Dimitri was standing in front of the 1,000 Elves. They were ready to march through the swamps. Everyone of them were armed fully, armor, bows, swords. Dimitri never cared what weapon they used as long as they fought. He nodded to the elven soldier next to him, He put a horn to his mouth and sounded the march forward. They passed the outpost line and continued forward. Wyverns were flying above there heads, Dimitri could feel butterflies in his stomach.

He was nervous, he had no information on what the strength of the Nyadd army. All he was told was to push them back farther into the swamps and away from Azilla. He knew that he would leave without a visible scar. But what would he see during this battle. Dimitri saw something, a large moving object. Dimitri nodded to Elrohir as he blew the horn halting the march.

?Elrohir I want you in the rear. You are the one to get out with his life.? Dimitri said.

Elrohir nodded silently and ran off through the ranks to the rear. Dimitri looked at the troops in front of him.

?Ready bows!?

The soldiers did just that, every single one of them had bows at the ready. Dimitri turned around and looked at the Nyadd army. He took his place in the troops his own bow ready. The Nyadds were growing closer and closer.

?Ndengina sen!? (Kill them)

A first wave of arrows flew at the Nyadd army. Then a second, a third then there were no waves as arrows flew at random. Nyadds were falling to the swamp water. The Nyadds drew closer and closer then the two armies broke into hand to hand combat. Dimitri dropped the bow and drew the nodachi blade and rushed forward. There was no turning back now.

The Nyadd army outnumbered the elven army. Dimitri slashed downward into the defense of a Nyadd then another sliced at his back. Dimitri spun around chopping off the Nyadd?s head. Then threw a knife at the first nyadd?s throat killing it instantly.

?Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen!? Dimitri yelled. (Circle around behind them)

The command was slowly being fulfilled. The wyvern?s above were dropping down picking up Nyadds and crushing them. Dimitri sliced at an open stomach of a Nyadd doing little to damage its thick skin. He brought the blade up slicing at the neck. The elven line was curling slowly pushing the flanks of the Nyadd army and trying to get behind them.

Dimitri was slashing away at Nyadds. The battle dragged on for hours. He was knocked to the ground. Suddenly green hands grabbed onto Dimitri and suddenly he felt like he was shrinking. He was being dragged underwater Dimitri threw the nodachi blade away trying to wrench himself free. But it was useless as his lungs slowly ran out of air. His world blacked out,

he awoke in a dark room with the smell of rotten flesh assaulted him. He puked instantly he couldn?t stand it. Suddenly he realized that he was laying in a pool of blood. He propped himself up looking around the dark room. He was now laying on a body. He took out a small piece of paper with his name on it. The D and the I disappeared. As well as everything else with this enchantment.

?My chances are not good?? He said to himself. As he did he passed out.

(Dimitri)
He awoke in the dark again the smell of rotten flesh made him puke again. Dimitri looked at the ceiling and saw objects swaying back and forth slowly. Then a drop of a liquid hit him in the forehead. The room was suddenly bathed in light and he saw what the room was full of. The ceiling had elven, human and orc bodies hanging. The ground was covered in pools of blood. Bodies littered the ground, a nyadd slithered toward Dimitri and grabbed him.

The nyadd tied his hands and feet together and put Dimitri over his shoulder. As Dimitri was flipped over his shoulder he saw the face of Galder. The soldier that he knew closely. The nyadd brought him out of the cave and threw him onto a stone table hard.

A large nyadd wearing a bone necklace reached over and broke Dimitri's arm. He grunted in pain but his bones healed themselves. Suddenly there was a burst of chatter in a strange language. Another nyadd cut the ropes and stretched Dimitri's arms apart. It took his left arm and broke it in multiple places.

Dimitri yelled in pain but was answered with silence. But the silence was shattered as his bones cracked and snaped beck into place. The nyadd with the bone necklace placed his hands on Dimitri's arms and began to speak in another strange language. Both of his arms were broken in ten places. But this time they did not heal the bones would not move. Dimitri was yelling in pain as another nyadd leaned forward and spoke in common,

"Why do you trouble us with this war? Why we have done nothing wrong."

Dimitri just closed his eyes and turned away. But the Nyadd continued to talk,

"How many more of you are there? What weapons are you bringing? You have destroyed over 1,000 warriors. We need to equal the total bloodloss. Tell me what you know!"

Dimitri kept his mouth shut. But the bone necklace nyadd opened Dimitri's mouth and poured an extremly hot liquid into his mouth. He was forced to swallow as he did his throat was on fire. The nyadd continued to say,

"Tell me what I need to know, or the pain will continue."

