Distant Fight

A difficult night

Nausea set in as soon as Kistrel closed her eyes. Her body jolted and shook as she struggled to unwrap her floral quilt from her legs. The moon was full and bright, shining through Kistrels bedroom window while looking upon her struggle. It seemed almost too late when finally, as her stomach began to lurch, she freed herself from the quilts tight grasp and scurried to her chamberpot, letting the contents of that night's dinner flow into it.

Trying her best to keep clean, she reached over onto her writing desk and grabbed a ribbon to tie up her long wavey hair. Moments went by as she finally felt comfort wash over her, allowing her to sit crossed and breathe. She stared at the contents of her chamberpot and sighed, thinking about the words the lands distant king bestowed upon the kingdom.

"As of nightfall, our beloved Army will make their way to Able for a battle that is sure to be remembered!"

A battle that is sure to be remembered, Kistrel repeated to herself, bitterness filling her heart. Just yesterday she had said goodbye to her brother, Eeastif, as he took his horse and followed the others out of town to prepare for battle. The eldest child, The one who had taught her everything she knew, was sure to die. She was frustrated with Eeastif for leaving his family but even more frustrated with her father who had let him join the military in the first place.

"An elves job is to protect their people", her father would say. "Such as the way of wood elves".

Wood elves. Kistrel touched her long ears. Her father and brother may be wood elves, but her mother was a snow elf, making Kistrel a hybrid between a snow and wood elf. Snow elves, being a race of very tall, thin and pale creatures, were known for their skills with magic and the dark arts. Kistrels mother was in fact, tall, thin, pale and skilled with magic and the dark arts. She has thick white hair and light blue eyes. Her voice was low and soothing unlike her father's who sounded as if he lives in the ashes of a fire. Kistrels father was on the shorter side with tan skin, a long beard and dark eyes. Eeastif took after his mother who was a wood elf. Short, sturdy but very thin. Kistrel was a mix between her mother and father. Pale skin, blue eyes and thick brown hair that curled and fell to her bottom. She was thicker with light freckles that scattered her face, and long, clumsy looking ears that seemed to stack both of her parents ears together.

Kistrel leaned back on her bed and held onto her stomach, knowing she won't be able to eat the next morning. Deep within her thoughts, her father's shadow gained her attention. Her Father was standing in the doorway, a frown on his face. He can't rest either can he? She thought as he made his way to her chamberpot.

"Actually worrying yourself sick isn't healthy", he said while carefully picking up the chamberpot and throwing it's contents out of the window and into the garden. Kistrel stood slowly, walked to her bed and carefully sat down. "I can't help it" she said with a bitter tone. Her father sighed. "Eeastif is a strong man...I have no doubt he will come home".

Kistrel laid back and ignored his words. She loved her brother and couldn't bare the thought of him dying in battle. What would she do without him? What would her father do? She had already lost her mother to the lustful ways of the King and did not want to lose her brother too.

Closing her eyes, she hears her father slowly walk out of the room. Tears fill her eyes as she closed them. Her mind went blank and soon she fell into a deep sleep.