Story for Writers club: Tika's story
Frost Elves, now an endangered race. At one time it was a race that got so vast and so powerful nothing could stop them. The species mostly lied in the highest North of Middle Earth, a place called the Icelands. The Frost Elves lived in villages, in homes called the Igloms. The Igloms are a mixture of an igloo and a hut, the snow on the bottom, the canvas on the top. The Frost Elves didn't always live in peace, they shared the Icelands with Glacier Trolls, white, nine foot tall trolls that likes to keep to themselves. The Frost Elves have had many battles with the Glacier Trolls, but the Elves are so powerful, they are always the ones who win.
When the race fell and the Frost Elves died, there only lied one village left. An Elf named Fritar Rumeu had discovered this small valley between a wall of thick Glaciers, there he settled a small village where the remaining of the Frost Elves decided to live. It was unharmed and unknown from the Glacier Trolls, and it seemed safe from Natural causes with the walls of ice. Fritar named it after himself, calling it Rumeu. Rumeu survived for several years, but when they thought they were safe from everything, the one thing that killed off most of the race, came stumbling into their tiny village. Global Warming.
. . .
I remember things too well, even if I was only seven years old, it was too much to not remember. It's distinct to me, the very moment when I first found out. I was just sitting in our family home, finishing stitching up my worn down Rhuba Bear Moccasins, my little brother, Tigerton, just sitting next to me playing with his Polar Teddy Bear. We both didn't know what was coming, it seemed like a normal day until my mother comes barging into the Iglom with a face I had never seen on her before. Her bright blue eyes were not like what I've always seen them, they were dark and full of worry and horror.
She rushed over to me, snatching the shoes from my hands and stuffing them on my feet, not worrying about how they were unfinished. She helped me put on a coat, but hurts me with how fast she was doing it.
"Momma, you're hurting me." I cried, as she had pulled on my mittens and placed the hood over my head.
She looked at me, stroking my cheek with her brown mitten.
"I'm sorry Tikabae, mommy is just in a hurry."
At first I didn't understand why my mother was so rushed. She rushed getting Tiger in his winters as well. As soon as she was finished with him, she pulled us out out of the Iglom, many of the villagers rushing to go somewhere. She grabbed our hand, Tiger on one side of her, me on the other and she brought us across the village. I turned around, seeing villagers stopped as they see something. I had let go of my mothers hand, stopping as I saw a horrific scene even a seven-year little girl would know. My mother stops as well, standing behind me. For right there, across the valley on the ice glacier, is a large crack, the sound echoing throughout the village as it starts to get wider and wider. Soon, and much sooner than everybody wanted, that crack will release a wave of ocean and it will come piling into our little bowl and drown everyone.
My mother could not waste any more time on watching this crack to get bigger and bigger. Our ancestors got into this village from the same direction of the crack. There is no other way to get out of here. But yet, our mother still brought us to the other side of the cliffs, where a small crack, leading outside of the bowl of Glaciers, just big enough for small children to fit through, is.
"Momma, is that big crack goin' to hurt us?" Tiger asked, pointing at the crack with his chubby finger.
I remember a tear falling from my mothers cheek, a silver tear. She bent down beside me, matching eye level with me, her hands on my shoulders.
"Tika," My mother struggled to speak for a moment, "You need to take your little brother to the beach," She stroked my cheek, "remember when I brought you there one day a while back ago?"
I nodded, my bright blue eyes looking straight into hers, "well take him there, there will be a boat there, dad left it there for when the time comes, and the time is now. Take your brother, get inside the boat and get as far away from the ice as possible."
"I don't understand."
"Take your brother to the beach and float away in your dads boat."
"Will you be coming with us?"
My mother looked at me, opening her mouth, but then closing it and looking down the ground. She looks back up at me, tucking my white hair behind my pointed ear, another silver tear falling from her pale cheeks. Another crack echoes and my mother's head jerked towards the crack, water leaking from the crack. She turns back to me, standing up. She pushed me and my little brother towards the crack and we stop at the mouth of it, turning to her.
"Hold your brothers hand Tikabae and don't let go!" my mother kissed me softly on the cheek, "I love you." She kisses Tiger on the cheek as well and she pushes us in.
"Mom, you have to come with us!" I cried.
"Just go Tikabae!" My mother snapped.
I had no other choice, so I snatched Tiger's gloved hand and we ran through the crack, Tiger begining to cry. My own tears streamed down my face, silver tears, the true sad tears of an elf. It seemed to take a long time running through the crack, ignoring the beautiful blue, sparkling walls and the echoing snaps behind me. When we reached to the other side, we ran across the white, snowy land, running to the beach my mother had told me to go. I close my eyes, the silver tears too strong to keep in.
I remember it taking several minutes before I reached the beach, the grey sands brushing against the black ice-water. There I saw the boat, a grey-brown boat sitting there against the water. I ran over to it, still holding Tigerton's hand and I began to untie the ropes. Tiger hopped inside while I untied it, but as soon as I reached the boat, a large current had swooped in and picked up the boat into the water. The boat is just about three feet from the shore, so I stepped into the icy water, trying to get in, but I was too small.
"Tiger, grab my hand!" I had cried.
Though another wave pushed him further out.
"Tiger!" I tried swimming to him, but the water took my breath away, "Tiger!"
"Tika!" He cried back, but he couldn't help any more than he already was.
I remember I had swam about ten feet into the breath-taking water, watching my little brother. I promised to watch over him, but now I'm watching him wash away in the little boat, into the ocean. I swam back to shore, shivering in my soaked furs and sat on the beach. I curled up in a ball and cried in my arms, knowing there is nothing else to do, my village, my home, and my family is lost.
I thought I was alone.
. . .
Jacques Fannar waited in his sailboat, letting the waves take him to the biggest island of the Icelands. The Elves have been endangered for a couple hundred years, and he's known of that one village, but he hasn't bothered to visit it. Now, after hearing the lonely village is disappearing as well, he quickly got in his boat and sailed to the island. He doesn't like Elves, specifically Frost Elves, but they are good for cleaning and housework. For several years he's needed a house elf, but the small village in the cliffs were more likely to kill him if he takes away one of their villagers. So he waited until the time comes when that village as well ceases to exist and only a few left survived.
Today was his lucky day, there, sitting on the shores his boat was going to hit was a little girl. Her silver hair blew in the breeze, her face pale and covered in silver tears. She just stared out into the ocean, not even noticing the man approaching her. She was definitely an elf, her distinct pointed ears and her silver elf tears gave it all away. It looked like she had been crying for too long and was near to a lost hope.