Another nyadd came into the room and grabbed Dimitri's legs and broke them muttering an encantation. The leg was broken and stuck horizontialy. Then the bone necklace Nyadd grabbed the elf's head and slammed his head against the stone knocking him out.

Dimitri awoke in a haze looking as his body is covered by another. He could do anything. He would spend eternity here, a body fell from the ceiling landing infront of dimitri's face the stench of rotten flesh was the only thing Dimitri could smell. He could turn his head, he held his mouth shut as his throat was burning. He summoned a golem that was in terrible shape.

He said in a raspy weak voice, "find help...any...one..." He passed out as the golem turned to dust not being able to send the message.

(Dimitri)

He awoke once again but this time he was in a brightly lit room. He turned to the side and saw shelfs of shelfs of weapons and liquids. An older looking nyadd and spoke in common,

"Ahh good my subject is awake. Just one thing to do before I torture you."

The old nyadd grinned evily and grabbed a branding rod that was shapped like a figure 8. Dimitri looked down at his chest as the branding iron got closer and closer. The nyadd began to speak in it's own language again. The iron pressed against Dimitri's chest burning the skin. He yelled in pain and squirmed around but the the figure seemed to get hotter every second.

He lifted the branding iron and put it in a bucket of water. Then grabbed a iron rod and jammed it into Dimitri's stomach took three more and did the same. Dimitri continued to yell in pain as the rods stayed in his stomach. The nyadd turned it's back and grabbed a red liquid and opend Dimitri's mouth and poured it in saying,

"Drink. Drink this blood. Drink it all." He laughed.

He was forced to swallow coughing badly. The nyadd pulled a wooden mallet and slamed it onto Dimitri's ribs breaking them. Then letting the heal then breaking them again.

"Tell me how many elven soldiers you have! Tell me where you plan to attack next!"

Dimitri just closed his eyes and turned his head. suddenly his eyes were wrenched open and hot wax was poured directly on the pupil. Dimitri yelled in pain as everything went black. The nyadd put the eyelids over the wax sealing them closed.

"Tell me everything and we will let you go." As the nyadd said this he pushed one of the iron rods all the way through his body and through the wooden table.

Dimitri answer quietly and in a weak voice "I know nothing..."

This angered the old nyadd as he grabbed a vial of a clear liquid and forced Dimitri to swallow. As he did his entire body felt like it was burning. From his heart to his fingers were burning. The nyadd looked at the leg that was broken so that the knee down was horizontal. He broke the other leg so it was the same.

Letting it heal itself and broke it again and again. "Tell me! You will tell me or be tortured even worse then this!" Two more nyadds came in bound his hands and feet together. They dragged him out and hung Dimitri from the ceiling the iron rods still sticking through his body. He just hung there both legs broken. His eyelids were now glued shut because the wax had cooled and Dimitri now was in the worst shape ever.

The eye pendant he once wore was gone. But where it once laid was a large figure 8 burnt mark. But on his arm were a tattooed number. The paper with is name on it had only two more letters on it. He was swaying back and forth his body still felt like it was burning. He was muttering to himself in elvish praying for help. Praying that he would die and get away from the pain. But no one came or will ever come.

Dimitri's body was badly beaten. he coudlnt move "help...me...someone...." His vision blacked.

(Dimitri)

Dimitri slowly woke up seeing a figure. His eyes were trying to focus on the figure. Then he knew who it was. ?S-Sylus? What are you doing here?? Suddenly the room was bathed in light and Sylus disappeared. Four nyadds slithered up to Dimitri and lifted him off of the hook he was on and took him from the room. He was thrown into a simple square stone room.

The Nyadd with the bone necklace came into the room. ?Welcome to your final day. If you don?t tell us what we need to know. Your army is killing our young. So will you talk??

Dimitri did not answer but just stood up and stared at the nyadd. Suddenly the door burst open and three nyadd rushed in and slammed him against the wall. Punches were hitting him everywhere. He was thrown out of the room and forced onto a platform. His hands tied above his head and his legs tied. The ropes began to tighten and Dimitri was being stretched. He yelled in pain as the head nyadd whispered in his ear.

?Tell me. This will all end.?

Dimitri turned his head away and took the pain. A hammer came down onto his chest breaking ribs and again and again. He continued to yell in pain as his arms and legs feel like they were about to be ripped off. One of the nyadd henchmen took a whip and whipped Dimitri in the stomach over and over again.

?Tell me. This will all end.? Then nyadd said again.

