, or stop him. But then it stopped, so suddenly, that they both sailed over his head. So hard that they both fell unconscious.
 
Chapter Four
Frida slowly opened her eyes, she felt very dizzy after such a hard fall, and her mouth was burning. She looked around slowly, then gasped as she saw the eyes looking into hers. Beautiful green, slightly slanting eyes. Frida blinked, shook her head, and sat up, suddenly aware she was looking at a man. She pulled the front of her torn dress together, and looked around desprately for Leif. He wasn't there. "Who are you?" The man asked slowly, as if he had to think before saying each word. His voice had a strange accent, one Frida had never heard before.
The man was probably only twenty, not much older than her. He was dressed in rich green, and had a bow on his back, and a knife at his side. His black, strait hair fell half-way down his back, his skin was pale and his face smooth, and the green eyes never left her face. Frida thought him the most handsome man she'd ever seen.
"I...I'm Frida..." She wiped her mouth, it was still burning.
"I'm sorry," He said quickly, "I forgot how our wine burns you mortals, but I knew it would wake you. Here." He held out a flask, "Would you like some water?"
"Thank-you..." She took a grateful sip.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, "and where is the other? The man?"
"Leif?" She looked around, no Leif, no horse. "I don't know..." She looked worried. "I have to find him! Perhaps...Perhaps the wolves took him!" She shivered at the thought.
"Nay, my lady." Said the man, "They would have taken you also. Now, get on your feet. Quickly."
"Why?"
"We have to go."
"I can't go, I have to find Leif."
"Leaf?" The man asked, puzzled. "What is Leaf? Your horse?"
 
Okay here's more! :D

*for the 'other language' just read it backwards! :p'

"The man...Do you know where he is?"
"If I knew where he was, I wouldn't be asking you. Now get up." His voice hinted at something. Anger? Impatience?
"I'm not going with you, I have to find my..." She thought for a moment. "My husband." It was a lie, but perhaps it would help her.
"We must leave now, the others will find him."
"I'm not going until I know where he is!" Frida snapped. The man sighed.
"Frida, if you will not come with me now, I will have to force you to come. And believe me, mortal, you will not like our methods of forcing."
"If you touch me my husband will kill you."
"If he so much as tried, the archers all around us would kill him in an instant."
Frida glanced around, she could see no archers. "Stop trying to fool me. Where's my horse?"
Just then an arrow whizzed down from a tree, landing right next to her foot. She jumped. "Now my lady, will you come?"
"No," Frida sat on the ground, crossed her legs, and ran her fingers over the necklace Leif had given her. She stared at the ground.
The man sighed, "Alright." He stepped very close to her, and grabbed both her arms, pulled them behind her back, then he heaved her to her feet. He did it so fast that Frida didn't quiet know what was happening. He held her firmly, but not hard enough to hurt her. She struggled for a moment, but the man was to strong, surprisingly strong for one so slender.
"Dov!" The man called, "Evig em meht knird!" Someone from somewhere overhead dropped a small flask. The man caught it neatly pulled the cork out with his teeth, then pressed the bottle up against Frida's lips. "Drink." He commanded. Frida shook her head.
"Dov!" The man called again. "Emoc nwod ereh!"
Another man dropped down from one of the trees, a little shorter and perhaps a few years younger than the first but with the same build, same slanted green eyes and pale skin, and same black hair, only a little longer and tied back. "Dluow uoy eb os dnik sa ot nepo reh htuom?"
"Ylniatrec," The man replied. He forced Frida's mouth open. The man, or boy's grip was like iron.
"T'nod truh reh!" The first snapped.
"M'i ton." 'Dov' replied, he forced her mouth open, it didn't hurt her in the least. And very soon the first had emptied half the flask down her throat.
The mixture was very sweet, but still slightly bitter, it felt warm as it ran down her throat, and a soon as she'd drunk it Frida began to feel drowsy, a moment later she pitched forward into Dov's arms.
 
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