please note this is a short story based off what might be a huge long one and kinda starts in the middle. Maybe one day I'll write the whole thing...

Deora, the general of a small rebellion army sat around a dimming camp fire and stared into its embers as if it held the answers to the questions she desired or perhaps in hopes it would burn away her sins her God would never forgive her for. Her Elf body was slender, but strong and her figure was rigid with tone muscle and the occasional battle scar. But she was still beautiful, despite her aggressive nature. Her strawberry blonde hair curled down her back and around her face as her amber's eyes sizzled into the dieting flames.

"Deora." A deep rigid voice spoke her name and she did not move to identify it for herself.

"Yes, Barnubius." She spoke solemnly never looking at him as he came to join her by the fire. Barnubius was a huge man, some would even consider him a giant. He was busting at the seams with muscles and only owned one good eye, the other held a battle scar that ran from his forehead to the tip of his nose. Though despite his intimidating features, he was a humble man, and the only human Deora would ever willingly trust.

"Why are you not resting for tomorrow?" He questioned her as the last ember sizzled, pooped and burned out. Leaving a small trail of smoke behind it.

"Because tomorrow holds no promises for victory." Her answer was quick, yet sutle. She took a deep breath in and released it slowly. " I never wanted to be a warrior, Barnubius." He showed no expression to the comment, as if it were no surprise.

"Then what do you want, malady?" He smirked at the questioned, gear to see her response.

"I want..." she paused in hesitation "I want to settle down somewhere...with someone...maybe start a family..." silence filled the air before Barnubius gave his answer.

"You know, Deora of Amarius...you'll ALWAYS be royalty...and you can run from it now...but eventually, you'll have to return home. You're father was a mighty warrior, just as you, fought many battles, won many and lost his share. But when it was over, he did the same as you, he lived as a KING and was still happy. I would know, I fought beside your father just as I fight beside you today."

Deora just smiled to herself "Royalty isn't ready for a princess like me Barn, not yet anyway. I ran away from the sheer fact that I couldn't stand being a repressed woman, let a lone a proper one. Someone had to protect the kingdom sense father passed on." They both chuckled slightly until Deora hushed them both in a sharp silence. "Do you smell that?" quiet as all she got as an answer. "It's smoke!" She pivoted around to the north to see a warm glow in the near distance. "Shit, Shit, Shit!!! The enemy's made a day advance against us to the village!"

Deora grabbed a pot and banged it with rock as she moved across the camp site "WAKE-UP WAKE-UP!" she ran to her horse and mounted it bareback while grabbing her broad sword with her bow and quiver of arrows. She slammed her heels into the beasts white hide. He reared back before darting into the distance, only to hear Barnubius yell her name across the grassy field. She knew her men weren't far behind her, but were behind her all the same, and she couldn't wait. She armed her bow and launched an arrow through the jugular of one of her known enemys. Again she armed herself and pulled her arm back to release another straight shot arrow into her oposer. Blood shot from their necks as their inhumane screams and cries of agony were released into the night air as she beheaded, trampled and pinned them to walls with metal arrows and sword. As the sun began to rise, the filed had been strewn with bodies. Though fewer than expected.

"Twenty?! They sent a fleet of Twenty into the village?!" Deora screeched with anger. "Of course...it was just a game...to throw us off their timing." She pulled one of her arrows from one of the corpses, most of it dimpled and eaten away. "Acid...their defense mecanisim...though only can be entered into another creature by their talons...it still runs through their blood." She threw the damaged arrow to the ground in disgust. "Ace, Lee, scan the outer regions of the field for any kind of tracking. Find out where they were coming from." She tied a silver rope around one of the corpses bodies and mounted her horse "Everyone else follow me, I'm going to have a word with the King." She rode up to the castle gates, still covered in blood, sweat and grit from the early morning battle. "Open the gates!" She screamed at the gate holders who quickly did as they were told. She dismounted her steed and began her walk up the steps to the palace with the corpse dragging behind her. When she arrived at the front doors that would normally take four to five men to open, she merely slammed her palms against it and it instantly revealed the palace hall as if the doors weighed nothing.

The King was well fed and short, as most human kings seem to be and was placed upon his noble thrown at the crude entrance of the army leader.

"Deora! Just WHO do you think you are?! I don't care if you're the leader of the most powerful army in this whole cur-"

"Shut the hell up!" She scorned, her amber eyes lit with the fire of rage.

The King was riddled with speechlessness and shock. How could a mere woman talk to him like that? "How DARE-"

"SIT DOWN!" Her voice echoing off the high ceiling walls and marble flooring. He did as he was told, fear stricken at the site of her apparent anger. She walked forward, the rest of her men staying no less than ten feet back, they knew better. She slammed her hands down on the arm rests of the kings chair and stared at him, her eyes wild. "You...You pompous over stuffed wind bag!" She went to strike him, but stopped herself. She slowly let her hand fall down by her side and straightened herself, only to raise her voice her again. "NOW you see what can happen when we're not allowed to be stationed in the village! Five of your people burned to death last night because of your ignorance! YOUR IGNORANCE!" She grabbed the rope hard and jerked the corpse up to the foot of the thrown. "THIS is your enemy!" The King was shaking with new found fear. "The enemy is called the Soreth. They move like snakes but climb like spiders...their jet black skin hides them from predators such as myself at night time. Their tuff skin acts as an armor against weapons and their yellow feline eyes burn at you from the shadows. They're ruthless, unethical warriors. Trained to know nothing but death and murder...and will stop at nothing to achieve that. Their only weapons are the long 12 inch talons at the end of their fingertips. Once slice with those and its only a matter of second before your eyes desentrigrate...black poison fills your veins and your intestines become inside out. I've seen many battlefields strewn with such gore...and nothing compares to seeing your own comrades...dieing...slowly." By the end of her description her voice had become a harsh whisper. Then the king threw something at her feet, she kicked it lightly and it jingled the sound of gold coins.

"Hopefully that will be enough for you to protect me."

Deora unsheathed her sword and lunged at the King holding the blade to his throat. "I don't protect royalty and royalty alone! And I especially don't protect Kings like you! I protect the kingdom and the kingdom alone...never will i solely devote myself to defending one person unless its a comrade!" She slowly withdrew her sword and grabbed the Soreth corpse and threw it at his feet "A present from the enemy." She released a maniacal chuckle before grabbing the sack of money and making her exit.

"Wait! Thief! That's my money!" The King hollard.

"I'm not thief for taking the money you offered for a different purpose than what you intended." Deora pivoted around on her heel and made her exit, the men following a distance behind her.