He continued to yell in pain. He suddenly felt a searing hot pain in his right leg. He lifted his head and looked as a nyadd was burning his leg. He couldn?t take this any longer. A henchmen nyadd poured a blue liquid inside the branded mark on his chest. It began to get colder and colder by the second. Then it poured a red and golden colored liquid and the temperature went skyrocketing.

His yelling grew louder and louder. Then from the corner of his eye he saw another branding iron. But it was too late it burned some kind of shape onto the side of his head.

?No more! Please no more! Please stop please!? Dimitri pleaded.

The nyadds stopped moving and the leader of the group said,

?you know what you have to do. Tell me how many more soldiers are coming. Where they are and who is in command.?

Dimitri looked away and said ?I can?t I don?t know anything.?

Suddenly the ropes tightened and the pain began again. The head Nyadd spoke in a language and the group left Dimitri and the head Nyadd alone.

?You are mine. I will force the information out of you.?

A very large square stone fell from the ceiling landing on Dimitri's chest. Everyone of his ribs broke instantly. He organs were about to be crushed when the stone was lifted. Then it fell again, a few of his ribs shattered to pieces. Dimitri yelled in pain, as the nyadd laughed insanely.

Another stone square fell on the first on causing more damage. ?Help me! Please stop?? His shaking hands suddenly stopped. His head fell back his eyes closed. Those were his last words for the moment. The torturer grabbed Dimitri?s jaw and placed a red hot rod against his cheek and dragged it across his forehead and over his eyelid. But left it on cheek letting it burn. The nyadd focused on elven's completly burnt face. The paper was now only a tattered blank piece of paper. His name was gone and so was he.

(Dimitri)

As Dimitri drifted in and out of consciousness. He felt like he was being carried by something. But his body would not move, he then felt his body being laid down. He only thing he could do was open his eyes. He heard Sylus's voice

"It is alright. Dimitri what happened to your eyes?"

He tried to ask what he was talking about but not a single sound came out. He looked left and right his head not moving at all. The only thing he could see was the sky and Sylus's head. Dimitri was having a extremly hard time breathing. Sylus left his view but he could hear him talking but to who? or what?

He could feel grass under his hands. He looked at the sky. As the time passed he tried to speak but to no prevail. But he continued to try to say "Thank you."

(Lucelei)

She'd made haste to Azilla, and found out where Dimitri's troops had been deployed. The parchment now held only the last 2 letters of Dimitri's name, and she moved throught the countryside with the practiced ease of a Ranger.

Pausing now and then to read the tale the vegetation told, she found herself near a spring when footsteps brought her to a halt, where she blended into the foliage and waited.

Forest green eyes watched as Sylus laid the battered body onto the mossy ground, and it took every ounce of training to keep herself from gasping as the shirt was removed, revealing a beaten and battered body that was so broken, it may never heal.

She moved slightly, and that brought Sylus' attention to her direction, "Who goes there?!!?"

She didn't move right away, but sent her voice to echo from behind him. "It is Lucelei, you have Dimitri?"

(Dimitri)

As he laid there not know who was there. He began to cough violently crimson blood came out of his mouth so did tiny chunks of a glass object. As it hit the grass smoke rose as it burned it. He turned to the side and coughed even more blood up. His now golden eyes rested upon Sylus and Lucelei.

His coughing was hurting his entire body. The more he coughed his body began to feel like it was burning. More and more of the glass items were burning the grass. As the coughing stopped Dimitri finally figured out how to comunicate.

A small and deformed golem rises from the ground next to Sylus,

"Hel...p...me..."

The golem disappeared and Dimitri was exhausted. He turned his head to cover his burnt side. Trying to keep some of his injuries hidden from Lucelei

(Sylus)

Nodding to her he moved to look for some of the herbs as he got the water boiling and started to think of where he could get some wine. Magic was Artemus' strength, not his.

As he was looking for a way to produce the wine, he came across some Great Celandine. Smiling slightly he pulled a few of the plant and headed back toward Dimitri. Summoning a small bowl, he began to grind it up

(Dimitri)

His now golden eyes were staring at Sylus and the bowl he had. He tried to speak again but still no noise came out. Lucelei was here where did she go? He continued to speak to Sylus this time some noise came out,

"S. Sy."

His face contorted in pain as his throat burned. His entire body burned, The liquid the Nyadds gave him was doing it's job. The liquid would enter your body as a fluid. After a few seconds it would begin to burn your organs. Then it would stick into the linnings and burn but they would stay. Slowly hotter and hotter, until they would destroy every organ.

He could not see anything beyond Sylus. He tried to talk again and an almost inaudible noise came out,

"What...is...Happenin'?"

He stared at Sylus still grinding the plant.