This is the beginning of another story I had, but I’m not sure whether I should continue with it. So if you guys like it and wish for me carry on writing it then let me know. So R/R. Thanks Emma aka Littlewolf

Chapter 1.

Slave markets, they were the places where men and women of great power and wealth gathered to barter the worth of other peoples lives. Some came to in search of rare beauty to satisfy their own lustful needs, others came in search of individuals to help run their homes, care for their families; While a few came in search of those shackled by chains to set them free.

            Elves were latest craze to sweep the slave market, though the ageless ones were hard to find and even more difficult to trap. Being elusive by nature meant elves brought a high price tag to those who wished to buy them, and bought new wealth and power to the slave traders themselves.

Sentree was a town renown for its elven slave markets and today was no different. Lords and Ladies travelled from all over the continent in the hopes of purchasing a rare elf slave.

There was one difference in the event of the slave market on this early summer day, in that the offer of elven slaves had also tempted a man of great power from his own elusive home. The Dragon High Lord Rye’nilan, guardian and keeper of the six dragon races. He was dressed in simple leather armour with a heavy black cloak draped across his shoulders and held by a gold pin in the design of the dragon in flight. He carried a sword as his hip and a knife in his boot.

He surveyed to bidding silently as a young elven boy was paraded about the bidding platform, his long blonde hair catching the slight breeze playfully revealing several black streaks in his golden tresses. Rye’nilan sighed he saw nothing in this small band of slaves that took his fancy, turning to leave he noticed a several burly looking men in the holding area, struggling to keep someone from escaping.

Moving to investigate he was surprised to see a rather fragile looking elven woman fighting to get free. As he watched the struggle, he was amused how much trouble she was causing, she was delicately built, with dainty hands and flawless pale features her violet coloured eyes blazed as she berated her captures in her native tongue, her copper red hair flashing like fire in the warm sun.

“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” he enquired bemused, not once taking his eyes from the she-elf.

Two of the traders looked at him, while their comrades managed to contain the woman with a heavy blow to the jaw, which sent her sprawling to the straw covered ground.

The head trader grinned, “No sir, not anymore there ain’t”

Rye’nilan smiled curiously, “Tell me why was this girl not sold at market today?”

The bearded trader glanced at the she-elf, who was sat huddled in the corner of the pen watching them nervously “Ah, well as you can see my Lord, she’s not fit for sale just yet,” the man explained

“Oh, how so? She seems healthy enough” Rye’nilan mused.

“Well she’s a bit of a handful Sir, you know disobedient and the like, she needs to be broken in first”

Rye’nilan stared at the she-elf silently for a moment, as she stared back at him defiantly holding his gaze, unlike most slaves who would have known to lower their gaze, “Surely many find that a challenge, taming such a creature themselves.” He said looking at the trader. “What is you’re asking price for her?”

The she-elf’s eyes grew wide as the trader rubbed his hands together, “Well sir I couldn’t be asking no less than ten thousand gold pieces, she was a tricky one to trap you understand and I lost four men to her…”

Rye’nilan glanced at the she-elf in mild surprise “She killed four of you’re men?” he questioned sceptically.

The trader nodded, “Aye an injured two more”

As Rye’nilan watched he was surprised to see a gleam of satisfaction appear in the slaves eyes “Very well ten thousand gold pieces it is,” he nodded, Rye’nilan knew the price was way above what he had intended to pay for a slave but then he had not hoped to find such a desirable creature at market, but he deemed the price well worth the challenge he hoped to encounter.

            The she-elf fought the panic that rose in her stomach, she refused to speak the trade tongue, but she understood it and knew this noble had just bought her, as though she was a mere mule. Shifting slightly she backed away from the advancing traders, searching for a way out.

“Now then wench, just you calm down” a trader hissed grabbing her roughly by the hair, as she lunged away from them in attempt to get away.

She let a small cry of pain escape her lips as she was pinned roughly to the floor where a collar was placed around her neck and her bonds around her wrists were tightened.

 She was roughly dragged to her feet and the lead was handed to Rye’nilan, who gave her a lustful look before handing a bulging money pouch over the head trader.

            As she struggled against the bonds that bound her wrist and the collar that sat heavily around her throat, the she-elf tugged on the lead desperate to escape the nobleman.

Rye’nilan yanked the lead hard and gripped her forcefully by the arm so they were mere inches apart “Start accepting your new life and it will much more enjoyable,” he snarled.

The she-elf spat at him hatred clearly evident in her defiant stance. She glared at him holding her head proudly despite the collar “Enstrasca! Mesc zen calt ralnaro silren ensas mesc bestar yinac yasis qualcae val bethrin,” she snarled at him in her mother tongue.

Rye’nilan smirked slightly “I doubt you’d welcome death that easily, besides yielding to me will be most enjoyable I can assure you,” he whispered huskily against her ear.

 The she-elf looked horrified he understood what she had said, and that he intended to bed her, she pulled back as far as he would allow.

Rye’nilan moved a piece of his hair to reveal a neatly pointed ear “We are not so different you and I”.

The woman gasped trying to pull further away “Dark elf” she whispered weakly.

As they travelled towards the edge of Sentree, the she-elf was less resistant and followed silently her eyes down cast. Rye’nilan felt a rush of pride as he felt the eyes of his companions regard his new prize.

There was a rustle of wings as the three dragons snaked their long necks down to regard the she-elf more closely. The largest of the three winged reptiles a black Shadow Dragon looked at his Lord “My Lord Rye’nilan, she is a fine prize, but was it wise to take a forest elf?” the dragon asked his deep voice rumbling through the ground.    

Rye’nilan shrugged “I see no reason for alarm Renvale, I am a Dark Elf she is not, but we still of the same race, plus she has a fire I feel has been missing from my bed as of late”.