Jacques is not an elf, he was never one. He's a human, a human with royal blood, but his greedy, older brother took over the kingdom, kicking him out. So Jacques left to rule his own kingdom, he ended up sailing to the furthest North he could get, discovering no kingdom ruling it, so he built a palace on the edge of the smallest island, hoping he could rule the lands, but it hasn't got anywhere. So far he is just a man living in a large home, ruler of nothing.
The boat hit the grey sand and he hopped out, the little girl just thirty feet from him. He began walking towards her and stood behind the little girl, her not even noticing his presence. He squat down, her back facing him, her body curled up.
"Is something lost little one?" He asked,
The little girl gasped out of fright, turning around to see him.
"Wh-who are you?"
Jacques has his hand out for a handshake,
"Jack, Jack of the Frost Lands." He told her, knowing she would be too young to know he's really not "of" anything, "what is your name?"
"T-t-tika,"
The little girl slowly shakes his hand,
"Wow, your hands are freezing," He told her, rubbing his hands over hers to warm them, but she quickly pulls them away.
"D-do you kn-know where my br-brother... is?" She shivered, feeling uncomfortable around the white-blond haired man.
Jacques gives it some thought, realizing that is probably why she looked so miserable. She is looking for her brother. He smiled at her,
"Yes, yes I do know where your brother is, " he lied, "would you like me to take you to him?"
Tika didn't brighten up as much as he wanted, but she did nod. He brought her to his boat, placing a blanket around her to keep her warm as he sailed back out into the ocean.
. . .
Tika could not help but weep, she had lost her whole family and had nowhere else to go. She stood at the vacant shore, having nowhere else to really go besides of where she was at. Suddenly, she felt a large, strong hand grasp her shoulder. She looked up to see who it was but it was just a tall man with hair as white as the moon. He started to speak soothingly but it did not help her to hear words from a stranger that didn't look part of her kind. The stranger then asked if she would like to stay at his home for a while, she didn't hesitate.
Even though the man was a stranger, she didn't have anywhere to go really. She nodded, hoping her agreement was not a thing that would cause her to regret about it. The man walked to a small sail boat not far from where she stood, the man got into the boat and helped her in. He seemed kind and helpful, but she still was not sure whether to truly trust the man who was not an elf like her. She sat against the boat, hoping maybe she will see her brother out in the ocean as the man takes her away.
The boat began to row out to the dark ocean. She was hardly ever out in the dark outside of her village before and the land seemed unfamiliar to her suddenly. She watched as she saw her home getting smaller and smaller until she could not see it any more. The moon shone brightly, reflecting off the endless ocean. She saw the vibrant stars spotting the dark sky, and the little water fairies skipping across the water making little splashes.
One fairy flew up to her and perched on the rim looking at Tika's sad eyes. She put her petite hand on her arm and made her tiny smile, trying to comfort her. If you lived in this world you would know that this fairy was from the care tribe of the water fairies. The care fairies look a lot like the others, the only difference is they are noticed the most but in a good way. This little fairy had golden hair and a baby blue dress that sparkled in the moonlight.
"Please don't cry little one, I can help you." The squeaky voice of the water fairy said "Where is the rest of your tribe, you seem out of place with this man." she said.
"They're gone." She hiccuped, more tears bursting out.
"There, there little one I think I know where you have come from. You come from the village in the glaciers." She soothed. Tika nodded, trying to calm herself down.
"The man, why are you with him, he is not a frost elf like you." The fairy said looking up at Jacques.
"He is taking me to live with him." She cried softly.
The fairy stood up and flew backwards and few inches.
"That man does no belong. I know him, he is using you little one, he is trying to make your way towards captivity. " She said in a rushed tone.
"Using me, what do you mean?"
"He wants to turn you into a person who cannot leave his presence and be locked in his fortress forever!"
"He is nice to me, he is a good man."
"He had tricked you, don't run into this disaster it will bring you into great danger little one." She warned, clasping her hands together.
"I'll be careful." She said and the fairy flew off.
The night seemed to continue on, even though Tika's bedtime was hours ago she didn't feel any tired but scared. She was a smart girl for her age but not smart enough to refuse a villains request. She continued to watch as the waves crashed against the boat, pushing the boat further out into the ocean. Suddenly, Tika started to see land, it was defiantly not the familiar large island her village was on, but it was covered in mountains and valleys. The sun started to peep through the sky and she noticed a river flowing from the ocean into the island of mountains.
It didn't take long until the boat reached the river flowing through the canyon. She wasn't that interested in the mountains, they were almost like the familiar glaciers she had lived in but pointed. The river seemed to speed up as they got further into the canyon, Tika held on to the board she was sitting on and waited. The river churned up ahead, making the boat difficult to go across. Tika was tossed and turned on the little bench she was sitting on, hoping the ferocious ride would end. The river never seemed to end into a lake, it continued down until it reached through the iced valleys. It felt like hours of tossing and turning into the boat until the boat came to a halt at the edge of the river.
Up ahead there was a large palace. It was made of pure ice, having it supported by cardgon crystal. Tika put her hand in her hair looking for the little comb her mother had given her. The comb had little frost leaves coming from the high mountains and a crystal was placed in between them, the comb itself was sky blue and beautiful. She found it and pulled it out of her hair, looking at the last thing to remember from. The crystal comb sparkled in the sun (that was now just above there heads) it reminded her of her mothers sparkling blue eyes when she would look at her.
Tika sobbed once again as she followed Jacques to his fortress. She put the comb back in her hair and looked up at the tall structure of the building. She wiped the tears and entered the trap of which she got herself into. The inside didn't seem as beautiful in the vast building then it looked from the outside. The inside seemed to be rejecting the sun to get through the ice and reflect through. There were dark drapes that covered the entire wall and the round ceiling, letting only candlelight brighten the room. There were multiple doorways of which led to more bedrooms that Tika was hoping looked more beautiful. There were only but a few pictures over the dark drapes that was hard to tell what they were in the dark room within the ice palace.
Jacques led Tika down the large room and opened a door on the other side of it. The room was brighter but it still had those drapes except they were red. There was a long, redwood table that had the most beautifully crafted redwood chairs against it. The table had a dark basket of ruby red apples in the middle with a small red cloth under neath it. Jacques sat in a chair on one of the ends and welcomed her to sit next to him in the red room. She hesitated but knew to follow his request so he wouldn't get any suspicions. She sat next to him and Jacques grew a large smile, he snapped and the table top flipped over and a dish full of food in front of her. She then realized that it was morning and her hunger was growing quickly. The dish had a bowl of porridge and some fruit around it, she ate it quickly enjoying every bite.
