Lanton's Year (Revised)

Prologue

Here I am staring up at the point of a sword preparing to die. After all the troubles I've been through it really doesn't seem fair does it? What? You mean you don't know what I've been through? Well then, perhaps I should start from the beginning.

It started a year ago. It really does seem such a short amount of time for all that's happened.

Chapter 1

And So the Year Begins


A gentle pitter-patter of rain against my window woke me. I opened my eyes looking around the dank, dark room that I called home. I have been living here since the war took my father from my family, and afterward the goblins raid had killed my mother and five sisters. I'm all that's left now. The battles have been going on for far too long, the king is to stubborn to admit, that he's lost the war almost a month ago. Next to the king, however, the knights are worse, they've decided to steal from the commoners just to feed their own families. So that brings me to where I am now.

Slowly, I stand and stretch the kinks out of my shoulders and back. It's ironic, I’m only twelve and I feel like I’m thirty, it’s sad, but not many people even make it to thirty anymore. People did once, my mother told me, that, once, we had something called technology, to live into the nineties and even early hundreds, but people haven’t been able to for nearly three hundred years. When the foolish scientists discovered DNA, that belonged to none of the known animals of earth, they used it to clone creatures that should no longer exist, that was the last day of the civilization with such wonders and long lives.

The creatures, they had cloned, were the monsters from what we thought was mythology. The truth was hard to bare. Ogres, orcs, goblins, dragons, minotars, elves, dwarves, and more were all real, and we gave them the chance to take over. The elves rule this land, once known as America, its now known as Velsny, or at least the eastern half is, its one of the largest kingdoms the northern Midwest is know to be ruled by humans and is known as Lost Home. Then the southern Midwest is inhabited humans, but the ones controlling that land are goblins, who treat humans as cattle for them to use and eat. The war, that has gone on for too long, is between the goblins with their slaves and the elves with their human subjects.

Now the kingdom, ruled by the goblins, is called Gunarish. It has been waging war with Vnelsy to gain slave rights and land in the elfin kingdom. Now, the elves aren't so bad, if they were I wouldn't exist. Well, let me rephrase that, not all elves are that bad, I know for a fact my mother had me concentually, but I know many others like me that are products of rape. You've probably guessed by now that I'm half elven. My mother was married to my father for 10 years before the war.

I miss them, but not just for the love they give me. They were my protection; a half elf is shunned by both cultures, and an orphan such as myself can be killed just cause of what we are.

Now your probably wondering, ok that explains some stuff but what about that stuff with the sword in the beginning? Well this is just a bit of background information so your not asking who’s fighting in the war and why’re humans involved.

"Hey you in there!" a voice jars me from my thoughts, "get the hell outta there before I run you through you mongrel!"

The owners, of the room I’m in, found me, shit. I get up and run as fast as I can. Threats of death are no stranger to me, I get at least eight a day. Now, I have to find a new home. I sigh, since I really did like that room, there was an actual roof on it, the first I've had in months. How can life get much worse? I should've never asked.
A troop of twenty elven soldiers, began to pass me one by one each glaring at my cowering form.

I hate cowering it's a sign of weakness but many times it saves me a lot of grief. Not this time though.

“Well, well, well what do we have here? A half breed," the high and mighty elf lord got off his horse and approached my shaking form, " how delightful, I haven't had a good fuck in a long time."

Lanton shuddered, backing away. He had no wish to become some horny elf's pleasure slave, so he lied, "I'm sorry sir, I'm already taken and am expected back at home..."

He was interrupted by a blow to the head, "Don't you lie to me, you half breed scum, get over here and you will be fed and bedded for only a good fuck or two a night, instead of receiving a death that a lying mongrel like you deserve.”
Lanton shook his head saying, that he was willing to take his chances on the streets. This only served to infuriate the soldier, who, instantly, grabbed him and hauled him over his shoulder, " You'll pay for your words tonight whelp."

He turned to find the commander's horse in his path and looking up met the angry glare of the commander.

"Are you quit done captain? May we continue on our way now, or do you need more time to secure your fuck thing?" the icy voice of the general asked, sarcastically.

The captain mentally cursed and bowed his head, "Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir, I just had to take him as mine it wont happen again."

“Then mount and keep your new slave in line, or so help me ill behead you both if you dare to delay our return to the keep any longer." The captain paled and effortlessly mounted his stallion, even with Lanton over his shoulder, not saying anything more, knowing his general's threat was genuine. Once mounted, he placed Lanton sidesaddle in front of him keeping his right arm tightly around the half-breed, while the other held the reins.

Lanton struggled for a tiny bit, before he finally gave up, when the grip of the captain became so tight, that he couldn't breath. He was thankful, when the captain loosened his grip enough so he could breath again, but he remained terrified. The Keep, they were taking him to that dreaded fortification. He had heard many stories about that place, none of them good.