The moon pierced the pitch black sky above the Gwilikith Mountains while casting a pale sort of crystalline glow upon the raw terra below. Various clouds made their subtle way accross the sky as their shadow's seemed to dance upon the mountains below. From time to time the moon would be uncovered for quite some time as it seemed to make the mountains of Gwilikith glow almost as if they were covered in snow. It had been silent for a great while it seemed yet a disturbane soon created a climax to this glowing night. A small cloaked figure, no taller than five feet in height, took the trails at a great rate of speed. His footsteps were barely heard amongst the soft blowing winds that caressed the mountains. Large boots could be heard trailing the hooded figure. The boy did not look back he could not all he could do was keep running. He could not remember why these people were chasing him nor had he any recollection of ever harming them.
The subtle beeze danced over the cloake boy's cheeks as they turned a soft rosy red. He had been running for some time now and he had absolutely no idea as to where he was being chased to. For some strange reason he felt as if he was being hearded into a sort of trap. The hooded boy could hear the swords of the five or six that were following him. The clanking of the sheath of a sword against the belt of its carrier was unforgetable. Ever so slowly he could feel them gaining on him. Every step he took seemed to bring him closer to his enemies. The cloaked boy's harsh breathing was fast paced and heavy like a wounded animal being chased by its hunters that just waited for it to fall from its injury.
The hooded boy's short brown hair tossed too and fro as his beaming ocean blue eyes seemed to glow from the moon's pale and subtle light. Various sounds of raw steel rubbing up against itself was a signal that the boy's followers now chased with sword in hand and knew that they were close enough to strike. All went silent as a clearing could be seen between two peaks where the travelled trail ended and came to a clearing. All that could be heard were the footsteps of those hunting and the breathing of the hunted. The boy had a sword and would have turned to use it but he was outnumbered by far along with the fact that he was only a little child.
A loud cackling could be heard as Ember walked from the other side of the clearing, stopping just short inside from the trail which continued behind her. The blue glow of the moon mixed with the glow of her spell faerie fire which engulfed her body, tinting it a soft shade of blue rather than it's normal orange. She had sent the men to find the boy and bring him to her but the boy had proven difficult to catch. A strong gust of wind blew across the clearing, taking up Ember's long ebony hair which shimmered blue as well as glowed with faerie fire, she outstretched her arms toward the little boy, a smug smile spread over her face, knowing well that the boy would not want to go willingly into an embrace with her.
"Well well, if it isn't my dearest Lance. Why don't you come to Ember?" She attempted to sound innocent, trying to persuade him to come easily, though she was sure after chasing after him for so long that he'd turn to run the other way. By this time, the men that had been chasing the boy came up behind him, stopping at the end of the trail that they had come from. "I won't hurt you." The smug smile curved unnaturally across her face as she lied. Ember bent low to the ground so that she was more his height in order to gain a bit more persuasion.
It was not long ago that Ember had learned of the little boy named Lance. She was called in by an unknown man who claimed to have a high market for servants, more often known to be slaves. It was told to her that Lance was an orphan, that he had no family and he would do well as a slave. Much better as that than he would out in the world alone. The only problem was that Lance did not want to leave his free life as a boy to become a slave or servant and had run from Ember and her men when they had gotten too close too soon.
The small cloaked boy came to a stop as his gaze fell upon the woman who had just entered his line of vision. She was beautiful as her strange shade of red and blue glittered in his eyes. The cloaked boy knew that the moon played some part of the trickery in this, but for some reason his mind just refused to believe it. It was enchanting and almost fully hypnotic. The small shrouded boy slightly tilted his head as he heard his name called before him. He knew that there was a hint of trickery in her motive but once more could do nothing. He completely forgot about the men who approached from behind. He forgot about his being forever lost from the family which he had never remembered. Images of a mother cloaked in shadow, hands outstretched towards him in tender loving care, flashed across his mind. A small smile became translucently plastered upon his face as if he had become lost in another world which was much greater than this one.
The shrouded elven boy started to slowly walk towards the woman who now was looking at him upon his own level. Her words still reverberating throughout his mind; constantly replaying itself over and over again. Though just before he reached the woman before him he stopped once more and fell to his knees. His blessing of being able to sense another's motive had now become his curse. Tears of blood streamed down his cheeks as the smile still remained, yet over time it began to feign as the image of the mother like woman in his mind strayed into an abysmal darkness that tried to pull him down with it. The look upon his face became of fear and desolation.
Tears of crimson blood continued to stream down his flustered cheeks though at a slower pace then before. The cloaked elven boy tried to get up but could not for the moment. All of his muscles failed him and it seemed for him to be over. Visions of chains and whips stained with blood subdued his entire being. Ever so slowly the boy lowered his head to the ground as blood cursed the terra below. He then looked up into the woman's eyes. A small whimper escaped his lips as his look was confused and sad for he could not tell whether or not he was angry or just afraid...
Disgust quickly overtook her features as she watched the boy turn. If only for a few more moments he believed that she was sincere and innocent then he would surely be in her grasp right now. But as it was, he had suddenly changed, beginning to cry red tears which to Ember was quite strange. She had seen many little boys of all races in the past and none of them had cried in her presence aside from those that were under the age of four or five. Even those little boys hadn't cried red tears, it was definitely something she had never seen before.
Groaning loudly while shaking her lowered head in the palm of her hand, Ember slouched in her squatted position. The groan growing louder and more high pitched as she screamed out in the night, having enough of this chase that he had given to her and her men.
"What is your problem boy? You run and you run, why do you not just come with me and my friends here?" Her voice was more sharp than it had been as she began to yell at the little boy who appeared frightened and confused to her. "You have no family, what is the difference in where you go?" Standing again, she brushed back her hair so that it was off her shoulder as she began to walk toward him now. Her men, who hadn't left the area, began to spread around the backside of the boy, creeping closer as Ember did.