Even though the morning was still young, Wisym could feel the darkness sweeping over the city of Lone Peak. Maybe it was the presence of all the banners displaying the large comet.
Or perhaps it was the chanting of the priests that seemed to occupy every other street corner.
She, Teresa, and the two Wood Walkers kept a swift pace as they moved from the upper district down to where their home base was.
For the moment it seemed like the news of two Wood Walker elves present in the city had not yet spread to the lower districts.
Wisym hoped their luck would continue to hold on.
Doing their best to move quickly, but not draw attention to themselves, the four of them descended the first major steps that would bring them into the city's residential area. They would have to pass through this main thoroughfare before they could descend once again to the lower businesses and the safety of their coffee shop.
The main road through the houses of Lone Peak was wide and led straight to the next set of stairs.
It would only take minutes to walk briskly from one side set of stairs to the other.
Their task would have been much easier were it not for the ten elves in orange robes who blocked their way forward.
"Let us pass," Teresa said threateningly as they approached the group of priests. Four of them carried menacing looking flails while the others held spears.
"Certainly," an elf in the middle said. He was the shortest of the group, but gave off an intimidating aura of leadership.
"Just have these two,” he said, motioning to Elen and Eren, “remove their robes."
Wisym was thinking fast. The Wood Walkers were not carrying weapons. She only had a small dagger clipped to her waist. Teresa's two swords were fixed firmly to her back. That still left one of the Wood Walkers and Blume weaponless. The odds were not with them in this uneven encounter.
"You have no right to order them, nor do you have authority in the city," Teresa shot back at them.
The short one gave Teresa a grim smile.
"We have authority wherever the emperor dwells," he replied.
Slowly, the line of priests was becoming a circle as the outer ones began to step around the group. Wisym knew the time for action was soon.
"You are threatening the wrong crowd," she called to them. "In our midst is a general, a warrior princess, an adept Speaker and two warriors."
Blume gave a slight groan that Wisym tried to ignore.
"This is your last chance," said the short priest. "Remove the robes or be returned to the head of our order."
Wisym stood with her back to Teresa now. Eren and Elen were both standing defensively beside them. The four of them encircled Blume, who Wisym saw was grasping at her necklace and whispering furiously.
She hoped whatever the girl was planning would work.
That was when the cart burst through their midst.
"What's the hold up!?" came a shout. "If I don't get these down to the docks the captain will kill me!"
A young man with a short beard and heavy temper was attempting to drive his donkey driven cart through the middle of what would soon be a fight.
It was all the distraction Wisym needed.
"Now!" she bellowed.
And before any of the priests could recover from nearly being bowled over by the cart full of barrels, their party ran past and began to fly towards the steps.
Wisym risked a glance backwards and saw that the foreign elves were not going to give up so easily.
Every one of them was pursuing them down the streets, shouting and brandishing their weapons over their heads.
As they reached the stairs, Wisym saw that a group of merchants was blocking their way. She thought for a moment that they would be caught, when Blume grabbed hold of the stone rail, jumped on top of it, and began to slide down.
“Brave and dangerous,” Wisym said as she reached the railing herself. She first encouraged Teresa over, who only hesitated for a moment before attempting the same maneuver. The other side of the stairs was at least a hundred feet below. Next Eren and Elen, their robes flapping in the wind and revealing far too much of their origins to the crowd at large.
The group of priests were feet away when Wisym cast herself onto the rail and slid down the stone structure.
Wind whipped at her hair and the friction between her legs was causing her to become uncomfortably hot. But the feeling of near flying was exhilarating. Faster and faster she slid, until the bottom of the stairs came into view. She realized the ground was coming at her far too fast. Hugging her legs against the rail and grasping the smooth stone hard with her hands, she managed to slow herself just enough to not crash painfully at the bottom.
She still landed less gracefully than she would have liked, but seeing that the rest of the group hadn't fared any worse, she pushed them on.
Teresa was indicating up above them that the priests seemed unwilling or unable to come down the railing and had been slowed by the bottleneck on the stairs. Wisym thanked the suns that they had a head start on their pursuers. With a grunt, she urged the group on towards the coffee shop.
They ran through streets and alleys, avoiding the elves in orange robes whenever they saw them. Wisym knew the shop was only a few stores ahead, so she shouted for them to run even faster. Within moments, the four of them were inside the store, Blume was the only one Wisym had stepped in front of.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of the store, she knew everything was wrong. The stone tables were smashed. The counter was upended. Bags of coffee beans littered the floor. And twelve elves with flails pounced on them. With a final motion, Wisym shoved Blume out of the doorway of the shop.
“Run!” she commanded, and slammed the door behind her, praying the girl would have enough sense to flee.
She turned to face their attackers and drew her knife. Teresa stood in front of her, blades drawn as well. Elen and Eren were both holding various pieces of stone or chairs that had been smashed.
“Put down your weapons,” a black haired elf robed in orange commanded.
“Not likely,” Teresa replied.
The elf grinned.
“Not even to save them?” he kicked open a curtain, revealing the Brewers and their young daughter.
Frederick was holding onto his wife and child stoically. His face was shining with sweat and a determined look that swore to Wisym that he would rather die than watch harm come to his family. Sara held little Lily tightly, both had tear streaks running down their cheeks. All their brown hair was roughed, as if they had struggled greatly against the bonds that now held their wrists and the cloth that gagged their mouths.
Wisym wanted to think about how to counter these elves. She wanted to try to consider how they had known to wait here for them. She wished her mind could think of anything beyond the faces of those she now looked into.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't bear it. Wisym remembered the tears of her own people as they had been attacked by goblins and men alike. She had seen far too many young children die in front of their parent's eyes.
