I wish this was just a bad dream, but I know that it is not.
We have just escaped the Jail cells with our Masters out through the tunnel behind that Evil Passion and soon lost the sound of pursuit. Although if our night would have ended there I would be fine. But instead we found a Table with two chairs in the middle of the tunnel, and by the lack of dust in seems to be used often. I thought then that this might be a secret path back to the Kaer that we thought might exist. Yet Knowing that a path might exist and finding out that someone from the Kaer was working with the people on the outside was something totally different.
My greatest fears were known when Cortex found that the tracks from the table lead down another corridor and that corridor lead us to a stone wall that opened to a small personal library. I quickly wished that I spent more time in the class room instead of learning the Bow and Sword, for I realized that the books were in Elven, by a few characters that I recognized, but I never spent the time in school to learn how to read or even write in Elven. I always thought why bother, even speaks dwarf anyways. Boy was I wrong.
Feeling foolish about not being able to read the books I turned my head a found a small window that showed us the outside, it was full night but to my keen eyes I could clearly see that we were back in the Kaer. In fact the family that raised me would only be a few miles away. Eramos wanted to search the house that we were in, but I was anxious to get somewhere safe and to do it quickly. We were all tired and the Masters could hardly stand let alone walk for much longer.
To the great disappointment of the Windling we quickly located the front door and left the house, once outside I took a sharp breath. It could not be what I thought, I quickly turned around again to see the house and then back to the courtyard leading to the street. But it was the Elf that everyone knew, the Elf that I respected, the Elf that was a Hero, the Elf that survived where everyone else did not, the Elf that I knew now as some puzzle pieces fell into place was a FAKE. The Hero really was the villain not only that but I soon realized that all of the names of those on the outside that we knew from the Kaer were all Elves, what have my people done! How could they lose their Honor.
I had no more time for ideal thoughts as four large Creatures burst from cover, was it a horror? No, I knew whose house this was, and I knew that he was considered one of the best Illusionist, if not the best, in the Kaer. So I tried to close my eyes and disbelieve what I had seen, it was not really there, but the more I tried the more my angered burned. The Elf whose home was behind us and those on the outside have made my people and the whole Kaer live in fear, they would pay and the will pay in Blood. When my eyes opened the creatures were still there, but I no longer cared they were part of the deception and they would die, like those behind them.
I quickly bared my swords, I needed to feel the metal cutting the flesh of these beast, and charged the one closest to me. I attacked and it went down, but during the skirmish another one of the beast got behind me and hit me. That was a mistake, now I knew where it was and I was faster, I slipped around to the side of the creature and attacked with all my might but as the creature fell it disappeared. In fact looking around they were all gone, was it an illusion after all? Gathering the others I quickly lead them down the side roads to the farm I was raised on, not wanting to attract attention we carefully sneaked into the barn. Once there we tried to make the wounded Masters comfortable, Gerneck even started to work on the worse of the wounds.
During my watch for the night my thoughts went back to what I knew, what I thought I knew for my whole life. How much of it was a lie? Was this mysterious disease a way that the Elves were taken outside? Or was it away to Kill those that found out too much. Was the poor Dwarf that died 50 years ago while seeing if the scourge was still present really killed by those that he trusted? Was the Horror that was seen killing him all fake. How much blood was on the hands of the Elf we all praised as Hero? I decided that it no longer mattered, one innocent lost was too much. Not only that but the race of the Elves had been disgraced but their former Hero, and others that then had respected and looked up to. if it is the last thing I do, I will hunt those responsible and kill them!
As dawn broke, we left the barn in two smaller groups, not wanting to attract too much attention. And even though my face was covered the guards at the entrance recognized me and the two heroes I was assisting. They said something about the Prisoner and two of the Masters had returned, but when I tried to find out who they meant was a prisoner only gibberish come out of my mouth. But not only mine but that of my companions too, I quickly wrote a note to the guards but as they looked at it the fled in terror. Then not realizing what I was doing I pulled a throwing dagger from beneath my cloak and threw it at Eramos, what was I doing? Thankfully it missed him and Cortex and did no harm but while I was still trying to figure out what was happening, my Bola was twirling through the air to entangle Cortex. Then I heard that most of the others could not talk either, except for Cortex, he was saying something for the others to tackle me. Before I knew it those with me tried to hit me, I quickly evaded them but then my arm swung my sword the last attacker dropping them to the ground. Now when did I grab my sword? Then Cortex was there trying to hit me with that great hammer that he wore at his belt, the thing must be heavy because the attack was not difficult to avoid.
Not knowing what else to do, I broke into a run for the Council House, I needed help and that was the best chance. Cortex ran past me to meet a group of people, surely that was not a mob. And as I ran past him I noticed what looked to be one of my good daggers sticking out from his back, what was happening? There were so many people around I went for the secret door and then I was SICK, Really Sick. I lost everything that I had eaten or ever thought about eating. But between my bought of sickness and running I was no longer attacking anyone. I made it to the door and found the way in quickly. Once inside I felt better but I still could not talk and I was not sure if I would attack again, so I started to run down the corridor. I hope that this was not a mistake.