Silverclaw

The Silver Isle

Due to my college class mate making demands (yes, that's you, mel1994mel) I have decided to up my updates to TWICE a week, lol! So, that's on Wednesdays and on Saturdays!

Now, we return to Anya, who is about to find out just who exactly lives on the Silver Isle....

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Anya settled into the stance she always used when fighting, her eyes fixed firmly on Oakfall as he easily whirled his sword hilt around the palm of his hand. They were still in the Council's clearing, but the flowers had been moved with Silver to one side, creating a large, empty area that was perfect for the fight ahead of them.

 Darian, Amelie and Iris stood to one side, Glenfell with them. The elf seemed completely relaxed, but Anya knew that he wasn't. He was gripping his sword hilt as tightly as he could, and his face, what could be seen around his blindfold, was tight with tension.

 Dievra stepped forward, perfectly calm, and smiled at them both. 'Neither of you are allowed to use your Silver, understand? Otherwise, anything and everything is allowed.' Walking back to her seat, she sat down, eyes firm as she gazed at the two of them. 'You may begin.'

 Oakfall rushed Anya, his face set with anger, swinging his sword at her midriff, but she was already gone, having jumped into the air over his head. She somersaulted, landed lightly on her feet, and whirled to face him, her sword clashing with his as he bore down on her. Disengaging, they whirled around each other furiously, too fast for any but the elves themselves to watch as the sounds of their blows rang out in the clearing.

 It was Anya who scored first blood, her sword scoring a light cut across Oakfall's cheek as she thrust the tip at his face. He had deflected it in time to keep her from cutting his throat, but not enough to keep the tiny trickle from seeping down his face and onto his neck. Dievra stood.

 'Halt! First blood goes to the Princess Silverclaw!'

 'Never! She will die for-' Suddenly, the same breeze that Anya had felt earlier whirled around them as Oakfall jumped forward to try and impale Anya, who had fallen back to stand and watch him, her sword still held in readiness.

 It quickly grew in strength, throwing Oakfall clear across the clearing, and he scrambled to his feet, fury in every line of his face and body as his hair hung lank around his face.

 'Cheater! You used your Silver, Princess, and for that you die!' He rushed her, but Anya just stood there, perfectly calm as the wind rushed past her again, catching and holding Oakfall in mid leap. She watched him a moment, and only spoke when he had finished struggling to free himself.

 'It is not my Silver that holds you, Oakfall, but another's. I would never cheat over something so trivial when the fight was already finished.' She sheathed her sword.

 No, it was my Silver, King Oakfall. I do not wish you to kill my Chosen. The voice came on the wind, and Anya froze in shock. She had heard that voice before, but couldn't quite place it. Notes from the Lunix bird's song was mixed in with it, and she found herself straining to hear more. You have tried my patience one too many times. I tire of your disrespectful actions towards my Council and my people, Oakfall. It is not the Council who has judged and decided on your punishment, but I. And I say that you need to learn respect for all creatures.

The wind holding Oakfall starting spinning him, faster and faster, but Anya managed to catch small flashes of his face, contorted with fear, as the voice continued.