CHAPTER 32

MEDICINE BOW MOUNTAINS

NORTHERN COLORADO

SEVENTY-SIX MILES NORTH OF DENVER

          "We traveled only at night my Queen, to avoid detection." The male Elf officer spoke, bowing his head and reporting from one knee. "The Alliance forces pursued Queen Tarifa's forces from the battle in the North, while we escorted the Holy One here. Her senior Lieutenant met us with the Holy One, while the Queen's own unit led Marcus and his units to the south to cover our escape."

          "She led these forces herself?" The female voice asked the tone of surprise clearly evident.

          "It would appear that way my Queen." The male elf replied.

          "You brought the Holy One here… but why?"

          "I asked him too." Walter Carson spoke as he entered the cave chamber.

          The chamber was large, and his voice carried a small distance, but the unmistakable tapping of his walking stick on the ground carried much further.

          "Holy One," The female voice echoed quietly, and the long silky platinum blond hair of the Queen of the Wood Elves appeared from the shadows as she dropped to one knee.

          As with Tarifa before him, Walter stepped up to her slowly and touched her head. "You need not bow to me Dysea."

          The platinum hair didn't move. "You are the Holy One." She spoke softly.

          Walter turned to the male elf that had been making his report and the three male guards near the entrance to the chamber. All of them had their heads bowed. "Leave us." He spoke as he moved to the small chair to the side of the glittering polished white marble throne chair. As he settled into the chair, he noticed they were finally alone. "Look at me Dysea." He spoke.

          The platinum blond head came up, and Walter was looking into the deepest emerald green eyes he had ever seen. Dysea was Queen of the Wood Elves, and had been for over a century. She was born ten years before Tarifa, thus making them the closest in age of any ruling Queens before them. While Tarifa was a tanned dark haired goddess, Dysea was completely opposite with long flowing platinum blond hair that reached to the small of her back and softly tanned skin. Walter had to inwardly complement himself on the beauty that the female elves possessed. He had engineered them to be nearly irresistible to human men with their near perfect figures and seemingly submissive nature, but he knew that while the female elves were very submissive with the men they took as their mates, they were anything but submissive when it came to protecting those they cared for.

          He had created the elves to be open in regards to their sexuality, not afraid to enter into relationships of any sort. He made them to be quite possibly the most sexually free species to ever inhabit the earth. He had not intended for them to be turned into slaves.

          Dysea matched Tarifa's beauty in every way; they were just completely opposite in their looks. They were both the epitome of perfection, with the figures that drove human men mad with desire, and both Tarifa and Dysea had developed their leg and ass muscles to give them near perfect matching asses. Dysea wore a pure white dress that covered her shoulders and extended down her arms in sleeves, but from the fastened neck collar of the dress to just about mid way over her abdomen, she wore a black mesh like material that did nothing to hide the outline of her large and very firm 34C breasts. The dress had a thick white strip down the remaining portion of her abdomen that connected to the lower part of the dress that was nothing more then white panties and three floor length strips of white cloth. Her almost knee high white boots completed the very alluring outfit. While Tarifa was deeply tanned, Dysea was a beauty with only a light tan to her skin from her frequent trips to the surface.

          Walter had to smile inwardly to himself once more. He had forgotten that the Wood Elves were much more open about their sexuality than the High Elves, even more so than he had intended them to be and the clothes they chose to wear reflected this.

          "Your dealings with the Alliance will backfire on you." Walter spoke.

          Dysea's green eyes flashed in surprise and she saw the man she knew only as the Holy One smile. "You… you know of our talks Holy One?"

          "Did you think you could keep it from me child?" He asked in an amused tone. "I saw their representative basking in the attention of two elves in the next chamber when I arrived."

Dysea's mind was thinking quickly, but she could not come up with a statement before Walter smiled gently. "Tarifa and the High Elves are not your enemies Dysea. They are your sisters and brothers."

          "Holy One they raid and murder my people at any opportunity that arises!" Dysea countered with passion in her tone.

          "The Alliance is turning you against them using lies and agents." Walter told her. "You know as well as I that they want nothing but to enslave all elves to their whim. To be used in whatever manner they deem."

          Dysea nodded slowly. "Perhaps Holy One, but they will find that the Wood Elves are not so easily controlled and subjugated."