After breakfast Jacques took her to her room, of which once again had drapes over it, but they were pink colored and it was a lot brighter than the other rooms she had been in. She had never experienced so much of an unnatural color in such a big area, though she didn't seem to enjoy it. She was used to sleeping in a white room sharing with her little brother, with her brown moccasins and the soft animal furs she slept on. The thought of Tiger made her cry once again, she missed him more than anything else. Her parents had even told her to take care of him, but instead she had lost him deep into the ocean not knowing if he is alive or not.
She looked over on the pink bed to find her bear fur coat laid nicely on top. She ran over to her coat and squeezed it tight against her chest, soaking it with her tears. She did this for many hours, barking at Jacques to go away when he would enter to tell her when it was time to eat. She calmed down for only a few minutes as if her tears had run out. She then started to cry once again until it got dark, then she cried herself to sleep until daylight shone through the drapes.
After a few days Jacques cared for Tika and treated her like a daughter. Then the day came when the little four year old was not a visitor any more. Tika stood at her doorway getting farther and farther from her brother. Most of the time Tika would sit on the floor of her bedroom and she did this for a long time regretting for what she did. Then she finally came out of her bedroom and ate and visited with Jacques a little more.
Then the day came when Jacques went a little too far. They sat at the table and Tika ate her evening meal without a word, Jacques then stopped talking and put his fork down. He looked over at Tika.
"So, how would you like to join me little girl." He said, weaving his fingers together.
Tika shrugged her shoulders, not keeping contact with him.
"We can rule the Icelands, and maybe even rule the world. You can be by my side and we can have servants and maids by our sides." He said.
Tika looked over at him with an angry look on her face.
"You may think I am little on the outside but I know a lot more than you think. I don't want to enslave my people, or use my pride by ruling the world. I don't want to be with you!" She barked, her fists clenched under the table.
Jacques sighed and leaned back against his chair. He snapped and the table flipped over to the side without the dishes on. He propped his feet on top of the table and crossed his legs. He snickered and folded his arms, you could see sparks of anger growing inside his pale eyes. He then took his feet off the table and leaned over to Tika, a large frown on his angry face.
"I wouldn't say that if I were you missy, you just made a big mistake." Jacques sneered and stood up.
Tika glared up at him.
"I will never join you!" She screamed.
She jumped out of her seat and started to run, but of course Jacques was faster than her and grabbed the collar of her shirt. She got jerked back and Jacques dragged her out of the red room taking her to a nearby doorway. He opened it up and there was a long staircase heading down underground. He led her down the stairs, then she realized that it was a dungeon. She got tossed in one of the cells and Jacques locked her up, he sneered and stuffed the keys back in his pocket.
"Your mine now, you are my first slave of my new collection." He said and left the dungeon, leaving Tika in the musty cell.
She didn't always remain in the cell, for the first few years she cleaned the ice floor by hand. She would have to quickly dry the floors when Jacques would come in the doorway with a bunch of Frost elf slaves from nearby villages. As she grew older she started to do more dirty work and became the head slave that everybody knew about, and they pitied her. It was this until she was about twelve years old in elf years.
The girl had escaped the grasp of Jacques Fannar. Tika wasn't sure how but she was able to. She ran as far as she could take, running through the mountains and the canyons of the island. Then she reached a vastly valley, and on the other end stood tall glaciers. Tika remembered those glaciers as she walked down the icy valley, she was reminded of how her village and her family were killed by those things. Then she remembered when Jacques told her that it was the Global Warming that killed them. She eventually found out Global warming meant the earth warming up and melting her homeland. She had not been outside for so long and the air seemed hotter than how it was inside.
She began walking until she felt the ground cracking. She didn't understand, she felt like she was on solid ground or maybe she wasn't. She continued walking still hearing the cracking underneath her feet, trying to get rid of the terrifying sound. Suddenly she felt a big crunch and she fell in a hole of icy water underneath. She felt the overwhelming coldness weakening her. She tried swimming towards the top but the cold seemed to push her further down into the icy waters. She felt stiffened and couldn't seem to feel the cold any more. Her eyes closed and she sunk down further, and further, and further into the ghastly lake....
. . .
Tika felt warmth overcome her as if the icy lake had never happened. She nearly forgot about the dreadful past she just escaped from, and she forgot about the loss she had. She felt like those long eight years was all just a dream, she could feel the warm furs over her to keep her warm and those soft moccasins over her feet. She could smell the homely smell her Iglom always seemed to have, she could imagine the icy ceiling over her head and the lovely face of her mother. She opened her eyes and made a big gasp of air, just realizing she was just dreaming about being back home. She was in a dark room, she could still feel the warmth though and the icy ground, where was she? Tika felt weak and then remembered about falling in the thin ice. The question she would ask herself was how did she live, who saved her, how could this person save her if she was underwater.
She then noticed at one end of the room she saw the starry night. Then she knew where she was at, she was in a cave. She wasn't sure where this cave was, maybe a Frost hermit lived in here, or maybe even one of her own people. Tika closed her eyes again, glad to be alive. It didn't take long until daylight streamed in the end of the cave and she woke up. A fluffy grey face was looking down at her, it's eyes glowing with delight. Tika then noticed this furry thing was no humanoid, this was a wolf. The wolf backed away and sat next to her.
"How are you feeling young elf?" The female wolf asked.
Tika tried to speak but nothing came out, it was as if the cold took her voice away.
"Don't worry, you are still in recovery. You will be better by tomorrow, maybe get some more rest and I will see you tomorrow." She said.
Tika closed her eyes and made a small nod. She felt like sleeping it felt good to let all the pain in her body to rest as she still recovered. She still had those thoughts of how she got there or how she lived, she tried not to remember about the slavery at Jacques lair but it kept biting back at her. She worried until she woke up the next day, being able to speak and felt great.
She found out the she-wolf was named Adele, she was actually a husky and used to be a sleigh dog for the northern part of the Icelands that Tika was unfamiliar about. Adele was captured by Jacques and was quick enough to escape from him before she ended up even in the fortress. She was very skilled in helping others and could run very fast. She said that when she saw Tika fall into the ice she was quick enough to jump in to rescue her. Even though Tika was already unconscious once she found her Adele took her in her cave and nursed her until she got better.
