[gremlin]

Judith's heart fluttered when he climbed in to bed with her, Vrine lifted his head and hissed at Rhyldrin afraid that her attention would be taken away from him. "Jealous?" she asked the little dragon, she poked his nose with her finger and he nibbled on it. She sighed and buried her face in to the pillow. "Alright," she mumbled quietly to him. "Goodnight, Rhyldrin." then she closed her eyes.

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It was late at night when Brishen appeared with his men by his side. There were hundreds, maybe thousands. He had been planning this for quite some time for as long as the war had been happening. Brishen had been training his men for this day, though he left the women out of it. He didn't like women being brought in to the war. He in a way understood why the Dark Elves allows it. Their women were far more vicious and superior then the men, they were probably the ones who were in charge there but here? No, women were meant to stay home. Three years, he thought and smiled. Three years and now this day has finally come! He laughed to himself, some men who surrounded him looked up alarmed by his sudden outburst. No one spoke about it when Brishen was around but they all thought that he was mad. Though if even a group of men reported his odd behaviour no one would want to take him away from the war. Brishen liked to kill the Dark Elves, his hatred was much stronger than any of the other men combined. That fueled him to want to win the war which in the elder's eyes was a very good thing. So he was not going home any time soon, at least for now. Even if they did try to send him home he would refuse. He still had unfinished business with a certain Dark Elf and his own sister who had gone missing. When he came back to the camp seeing it burnt to the ground he was enraged. What upset him even more was that the Dark Elf had escaped and his sister as well. At first he had assumed that she had gotten out then freed the Dark Elf or that the Dark Elf had freed himself then helped her but then his guard told him what had happened. The two had left at different times so he assumed that they couldn't be together. The Dark Elf had left her trapped and because of the immense number of missing men he assumed that the Dark Elves had taken her, too. A woman was hard to come across in a war, he wondered what they were doing to her.

"Sir?" a young man spoke to Brishen, it brought him out of his thoughts. Brishen looked down at him. He was barely twenty, maybe eighteen. Why are they sending children out here? he thought. "What do you want?" he barked, the young man jumped and hesitated to speak again. "Speak up before I lose interest in what you have to say." Brishen spat. "Will the war end after this?" he finally asked. "I have a wife back home, sir." he stuttered as he spoke. Brishen roared with laughter, what a question! "If it doesn't then at least they won't have a home anymore, they will run and scatter amongst the forests and we will hunt them and kill them all, one by one!" he laughed. The young man shook in his boots. "We will win, there's no doubt about that!" The other men looked at Brishen for a moment but looked away, afraid that he would be offended by their looks. He really was mad, wasn't he?

Brishen sat on his horse quietly for a few minutes. The men around him started to whisper, wondering what he was thinking or when he would command them to strike. "Listen up!" he finally yelled, he tugged on the reins and his horse neighed. He wanted to gather the attention of his men or at least as much as them as he could. "Don't show them mercy, they would not do it for us! Be careful of the females, they tend to be a bit nastier than the men are. They may be able to see in the dark which puts us at a disadvantage but," he nodded towards a patch of men. "I brought torches, those things don't like the light that much. If we charge in there it will blind them temporarily, take advantage of it." he hissed. "Because after some time their eyes will ajdust to the light and then you might be in some trouble." Men began to go around handing out torches. "There probably aren't enough," Brishen shrugged, he didn't care if some of them died. He just wanted to find that Dark Elf who had stabbed him and for other obvious reasons as well, his side throbbed thinking about it. "But that's your problem." he added sourly. The men began to whisper, then a commotion broke out. One punched another for a torch, Brishen laughed at the sight. "Save your energy for the enemy!" he barked. "Besides you can light their homes on fire to light up the place more." he suggested.

Brishen's eyes looked down at the cave below them. "You may think that I'm a fool for planning this to happen at night," he spoke loudly drawing the attention of his men. If he turned to look at them he would have seen some nodding. "But I have a reason for it. There will be less of them in there, most will be out." he sounded full of himself as he spoke. "There will probably be children, Dark Elves in training and pregnant women there, elderly Dark Elves as well. Kill them all. They will be weaker than the other ones that aren't here at the moment. Take advantage of it before the others return and discover us." Brishen didn't want his men to think that he was a coward for attacking the weak. "It will be much more easier this way instead of going after the stronger ones first. Then these ones can escape and we might lose our chance to kill them. The stronger ones will come after us seeking revenge. If not then we will look for them and slowly kill them off until there are none left." he paused for a moment to breath. "Do you understand?" most replied yes, but some remained silent. They were unsure if this would work but they had to trust Brishen and not doubt him. It would be them that helped make this plan successful.

Brishen cleared his throat before he spoke again. "Alright men!" he yelled. "It's time, ready yourselves!" Brishen's ears enjoyed the sound of his men preparing to kill. Then light came from behind them, the torches had been lit. "Charge!" he barked and they did. The ones on horses reached the cave first, then the ones of feet. Then blood was drawn. Torches were thrown on to the Dark Elve's homes. Children screamed as they were slaughtered but they did fight back. No matter what age they all fought back. Disgusting, Brishen thought he pulled his blade out from a child's head, they are all disgusting.