Chapter 246- Elsie's Story

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The Sun anchored the rays against the skies in a splendour of warm, amber tint. The clouds hovered the skies, its aqua timber cascading through the exterior in a well-sewn-out art of nature. Six figures walked out of the Border Town, their gazes scanning the dandy landscape of their surroundings as two men sneered at them at the gates. Merthy led her group while Safara stood at the other side, their gazes filled with determination. "We'll split into two groups and go after them separately". Safara said as she glanced at Merthy. "The Blind Swordsman was taken East while the Wolf girl was taken West from here". Merthy stared at her with a puzzled gaze. Her brows furrowed deeply. "Why are you helping us?" She asked. Safara sighed as an image of plum appeared in her head. "Perhaps he's not as crooky as I thought". 'Crooky?' Merthy thought with a raised brow as she looked away. "They should be fine, perhaps even planning on their escape...we should be there for them when they escape. That's the plan". Merthy's teammates nodded in response. "Harry and I will go with Safara to the East. Cartwyn, lead the others West". With a sigh, she looked up at the sky. "Let's just hope we'll find them safe". **** Elsie woke up with a loud thud, a lingering pain spreading from her forehead as she came to. The sounds of metal rattling and people conversing pierced through her ear as she groaned in pain. Opening her eyes, she looked up to find the roofing of a cage, as she rubbed her forehead from the pain. She glanced around her in confusion, the familiar scenery slowly taking root in her chest. 'No....Oh No..No...' She thought as she looked down. Her arms were bound by cuffs, a metal alloy of familiar material. She attempted to use her magic, but to her utmost dismay, she couldn't. "Oh...the mutts awake". A man's voice pierced through her thoughts as she looked up in alarm. Her gaze flickered with emotions. "Hello, dear, beauty". The man teased as another slapped him across his back. "Don't compliment the beast. We need her to know her place so we can sell her off for the right price". The man said with a slight tint in his voice. Behind him was a fireplace where three women were seated quietly on beast hides, and next to the Chieftain was the Chief advisor, Rabakar Darkpelt, and also the children's teacher. "I have said this time again and again, Elsie, but you are Darkpelt, and your true abilities will not be revealed until you accept the darkness that comes with that name". Elsie dug her flesh with her nails as she lowered her head from her father's wrath. They had just finished their lecture with the teacher, and she was once again receiving the same lecture from her father after failing to accept the Darkness attribute of her clan. "Chieftain, she is remarkably proficient with the wind technique...let her master that instead. The darkness isn't for everyone". Rabakar said, his elderly tone taking play in his voice. He had been the royal teacher for three generations but never had he seen anyone like Elsie. "Father, aren't you being too hard on her? She's proven herself in every other field". Elark Darkpelt, the first son of the Chieftain, asked with a firm voice. This was something they had experienced countless times already, but their father's persistence was warranted. Every wolf tribe had an element they were born for. The Darkpelt tribe was darkness; the Sunpelt tribe, light; the Redpelt tribe, flames; the Bluepelt tribe, water; and the Greenpelt tribe, wind and earth. Elsie of the Darkpelt tribe had an unimaginable affinity for the wind element, making her one of the rarest cases seen. It was contradictory to her father, who had the highest affinity for the dark element, and her brothers, who had also shown abilities that made use of the Dark element, but it was different for Elsie. Rakabar had tested her for the dark element, and her affinity for it was also as high as her father's, perhaps even capable of surpassing him if she were to work hard enough, but she was incapable of manifesting it. Her case was rare and even looked down upon by many of her peers, but her affinity for the wind, which was similar to the Greenpelt tribe, made room for doubt in her birth story. "Be quiet, Elark. The quicker your sister showcases her talents, the faster we can quell the dispute in the village. This is a matter of great concern, not something a pup can have a say in". Vanzark said with a stern tone as he glared at his son, his crimson eyes glowing. Elark sighed and bowed, relieving himself from their conversation while Elsie looked up at her father. "I am as capable as I am, father. I just can't...." she said, her voice lowering with each sentence. "I just don't like the darkness". Rabakar sighed while the Chieftain clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How dare this child. The Darkness is your heritage. It is your birthright. How dare you shawn it because you are scared of it?". His tone was laced with annoyance as he turned to his chief advisor. "Increase her training and reduce her free time. We must show the villagers that she is part of us. Reveal the darkness within Her!" He ordered, and the man, with a sigh, bowed in response. "As you wish, my chief". He said in reference when a whimper pierced through the air. The chief widened his eyes in shock as he turned towards his daughter, watching as tears streamed down her eyes. Elsie sobbed, her hands covering her eyes as she suddenly stood up and rushed towards the exit. "Elsie". Her brothers called, but without turning back, she left the room, leaving a heavy presence behind.

Chapter 246- Elsie's Story

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