Tika than told Adele about her long and dreadful story of her past. Adele wasn't sure what to say, she had only been in her cave for only a few months and was hoping to return back home soon. Though Tika really did not even have a home to return to and she felt terribly bad for her. Tika did stay with Adele for quite a while, they treated each other like a family but at the same time it wasn't the same. After about a year with living with Adele it was time for the both of them to move on.
"I have to return back to my hometown, but I think I have a good place for you to go." Adele said sitting down next to the thirteen year old Tika.
"What have you thought for me to go?" Tika asked.
"I just received an important message from the mainland, they want you to come to the mainland for an important quest. They want you to meet them at an inn where there will be others travelers to meet you also. I seem to have no further information about it." Adele said pushing a scrap of paper up to Tika, "This is the map to the inn, they want you to leave as soon as possible."
Tika picked up the slip and there she saw the map of the green mainland. She nodded in agreement and Adele explained more about where she was thinking of going. The next day came and the last minute journey started quickly. Tika gave the broad wolf a loving hug and they left without saying anything else. Tika was given a boat that Adele had made her and she started to head towards the seas. It had been a good many years since she last had seen the ocean, she dreaded it for her brother was gone out there.
She sighed as she reached the shores of the island. She sat in the boat and looked out in the ocean, not really ready to go drifting off out into the open. She pulled the rope and she felt the boat being pushed out to the endless sea. Adele said that the main land was a few days away so she had a pack of food and supplies for the long trip across the water. The ocean looked pale and steam was coming out of it because it was so cold. Tikardra looked ahead and noticed no sign of life or land. She leaned back in her boat, waiting long hours until it reached night.
The stars shone in the sky and the moon was only a tiny sliver in the sky. She noticed the outer darkness that laid behind the bright stars. Then she noticed the bright moon.She wasn't sure how the moon changed every night, it was always in a different shape, it was as if the moon was slowly slipping behind the darkness then coming back out a few nights later. The moon looked so big across the vast sea, it still had the glowing reflection across the waters making the ocean sparkle. Then she noticed the sparkle was not the ocean, it was the water fairies, they were coming out.
Tika remembered the fairy she talked to eight years ago and how she helped her but she didn't except. A lot of the fairies didn't pay attention of the upcoming boat. One of the fairies though came up to Tika and perched on the rim of the boat, it looked just like the fairy she saw when she was younger.
"You have grown young one, you look even more beautaful then when I saw you many years ago." the fairy said her smile growing.
"But isn't this a different part of the sea of where I last saw you?" Tika asked.
"Yes... water fairies don't always stay in the same spot for very long. I see that you have escaped the evil man you have encountered with." The fairy said making a short nod.
Tika nodded.
"I am now on a quest on the mainland." Tika mentioned.
"Oh, well the mainland is far from here, it is many days away by boat." The fairy said, her face filling with worry.
"I can make it." Tika promised.
"No, we are fairies that help. We will help you reach your destination." The fairy said.
Before Tika could say anything else the fairy began calling the other fairies. They all grouped together and she explained in her tiny, ancient, fairy language. Suddenly, the fairies looked over at Tika and flew behind the boat. They all worked together and suddenly, Tika was over the water in the boat. The fairies were lifting the boat and taking it, Tika sat in amazement to how little fairies could carry such a big boat for them.
The night just seemed to go quickly until Tika started to see the mainland up ahead. After a while more of flying closer to the vast green area, the fairies put the boat back in the water.
"Good luck Tikardra." The fairy said and they flew off.
The boat waded on, she was even more anxious to get to the green, mainland. She had not seen so much green in such a big area before. Not long after she had reached the lively shores of the mainland. She hopped off the boat to find her coat that Adele had given her was way too warm for the weather she was in. She pulled off the coat and walked on, her moccasins crunching against the yellow sand. The sandy beach suddenly ended and she ended up in a area full of green and colorful plants. She felt the long grass brush against her shoes and touched every tree that she passed by, feeling the rough bark. Then it turned into a forest of dark trees and dark wood. She passed by a sign that said in its ancient letters, which if you would translate the letters you would find it meant: Darkwood forest. Tika passed by the sign and walked on.
The darkwood forest was dark but beautiful, she would pass by creatures she couldn't have imagined of. Some were flying creatures and some walked on four legs like Adele did. She continued down the forest, amazed at the immaculate designs and wonders. The forest was defiantly large and the map showed it to be large and vastly. She continued down until something caught her foot and she went flying over the ground.
She was dangling, upside down, her foot caught on a tight rope. She felt the blood rushing to her head, making her head feel pressurized. She tried yelling for help but nobody came to rescue her. She than saw a boy that looked about two years younger than her. His hair was black and he had stripes of black across his cheeks, and he had a long spear. He cut the rope and Tika fell on the ground, the looked up at the boy and noticed an older girl behind him. The girl looked about her age and had even blacker hair than the boy did, and she had a black line streaked down her nose and forehead. They both had her ears, the sign of being an elf. But they defiantly did not look like they were frost elves with the black hair. All frost elves had the hair of silver, and white.
"Who are you?" Tika asked the elves.
"We are forest elves, no who are you?" The girl asked harshly.
"I'm a frost elf, and my name is Tikardra Sleet." She responded.
After the boy heard Tika say her name, he started to back away slowly.
"I can't tell you what my name or his, our clan is forbidden to tell our identities to strangers." The girl said, "Though, we will let you stay at our place for the night because we are moving our destination anyway." She said walking up to Tika.
The boy and the girl led Tika further down the forest. Then Tika realized that it was getting dark, and she was starting to get tired. They led her further and further until they got to a small hut in a small opening within the forest. Close to the hut was a fresh water river that flowed freely next to them. The forest elves got into the hut and Tika followed them in. She almost felt like she was back home but she didn't, although there seemed to be something in there that made Tika feel at home.
Morning broke earlier than Tika was used to and she got out of the hut. Out in the river she saw the boy getting out and wrapping a towel around himself, she then knew that he must have gotten a bath. But there was something that changed about him, he didn't have a the black hair like what she saw him, he had silver hair just like hers. Tika stomped up to him and looked down at the eleven year old.
"Who are you really?" Tika asked the boy.
For a while the boy did not respond but just stared up at Tika.
"I'm a frost elf, okay! I try to be a forest elf but the charcoal I put in my hair doesn't like to stay in!" The boy said, trying to stay calm.
"Yah, you are defiantly a frost elf but what is your name?" she asked harshly.
there was a long pause "Tigeron, my name is Tigeron."
. . .
Tears strung down her cheeks, for she had met her brother after eight years of slavery and grief.
