Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Half Elf ❯ Hal-elf ( Chapter 1 )

I got the idea from reading Record of Lodoss War: Deedlits Tale. This is by no means a cross over; you will have to read to see the resemblance. YOU DON NOT HOWEVER HAVE TO HAVE READ Record of Lodoss War: Deedlits Tale to understand this story. I also do not own any characters associated with Rurouni Kenshin. The two characters Iinya and Tren however are mine.

"Iinya you must slow down."

"No, Tren, they will take her and she'll be put into slavery. I will not allow that to happen."

"If you..." WACK. A branch hit Tren in the face. Still he did not slow down. "...Do not slow down, you will tire out and your fumbling fast paced footprints give you away." Tren replies having no problem keeping up.

"Then use your gentle swiftness to carry us...uh..." Trens eyes widened in horror. He had heard the arrow too late; it was a kind of arrow that was silent until close. The arrow had pierced through her neck as she turned to face him. "Uhh," She gasped again as she held the child out. Tren quickly took the child as her body collapsed backwards. He pulled the baby to his chest and swiftly jumped into the trees above. He hadn't wanted to leave her. She had been his wife, the wife he had fallen madly in love with. His eyes seemed to sting as he looked down upon her body. He swiftly closed his eyes at the look on her face. He turned his back to the scene and listened to the heavy footsteps that approached. They could only be humans, as the dying plants seemed to scream as they were trampled. He so longed to bury her body in a field of flowers, where she could rest peacefully and be surrounded by beauty. His first priority was to save the child their love had produced.

He turned and stood towering on the branch. The thick leaves and his clothing helped to hide him. If the humans were able to see quicker they would have noticed him as he jumped into the trees. "We've found the kings wench, but the blasted child and father have escaped. Lets take the woman's body to him. He can still have his fun." The gruff man spoke and cackled as his men joined in. Two men picked her body up harshly. A third yanked the arrow from her neck producing a gaping hole as he'd pulled the barbed arrow out the same way it had gone in. They all proceeded back the way they came.

Trens Eyes flashed with rage, as he saw the way they treated her. He had wanted to leap down and fight all the men, but he was by himself and had a child that need caring for. He calmed his emotions. He had been with humans for many years. His love was one and thus there love had produced a mixed child. It would be shunned by both kinds of beings, but still to have a child born from love made the harshness seem a dull ache. The child was six months old, any younger and he and the child might not have escaped the wrath of the soldiers. Sometimes living wit humans could cloud ones judgment, it would take many years, but still his inner workings would always be there to calm him. He had to think the way his fellow kin did.

Tren pulled the baby closer to him. Because of the child his wife was now gone, but the child held no blame. Her mother and him, as the father, would both die for the little girl. He had to save her and then he could grieve. The child mattered more than the grieving of his wife.

He quickly jumped from branch to branch with the lightest steps, making no sound as he landed. He swiftly hurried the opposite way the soldiers had gone. He could not live in a village with his kin, for the child would be cast out into the cold to fend for herself. The child was never to be accepted by his kin because she had human blood flowing with in her. He would settle in a human village that had other of his kin. They need not be from the same village to be kin, as long as they were of the same kind.

It would take most of the night to reach the village. The village housed mostly humans, but some of his kin had be able to seek refuge, s their village was destroyed by bandits.

A few hours later he came upon the village he was seeking. He had taken the tress most of the time, avoiding the path below just in case some guards were searching for him and the child. He jumped to the ground, landing silently. He slowly approached the gate.

"Halt who approaches?" A guard called.

"I am Tren, I have come with my child to seek refuge after my wife was killed in cold blood." Tren closed his eyes and stepped into the light of the torches hanging on the walls near the wooden doors. They lit the area around the guards and a few feet in front of where they stood. One of the guards took two steps toward the intruder.

Gaps came from both me soldiers. Even with the limited light, he was a sight to behold. He stood six foot tall. His body was lean and muscular. His eyes were slightly smaller than a humans but the difference was so minimal that only people looking hard could detect it. His eyes were keen and sharp and could see a long distance away, the deep rich green bordered on a forest green. The sight was f heard of in humans, they had green eyes, but no human's bore this deep to an actual green held in nature. An olive green is usually what humans had. His skin was a golden honey brown. It was too light to be a real brown, yet too dark to be considered white. His long flowing golden hair shimmered even in the dim firelight coming from the torches. He was dressed in a deep green shirt and pants, which held leaves in odd spots. The shirt and pants themselves seemed to be made out of leaves. A golden ban wrapped around the middle of his forehead, with a pendent in the middle. The pendent held a white unicorns head with a flowing mane. The pendent glinted in the light, as did the gold.

The little sleeping girl in his arms was wrapped in a thick green blanket that shined a glossy coat as leaves often do. The same man that had taken the two steps walked further forward as the other cocked his bow. The arrow knocked and almost aimed as his face. The first night looked at the child. "She seems to be a pure child of our heritage, no features of a human seem preset.

"I assure she is half human, as she grows the features you see now will change. Her mother was just killed this very night and I seek to save the child from the same fate."

"Tell! Who is the child's mother? If we recognize the name given, we shall allow you to enter." The man stepped back a pace.

"Iinya Shiinai, Her name was not yet linked with mine. So that is her sure name."

"Yes I have heard the name before. She was a proud respectable lady that was in the Lords court. I heard a child from another union stopped the marriage that was to happen. No word of who the man was, until now.

"Yes it had been a secret that had been kept for all this time. Tren mourned thinking of his past.

"Yes we shall permit you to enter, but you must remember that not all the villagers will accept the child you hold. She may resemble a human more so than you but still, she will be shunned by some of the villagers. The pointed ears however will always show a heritage she has even if hidden, by a human face.

"I understand, but she'll be accepted right?"

"By the other of your kin yes. Most of the humans will refrain from having any contact with the child. The gates opened and he walked into his new village, the first village not of his tribe for him to ever stay in. This village would be little Misao's home and with it her chance to live a life where she could at least be accepted by some of both kin.

Misao could grow up to be a pretty half-elf child with dark tresses that shimmered like the elves. Her skin was a golden color just like he fathers, but that could change over time. He ears had small points to the, like most elves. Very few if any rarely have human ears. If they do have human ears then their face usually resembles that of an elf. Her eyes were unlike any elvish eyes, they sparkled and shined as humans did, but still they were unusually large even for a human. They fit her just fine, and the radiant color they were made them seem even more brilliant. The shimmering Aqua Blue eyes of hers seemed to hold so much emotion eve at her age. This would be the place Misao was raise to become a half-elf child. She would learn of the spirits and be trained to defend herself. She would grow up in a safe home.

Okay well this is a prologue so its shorter tan most. It's also the first and only prologue I have ever down for a story. So I hope its somewhat good and that all the description doesn't annoy everyone.

Also I was wondering if any one would like to know how the two parents met? If so let me know and I will try and come up with something and I can post it on fictionpress. I haven't really written a story all my own, with my own characters, in awhile. So if anyone would like to read it let me know please.