“We go quietly,” she said. “If you leave first out the door. Lead us where ever you'd like. But spare the family.”
One of the elves stepped forward and brandished his whip at her.
“You'll barricade the place after we've left,” he accused. “We're no fools.”
“Burn the place down if we do,” Teresa said. “Their blood will be on our own hands.”
The elf looked back at the one who had spoken first. He seemed to be considering her words.
“Lay your weapons on the ground,” he ordered after a moment. “Then all but I will leave. You will step out of the door, but I will close it.”
He grinned at the company before adding, “And the family will be spared.”
Wisym hoped they would keep their word. But she wouldn't have the coffee shop owners dead because of her stubbornness.
Slowly, she placed her knife on the ground. Teresa followed suit with her own blades. Last of all, Elen and Eren begrudgingly laid down their own weapons. One by one, the elves filed out of the door.
The black haired elf grabbed Wisym roughly by the arm. She allowed herself to be ushered out without a struggle. She nodded back at the family, hoping to convey much more than a farewell with her action, before the elf behind her closed the door. Frederick nodded back, a knowing look in his eyes.
Back on the streets, Wisym scanned the area for Blume. She thought she saw a wisp of blonde hair poking out from behind a barrel across the street. She prayed the other elves hadn't noticed the girl and wouldn't go searching for her. With any luck, Blume could even get a message to Holve and the others.
In what appeared to be a fortunate twist, they were not being led back up to the House of Nobles, but rather in the direction of the docks. Everyone was supposed to be meeting down at the ship. If fate continued to be on their side, their own party might even see this procession and be able to intervene. Wisym wasn't going to trust that hope, however.
Her only concern now was plotting how to escape the mess they had gotten into.
The docks were a flurry of activity. It seemed like the elves were planning on leaving Lone Peak soon. Barrels of supplies were being loaded onto the ships and tall, muscular elves were organizing them on the decks of each of the large beautiful vessels.
Behind one of them, Wisym could just make out the topmast of the ship of Felicia's vessel, the black sailed pirate ship they had procured by Bestone. The larger vessels seem to dwarf it.
There was no way to tell if any of their party had already made it to the ship and before she could scan the docks thoroughly, they were being marched up a ramp onto the only ship the elves had brought with them that was decorated not deep purple, but in yellow and orange.
They were on the deck of the strange ship for only a moment before they were being forced down below.
Something told her this would be their last chance to escape. That being put below deck would secure their doom. She thought of the family they had left at the shop. Maybe they could flee. Maybe they already had. Would they be able to escape now and be able to still spare the lives of their gracious hosts?
She looked at Teresa, who seemed to be thinking the same thought.
As one, they turned on their captors and attacked. Wisym thrust her full body weight into the elf behind her, winding him. In the same motion, she grabbed his flail from his hands and swung it in high circles over her head. She sent it crashing into the first elf who came close enough and heard the bone in his ribs shatter.
Teresa had sent two elves to the ground with her fists and had just produced a dagger from one of their fallen bodies when a yell caused her to look away from her attackers.
The tall, deep voiced elf from the house of Nobles stood with the knife at Eren's throat.
"Drop your weapons, quickly, " he commanded, drawing a red streak of blood from the elf's throat. "This beast doesn't have much reason to live anyways."
Wisym and Teresa exchanged looks. Elen, who had managed to take down one elf herself was now being held by both arms as she struggled to get to her brother.
"Drop them!" the tall elf ordered again.
Wisym could see the blood run down Eren's neck and knew the elf was moments from a life ending cut.
Slowly, resentfully, she allowed the flail to fall to the ground. A clatter told her Teresa had dropped her dagger.
"Bind them," the elf named Cedric said. “As you should have done in the first place.”
Ropes were produced and three of them had their hands roughly tied behind their backs.
"Get them onto the ship," he said, not taking the knife away from Eren's throat. "Quickly."
Elen was still struggling against her captors.
"And him?" she asked Cedric.
In the melee, her robe had blown aside, revealing her Wood Walker attire. Her hood was completely off, exposing her matted and braided hair. She stood revealed to all around her, an obvious elf of the woods.
Cedric considered her a moment.
"You're all beasts to me," he said as his eyes narrowed in the slits.
With a flash of steel, he drove the knife into Eren's back and shoved him to the ground where he began to cough blood and writhe in pain.
Elen's screams of rage and anguish were silenced by the handle of one of the priests flails crashing into her head.
"What of it?" one of the priests asked, indicating Eren spluttering on the dock.
In answer, Cedric kicked the scrawny elf's body into the water.
"So begins the great cleansing," he said before walking up the ramp onto the orange ship.
It took three priests a piece to drag Wisym and Teresa onto the vessel. Another to drag Elen's limp body behind them.
They forced them onto the deck and then, just as quickly, directed them down below.
Wisym's eyes had difficulty in adjusting from the bright sunshine to the dimly lit area they stumbled through. Her captors were taking no care to be gentle with her or the other two. Her eyes adjusted just as soon as the distinct jingling of keys and opening of a metal door registered in her ears.
She barely had time to focus on the bars of the cell before she was thrown into it. With her hands tied behind her back, she had no way of bracing her fall. Her shoulder slammed into the wooden floor, sending a shooting pain all through her side. Teresa tripped over her sprawled body and hit the back wall. Elen was unceremoniously thrown into the cell behind them.
With a tone of finality, the door slammed shut and a lock clicked into place. The reality of the last hour's events began to sink into Wisym's mind.
Everything had gone terribly wrong.