          Walter stood up slowly. "When I first created your ancestors, it was with the purpose of helping men; helping them to rebuild our shattered world. You could do things they could not, go places they could not. Your beauty and the beauty of your sisters and your brother elves were meant to inspire them and give them reasons to go on." He shook his head. "Instead they enslaved you, and twisted my creations into monsters for their conquest. I do not want to see that happen to you nor any of the elves Dysea."

          Dysea got to her feet, standing to her full height of five foot seven, her platinum hair falling to the middle of her muscular and toned ass. "We would fight them to our dying breath Holy One." She spoke.

          Walter nodded. "Yes I know, but that is not what I want to see. It has already begun you know. They are hounding Tarifa and the High Elves mercilessly, hunting her and her people. When they are finished with them, they will come for you."

          "My pact with the Alliance will give us weapons and equipment that will allow us to fight them Holy One." Dysea spoke.

          "And in return, you will help them to destroy your brothers and sisters." Walter spoke, turning to look at her. "Have you been raiding camps and murdering High Elves Dysea?"

          Dysea looked at him wide eyed. "Certainly not Holy One! That is not something I would allow, regardless of what the Council of Elders desires!"

          Walter nodded. "Ah yes, The Council of Elders." He spoke returning to the chair. "Tarifa has the same problems with her Council of Elders. It seems that I made a mistake when I formed the governments of your societies. The Council of Elders for both you and Tarifa are part of the problem, and not part of the solution."

          "Yet they hold a large sway over my people Holy One." Dysea spoke.

          "So it would seem." Walter spoke to himself. "I wonder why that is?"

          "What do you mean Holy One?" Dysea asked, confused that he had not directed his last statement to her.

          Walter met her gaze. "Events are changing Dysea." He spoke, getting to his feet and walking up to her. He reached out and touched the tattoo on the side of her slim neck. "You bear a unique mark for a reason Dysea." He said softly. "And soon you will discover two others with matching tattoos, and you will need to make decisions that you have never thought of. It will be those decisions that you and the others make that will decide the fate of the Elves and mankind. I ask that you explore what the Alliance has told you before proceeding further with your plans for a pact with them. Tarifa and the High Elves are not so different from you and the Wood Elves."

          Dysea snorted most unladylike. "Holy One they are beneath us! They smell different and they act different. They consider themselves above us in so many ways. The Wood Elves are much more expressive in everything we do, and the High Elves are repressive by their very nature."

          Walter smiled. "Do you know this to be true? Have you witnessed this yourself?"

          Dysea paused for a long moment. "Well… no Holy One, but all the reports from the Council… and our scouts…"

          "Are wrong," Walter spoke flatly. He took her hands in his, causing Dysea to smile up at him with adoring eyes, the eyes of a child looking at their adored parent. "As I said, events are changing rapidly now. An individual has come to earth, another of my creations from a past long ago. He is a warrior unequaled Dysea, as are those that travel with him. Even your vaunted Wood Elf Rangers are but children to them. Tarifa has met him already; I can feel it. You must seek them out Dysea. Only the three of you will stand a chance of insuring that elves and all those that are enslaved will be free. Only the three of you can convince the humans not aligned with the Alliance that you are not possessions to be traded and sold like cattle. Only the three of you together stand a chance of changing the face of the world, as we know it. But you must seek him out."

          Dysea looked at him. "Holy One… do you suggest I leave and travel on the surface to find this strange man and the Queen of our rivals?"

          Walter nodded. "Yes." He told her. "If you do not, then all I have tried to build… all you have tried to build… will be lost forever under the boot heel of the Alliance."

          "The Council will never agree Holy One." Dysea spoke. "You must know this."

          "I do. That is why I am coming with you, and why we must not tell them what you are doing."

          "You ask me to go against the will of the Council of Elders?" Dysea asked aghast.

          "I ask you to seek the one you were meant for, even more than Tarifa, this man will call to you in a way unlike any you have ever experienced. It is he that keeps you from taking others into your bed while filling your dreams." Walter spoke.

"Holy One… how do you… how do you know who I take into my bed and what I dream of?" Dysea asked somewhat surprised.

Walter smiled. "Do you think it is a secret that no man has shared your company or your bed in almost a hundred years?" He asked reaching up out to caress the tattoo on her neck again. "This is something you have to do Dysea, and you must use the intelligence I gave you to make your own decisions. Leave the Council of the Elders to me."

          "And if I refuse?" Dysea asked.

          "Then we have already lost." Walter spoke softly. "And no matter what you do, you and every Wood Elf that remains alive will become slaves to Alliance rule."