"Who are you, why are you crying?" The boy asked.
"Tiger, Tiger it's me, it's your sister, Tikardra."
It seemed a big shock to the boy, for he never would expect this either.
"Tika?"
She nodded, her lips quivering from crying. Tiger looked at her, even himself near to crying and they burst into a hug.
When the race fell and the Frost Elves died, there only lied one village left. An Elf named Fritar Rumeu had discovered this small valley between a wall of thick Glaciers, there he settled a small village where the remaining of the Frost Elves decided to live. It was unharmed and unknown from the Glacier Trolls, and it seemed safe from Natural causes with the walls of ice. Fritar named it after himself, calling it Rumeu. Rumeu survived for several years, but when they thought they were safe from everything, the one thing that killed off most of the race, came stumbling into their tiny village. Global Warming.
. . .
I remember things too well, even if I was only seven years old, it was too much to not remember. It's distinct to me, the very moment when I first found out. I was just sitting in our family home, finishing stitching up my worn down Rhuba Bear Moccasins, my little brother, Tigerton, just sitting next to me playing with his Polar Teddy Bear. We both didn't know what was coming, it seemed like a normal day until my mother comes barging into the Iglom with a face I had never seen on her before. Her bright blue eyes were not like what I've always seen them, they were dark and full of worry and horror.
She rushed over to me, snatching the shoes from my hands and stuffing them on my feet, not worrying about how they were unfinished. She helped me put on a coat, but hurts me with how fast she was doing it.
"Momma, you're hurting me." I cried, as she had pulled on my mittens and placed the hood over my head.
She looked at me, stroking my cheek with her brown mitten.
"I'm sorry Tikabae, mommy is just in a hurry."
At first I didn't understand why my mother was so rushed. She rushed getting Tiger in his winters as well. As soon as she was finished with him, she pulled us out out of the Iglom, many of the villagers rushing to go somewhere. She grabbed our hand, Tiger on one side of her, me on the other and she brought us across the village. I turned around, seeing villagers stopped as they see something. I had let go of my mothers hand, stopping as I saw a horrific scene even a seven-year little girl would know. My mother stops as well, standing behind me. For right there, across the valley on the ice glacier, is a large crack, the sound echoing throughout the village as it starts to get wider and wider. Soon, and much sooner than everybody wanted, that crack will release a wave of ocean and it will come piling into our little bowl and drown everyone.
My mother could not waste any more time on watching this crack to get bigger and bigger. Our ancestors got into this village from the same direction of the crack. There is no other way to get out of here. But yet, our mother still brought us to the other side of the cliffs, where a small crack, leading outside of the bowl of Glaciers, just big enough for small children to fit through, is.
"Momma, is that big crack goin' to hurt us?" Tiger asked, pointing at the crack with his chubby finger.
I remember a tear falling from my mothers cheek, a silver tear. She bent down beside me, matching eye level with me, her hands on my shoulders.
"Tika," My mother struggled to speak for a moment, "You need to take your little brother to the beach," She stroked my cheek, "remember when I brought you there one day a while back ago?"
I nodded, my bright blue eyes looking straight into hers, "well take him there, there will be a boat there, dad left it there for when the time comes, and the time is now. Take your brother, get inside the boat and get as far away from the ice as possible."
"I don't understand."
"Take your brother to the beach and float away in your dads boat."
"Will you be coming with us?"
My mother looked at me, opening her mouth, but then closing it and looking down the ground. She looks back up at me, tucking my white hair behind my pointed ear, another silver tear falling from her pale cheeks. Another crack echoes and my mother's head jerked towards the crack, water leaking from the crack. She turns back to me, standing up. She pushed me and my little brother towards the crack and we stop at the mouth of it, turning to her.
"Hold your brothers hand Tikabae and don't let go!" my mother kissed me softly on the cheek, "I love you." She kisses Tiger on the cheek as well and she pushes us in.
"Mom, you have to come with us!" I cried.
"Just go Tikabae!" My mother snapped.
I had no other choice, so I snatched Tiger's gloved hand and we ran through the crack, Tiger begining to cry. My own tears streamed down my face, silver tears, the true sad tears of an elf. It seemed to take a long time running through the crack, ignoring the beautiful blue, sparkling walls and the echoing snaps behind me. When we reached to the other side, we ran across the white, snowy land, running to the beach my mother had told me to go. I close my eyes, the silver tears too strong to keep in.
I remember it taking several minutes before I reached the beach, the grey sands brushing against the black ice-water. There I saw the boat, a grey-brown boat sitting there against the water. I ran over to it, still holding Tigerton's hand and I began to untie the ropes. Tiger hopped inside while I untied it, but as soon as I reached the boat, a large current had swooped in and picked up the boat into the water. The boat is just about three feet from the shore, so I stepped into the icy water, trying to get in, but I was too small.
"Tiger, grab my hand!" I had cried.
Though another wave pushed him further out.
"Tiger!" I tried swimming to him, but the water took my breath away, "Tiger!"
"Tika!" He cried back, but he couldn't help any more than he already was.
I remember I had swam about ten feet into the breath-taking water, watching my little brother. I promised to watch over him, but now I'm watching him wash away in the little boat, into the ocean. I swam back to shore, shivering in my soaked furs and sat on the beach. I curled up in a ball and cried in my arms, knowing there is nothing else to do, my village, my home, and my family is lost.
I thought I was alone.
. . .
Jacques Fannar waited in his sailboat, letting the waves take him to the biggest island of the Icelands. The Elves have been endangered for a couple hundred years, and he's known of that one village, but he hasn't bothered to visit it. Now, after hearing the lonely village is disappearing as well, he quickly got in his boat and sailed to the island. He doesn't like Elves, specifically Frost Elves, but they are good for cleaning and housework. For several years he's needed a house elf, but the small village in the cliffs were more likely to kill him if he takes away one of their villagers. So he waited until the time comes when that village as well ceases to exist and only a few left survived.
Today was his lucky day, there, sitting on the shores his boat was going to hit was a little girl. Her silver hair blew in the breeze, her face pale and covered in silver tears. She just stared out into the ocean, not even noticing the man approaching her. She was definitely an elf, her distinct pointed ears and her silver elf tears gave it all away. It looked like she had been crying for too long and was near to a lost hope.
Jacques is not an elf, he was never one. He's a human, a human with royal blood, but his greedy, older brother took over the kingdom, kicking him out. So Jacques left to rule his own kingdom, he ended up sailing to the furthest North he could get, discovering no kingdom ruling it, so he built a palace on the edge of the smallest island, hoping he could rule the lands, but it hasn't got anywhere. So far he is just a man living in a large home, ruler of nothing.
