Part Two of In TheSearch of Elves

Here's the second part. Tell me what you think! Here's the last part in case you forget what's going on. Enjoy!


Hundreds and hundreds of years later...

"Elsa! Elsa! Where are you?"

"Oh! Coming! Coming, Mother!"

Fourteen year old Elsa dashed up the dirt road to the small shack. She was dressed in a raggy skirt, a sleeveless shirt, and small leather shoes, and a torn cape. Her long, curly, black hair was done up in a loose knot under her kerchief.

"Elsa! I've been calling you forages. Where have you been?"

"Working, Mother. In the fields today, for old Stupnick."

"Ah, that old trouble maker, eh? Alright, come in a clean up for supper. Grandfather is here!"

"Grandfather! Oh wonderful! Is Fabry home yet?"

"No... I thought she was with you. Ah, well, she'll be home soon enough. Now run along. Once you're clean you can sit with your Grandfather, I'll do the cooking and go find your big sister."

Elsa cleaned up, and skipped into the dark and shabby room.

"Good afternoon, Grandfather!" she called smiling

"And a good afternoon to you, dear grand daughter." he said laughing "How was your day?"

"Not bad. I worked the fields today. Stupnick wasn't too cross."

"Ah, good. I'm glad to hear, Elsa. You're working in the fields now? My, my, you've grown up fast!"

Elsa smiled. It felt like only yesterday she had only done the minor slave work. Such as washing clothes and picking weeds.

Elsa was Median. A true median. The rest of her family was too. Her mother, father, big sister, grandfather, and Elsa herself were all slaves. They belonged to the cruel and heartless Inarians.

Elsa's master was a cruel Crelis. He worked her hard and long in his fields. To him slaves weren't people with thoughts and feelings, but animals. Animals he could do whatever he pleased with.

Fabry had a nicer master. A young man named Joule. But his parents, who owned the rest of her family, were mean and uncaring.

Eventually Elsa's family all came back from their long days work. Her Father looked too tired to take another step, as was her Mother. Elsa herself didn't feel much like moving, and her Grandfather could barely raise his head. But Fabry, even though she did look dirty and hard-worked, flitted about the room happy and cheerful. But it was obvious she had been worked hard.

Fabry was like that. Cheerful and happy almost always. And hoping for a better future. She was very pretty. With dark wavy hair and big blue eyes, and skin paper white.

Dinner was served at the old wooden table. Before they ate, they bowed their heads, and Elsa's father said gravely.

"May the Inarians no longer reign."

And they all answered by saying.

"And may Medina sit on thrown again."

But they had to say it very quietly so no Inarian overseers would hear them. If they did it would cause a lot of trouble. After a few minutes the dinner conversation began. It was grave and unhappy. Only Fabry had happy glowing eyes.