The boat hit the grey sand and he hopped out, the little girl just thirty feet from him. He began walking towards her and stood behind the little girl, her not even noticing his presence. He squat down, her back facing him, her body curled up.
"Is something lost little one?" He asked,
The little girl gasped out of fright, turning around to see him.
"Wh-who are you?"
Jacques has his hand out for a handshake,
"Jack, Jack of the Frost Lands." He told her, knowing she would be too young to know he's really not "of" anything, "what is your name?"
"T-t-tika,"
The little girl slowly shakes his hand,
"Wow, your hands are freezing," He told her, rubbing his hands over hers to warm them, but she quickly pulls them away.
"D-do you kn-know where my br-brother... is?" She shivered, feeling uncomfortable around the white-blond haired man.
Jacques gives it some thought, realizing that is probably why she looked so miserable. She is looking for her brother. He smiled at her,
"Yes, yes I do know where your brother is, " he lied, "would you like me to take you to him?"
Tika didn't brighten up as much as he wanted, but she did nod. He brought her to his boat, placing a blanket around her to keep her warm as he sailed back out into the ocean.
. . .
Tika could not help but weep, she had lost her whole family and had nowhere else to go. She stood at the vacant shore, having nowhere else to really go besides of where she was at. Suddenly, she felt a large, strong hand grasp her shoulder. She looked up to see who it was but it was just a tall man with hair as white as the moon. He started to speak soothingly but it did not help her to hear words from a stranger that didn't look part of her kind. The stranger then asked if she would like to stay at his home for a while, she didn't hesitate.
Even though the man was a stranger, she didn't have anywhere to go really. She nodded, hoping her agreement was not a thing that would cause her to regret about it. The man walked to a small sail boat not far from where she stood, the man got into the boat and helped her in. He seemed kind and helpful, but she still was not sure whether to truly trust the man who was not an elf like her. She sat against the boat, hoping maybe she will see her brother out in the ocean as the man takes her away.
The boat began to row out to the dark ocean. She was hardly ever out in the dark outside of her village before and the land seemed unfamiliar to her suddenly. She watched as she saw her home getting smaller and smaller until she could not see it any more. The moon shone brightly, reflecting off the endless ocean. She saw the vibrant stars spotting the dark sky, and the little water fairies skipping across the water making little splashes.
One fairy flew up to her and perched on the rim looking at Tika's sad eyes. She put her petite hand on her arm and made her tiny smile, trying to comfort her. If you lived in this world you would know that this fairy was from the care tribe of the water fairies. The care fairies look a lot like the others, the only difference is they are noticed the most but in a good way. This little fairy had golden hair and a baby blue dress that sparkled in the moonlight.
"Please don't cry little one, I can help you." The squeaky voice of the water fairy said "Where is the rest of your tribe, you seem out of place with this man." she said.
"They're gone." She hiccuped, more tears bursting out.
"There, there little one I think I know where you have come from. You come from the village in the glaciers." She soothed. Tika nodded, trying to calm herself down.
"The man, why are you with him, he is not a frost elf like you." The fairy said looking up at Jacques.
"He is taking me to live with him." She cried softly.
The fairy stood up and flew backwards and few inches.
"That man does no belong. I know him, he is using you little one, he is trying to make your way towards captivity. " She said in a rushed tone.
"Using me, what do you mean?"
"He wants to turn you into a person who cannot leave his presence and be locked in his fortress forever!"
"He is nice to me, he is a good man."
"He had tricked you, don't run into this disaster it will bring you into great danger little one." She warned, clasping her hands together.
"I'll be careful." She said and the fairy flew off.
The night seemed to continue on, even though Tika's bedtime was hours ago she didn't feel any tired but scared. She was a smart girl for her age but not smart enough to refuse a villains request. She continued to watch as the waves crashed against the boat, pushing the boat further out into the ocean. Suddenly, Tika started to see land, it was defiantly not the familiar large island her village was on, but it was covered in mountains and valleys. The sun started to peep through the sky and she noticed a river flowing from the ocean into the island of mountains.
It didn't take long until the boat reached the river flowing through the canyon. She wasn't that interested in the mountains, they were almost like the familiar glaciers she had lived in but pointed. The river seemed to speed up as they got further into the canyon, Tika held on to the board she was sitting on and waited. The river churned up ahead, making the boat difficult to go across. Tika was tossed and turned on the little bench she was sitting on, hoping the ferocious ride would end. The river never seemed to end into a lake, it continued down until it reached through the iced valleys. It felt like hours of tossing and turning into the boat until the boat came to a halt at the edge of the river.
Up ahead there was a large palace. It was made of pure ice, having it supported by cardgon crystal. Tika put her hand in her hair looking for the little comb her mother had given her. The comb had little frost leaves coming from the high mountains and a crystal was placed in between them, the comb itself was sky blue and beautiful. She found it and pulled it out of her hair, looking at the last thing to remember from. The crystal comb sparkled in the sun (that was now just above there heads) it reminded her of her mothers sparkling blue eyes when she would look at her.
Tika sobbed once again as she followed Jacques to his fortress. She put the comb back in her hair and looked up at the tall structure of the building. She wiped the tears and entered the trap of which she got herself into. The inside didn't seem as beautiful in the vast building then it looked from the outside. The inside seemed to be rejecting the sun to get through the ice and reflect through. There were dark drapes that covered the entire wall and the round ceiling, letting only candlelight brighten the room. There were multiple doorways of which led to more bedrooms that Tika was hoping looked more beautiful. There were only but a few pictures over the dark drapes that was hard to tell what they were in the dark room within the ice palace.
Jacques led Tika down the large room and opened a door on the other side of it. The room was brighter but it still had those drapes except they were red. There was a long, redwood table that had the most beautifully crafted redwood chairs against it. The table had a dark basket of ruby red apples in the middle with a small red cloth under neath it. Jacques sat in a chair on one of the ends and welcomed her to sit next to him in the red room. She hesitated but knew to follow his request so he wouldn't get any suspicions. She sat next to him and Jacques grew a large smile, he snapped and the table top flipped over and a dish full of food in front of her. She then realized that it was morning and her hunger was growing quickly. The dish had a bowl of porridge and some fruit around it, she ate it quickly enjoying every bite.
After breakfast Jacques took her to her room, of which once again had drapes over it, but they were pink colored and it was a lot brighter than the other rooms she had been in. She had never experienced so much of an unnatural color in such a big area, though she didn't seem to enjoy it. She was used to sleeping in a white room sharing with her little brother, with her brown moccasins and the soft animal furs she slept on. The thought of Tiger made her cry once again, she missed him more than anything else. Her parents had even told her to take care of him, but instead she had lost him deep into the ocean not knowing if he is alive or not.
She looked over on the pink bed to find her bear fur coat laid nicely on top. She ran over to her coat and squeezed it tight against her chest, soaking it with her tears. She did this for many hours, barking at Jacques to go away when he would enter to tell her when it was time to eat. She calmed down for only a few minutes as if her tears had run out. She then started to cry once again until it got dark, then she cried herself to sleep until daylight shone through the drapes.
After a few days Jacques cared for Tika and treated her like a daughter. Then the day came when the little four year old was not a visitor any more. Tika stood at her doorway getting farther and farther from her brother. Most of the time Tika would sit on the floor of her bedroom and she did this for a long time regretting for what she did. Then she finally came out of her bedroom and ate and visited with Jacques a little more.
Then the day came when Jacques went a little too far. They sat at the table and Tika ate her evening meal without a word, Jacques then stopped talking and put his fork down. He looked over at Tika.
"So, how would you like to join me little girl." He said, weaving his fingers together.
Tika shrugged her shoulders, not keeping contact with him.
"We can rule the Icelands, and maybe even rule the world. You can be by my side and we can have servants and maids by our sides." He said.
Tika looked over at him with an angry look on her face.
"You may think I am little on the outside but I know a lot more than you think. I don't want to enslave my people, or use my pride by ruling the world. I don't want to be with you!" She barked, her fists clenched under the table.
Jacques sighed and leaned back against his chair. He snapped and the table flipped over to the side without the dishes on. He propped his feet on top of the table and crossed his legs. He snickered and folded his arms, you could see sparks of anger growing inside his pale eyes. He then took his feet off the table and leaned over to Tika, a large frown on his angry face.
"I wouldn't say that if I were you missy, you just made a big mistake." Jacques sneered and stood up.
Tika glared up at him.
"I will never join you!" She screamed.
She jumped out of her seat and started to run, but of course Jacques was faster than her and grabbed the collar of her shirt. She got jerked back and Jacques dragged her out of the red room taking her to a nearby doorway. He opened it up and there was a long staircase heading down underground. He led her down the stairs, then she realized that it was a dungeon. She got tossed in one of the cells and Jacques locked her up, he sneered and stuffed the keys back in his pocket.
"Your mine now, you are my first slave of my new collection." He said and left the dungeon, leaving Tika in the musty cell.
She didn't always remain in the cell, for the first few years she cleaned the ice floor by hand. She would have to quickly dry the floors when Jacques would come in the doorway with a bunch of Frost elf slaves from nearby villages. As she grew older she started to do more dirty work and became the head slave that everybody knew about, and they pitied her. It was this until she was about twelve years old in elf years.
The girl had escaped the grasp of Jacques Fannar. Tika wasn't sure how but she was able to. She ran as far as she could take, running through the mountains and the canyons of the island. Then she reached a vastly valley, and on the other end stood tall glaciers. Tika remembered those glaciers as she walked down the icy valley, she was reminded of how her village and her family were killed by those things. Then she remembered when Jacques told her that it was the Global Warming that killed them. She eventually found out Global warming meant the earth warming up and melting her homeland. She had not been outside for so long and the air seemed hotter than how it was inside.
She began walking until she felt the ground cracking. She didn't understand, she felt like she was on solid ground or maybe she wasn't. She continued walking still hearing the cracking underneath her feet, trying to get rid of the terrifying sound. Suddenly she felt a big crunch and she fell in a hole of icy water underneath. She felt the overwhelming coldness weakening her. She tried swimming towards the top but the cold seemed to push her further down into the icy waters. She felt stiffened and couldn't seem to feel the cold any more. Her eyes closed and she sunk down further, and further, and further into the ghastly lake....
. . .
Tika felt warmth overcome her as if the icy lake had never happened. She nearly forgot about the dreadful past she just escaped from, and she forgot about the loss she had. She felt like those long eight years was all just a dream, she could feel the warm furs over her to keep her warm and those soft moccasins over her feet. She could smell the homely smell her Iglom always seemed to have, she could imagine the icy ceiling over her head and the lovely face of her mother. She opened her eyes and made a big gasp of air, just realizing she was just dreaming about being back home. She was in a dark room, she could still feel the warmth though and the icy ground, where was she? Tika felt weak and then remembered about falling in the thin ice. The question she would ask herself was how did she live, who saved her, how could this person save her if she was underwater.
She then noticed at one end of the room she saw the starry night. Then she knew where she was at, she was in a cave. She wasn't sure where this cave was, maybe a Frost hermit lived in here, or maybe even one of her own people. Tika closed her eyes again, glad to be alive. It didn't take long until daylight streamed in the end of the cave and she woke up. A fluffy grey face was looking down at her, it's eyes glowing with delight. Tika then noticed this furry thing was no humanoid, this was a wolf. The wolf backed away and sat next to her.
"How are you feeling young elf?" The female wolf asked.
Tika tried to speak but nothing came out, it was as if the cold took her voice away.
"Don't worry, you are still in recovery. You will be better by tomorrow, maybe get some more rest and I will see you tomorrow." She said.
Tika closed her eyes and made a small nod. She felt like sleeping it felt good to let all the pain in her body to rest as she still recovered. She still had those thoughts of how she got there or how she lived, she tried not to remember about the slavery at Jacques lair but it kept biting back at her. She worried until she woke up the next day, being able to speak and felt great.
She found out the she-wolf was named Adele, she was actually a husky and used to be a sleigh dog for the northern part of the Icelands that Tika was unfamiliar about. Adele was captured by Jacques and was quick enough to escape from him before she ended up even in the fortress. She was very skilled in helping others and could run very fast. She said that when she saw Tika fall into the ice she was quick enough to jump in to rescue her. Even though Tika was already unconscious once she found her Adele took her in her cave and nursed her until she got better.
Tika than told Adele about her long and dreadful story of her past. Adele wasn't sure what to say, she had only been in her cave for only a few months and was hoping to return back home soon. Though Tika really did not even have a home to return to and she felt terribly bad for her. Tika did stay with Adele for quite a while, they treated each other like a family but at the same time it wasn't the same. After about a year with living with Adele it was time for the both of them to move on.
"I have to return back to my hometown, but I think I have a good place for you to go." Adele said sitting down next to the thirteen year old Tika.
"What have you thought for me to go?" Tika asked.
"I just received an important message from the mainland, they want you to come to the mainland for an important quest. They want you to meet them at an inn where there will be others travelers to meet you also. I seem to have no further information about it." Adele said pushing a scrap of paper up to Tika, "This is the map to the inn, they want you to leave as soon as possible."
Tika picked up the slip and there she saw the map of the green mainland. She nodded in agreement and Adele explained more about where she was thinking of going. The next day came and the last minute journey started quickly. Tika gave the broad wolf a loving hug and they left without saying anything else. Tika was given a boat that Adele had made her and she started to head towards the seas. It had been a good many years since she last had seen the ocean, she dreaded it for her brother was gone out there.
She sighed as she reached the shores of the island. She sat in the boat and looked out in the ocean, not really ready to go drifting off out into the open. She pulled the rope and she felt the boat being pushed out to the endless sea. Adele said that the main land was a few days away so she had a pack of food and supplies for the long trip across the water. The ocean looked pale and steam was coming out of it because it was so cold. Tikardra looked ahead and noticed no sign of life or land. She leaned back in her boat, waiting long hours until it reached night.
The stars shone in the sky and the moon was only a tiny sliver in the sky. She noticed the outer darkness that laid behind the bright stars. Then she noticed the bright moon.She wasn't sure how the moon changed every night, it was always in a different shape, it was as if the moon was slowly slipping behind the darkness then coming back out a few nights later. The moon looked so big across the vast sea, it still had the glowing reflection across the waters making the ocean sparkle. Then she noticed the sparkle was not the ocean, it was the water fairies, they were coming out.
Tika remembered the fairy she talked to eight years ago and how she helped her but she didn't except. A lot of the fairies didn't pay attention of the upcoming boat. One of the fairies though came up to Tika and perched on the rim of the boat, it looked just like the fairy she saw when she was younger.
"You have grown young one, you look even more beautaful then when I saw you many years ago." the fairy said her smile growing.
"But isn't this a different part of the sea of where I last saw you?" Tika asked.
"Yes... water fairies don't always stay in the same spot for very long. I see that you have escaped the evil man you have encountered with." The fairy said making a short nod.
Tika nodded.
"I am now on a quest on the mainland." Tika mentioned.
"Oh, well the mainland is far from here, it is many days away by boat." The fairy said, her face filling with worry.
"I can make it." Tika promised.
"No, we are fairies that help. We will help you reach your destination." The fairy said.
Before Tika could say anything else the fairy began calling the other fairies. They all grouped together and she explained in her tiny, ancient, fairy language. Suddenly, the fairies looked over at Tika and flew behind the boat. They all worked together and suddenly, Tika was over the water in the boat. The fairies were lifting the boat and taking it, Tika sat in amazement to how little fairies could carry such a big boat for them.
The night just seemed to go quickly until Tika started to see the mainland up ahead. After a while more of flying closer to the vast green area, the fairies put the boat back in the water.
"Good luck Tikardra." The fairy said and they flew off.
The boat waded on, she was even more anxious to get to the green, mainland. She had not seen so much green in such a big area before. Not long after she had reached the lively shores of the mainland. She hopped off the boat to find her coat that Adele had given her was way too warm for the weather she was in. She pulled off the coat and walked on, her moccasins crunching against the yellow sand. The sandy beach suddenly ended and she ended up in a area full of green and colorful plants. She felt the long grass brush against her shoes and touched every tree that she passed by, feeling the rough bark. Then it turned into a forest of dark trees and dark wood. She passed by a sign that said in its ancient letters, which if you would translate the letters you would find it meant: Darkwood forest. Tika passed by the sign and walked on.
The darkwood forest was dark but beautiful, she would pass by creatures she couldn't have imagined of. Some were flying creatures and some walked on four legs like Adele did. She continued down the forest, amazed at the immaculate designs and wonders. The forest was defiantly large and the map showed it to be large and vastly. She continued down until something caught her foot and she went flying over the ground.
She was dangling, upside down, her foot caught on a tight rope. She felt the blood rushing to her head, making her head feel pressurized. She tried yelling for help but nobody came to rescue her. She than saw a boy that looked about two years younger than her. His hair was black and he had stripes of black across his cheeks, and he had a long spear. He cut the rope and Tika fell on the ground, the looked up at the boy and noticed an older girl behind him. The girl looked about her age and had even blacker hair than the boy did, and she had a black line streaked down her nose and forehead. They both had her ears, the sign of being an elf. But they defiantly did not look like they were frost elves with the black hair. All frost elves had the hair of silver, and white.
"Who are you?" Tika asked the elves.
"We are forest elves, no who are you?" The girl asked harshly.
"I'm a frost elf, and my name is Tikardra Sleet." She responded.
After the boy heard Tika say her name, he started to back away slowly.
"I can't tell you what my name or his, our clan is forbidden to tell our identities to strangers." The girl said, "Though, we will let you stay at our place for the night because we are moving our destination anyway." She said walking up to Tika.
The boy and the girl led Tika further down the forest. Then Tika realized that it was getting dark, and she was starting to get tired. They led her further and further until they got to a small hut in a small opening within the forest. Close to the hut was a fresh water river that flowed freely next to them. The forest elves got into the hut and Tika followed them in. She almost felt like she was back home but she didn't, although there seemed to be something in there that made Tika feel at home.
Morning broke earlier than Tika was used to and she got out of the hut. Out in the river she saw the boy getting out and wrapping a towel around himself, she then knew that he must have gotten a bath. But there was something that changed about him, he didn't have a the black hair like what she saw him, he had silver hair just like hers. Tika stomped up to him and looked down at the eleven year old.
"Who are you really?" Tika asked the boy.
For a while the boy did not respond but just stared up at Tika.
"I'm a frost elf, okay! I try to be a forest elf but the charcoal I put in my hair doesn't like to stay in!" The boy said, trying to stay calm.
"Yah, you are defiantly a frost elf but what is your name?" she asked harshly.
there was a long pause "Tigeron, my name is Tigeron."
. . .
Tears strung down her cheeks, for she had met her brother after eight years of slavery and grief.
"Who are you, why are you crying?" The boy asked.
"Tiger, Tiger it's me, it's your sister, Tikardra."
It seemed a big shock to the boy, for he never would expect this either.
"Tika?"
She nodded, her lips quivering from crying. Tiger looked at her, even himself near to crying and they burst into a hug.