By Jai Sonwalkar
(Jai is the ‘Communications In-charge’ at Shishuvan and handles the blog and website among other things. She likes to tell stories to children. Although she has been an adult for quite some time now, she is fond of telling people what she’d like to be when she grows up, and her list is never-ending! Currently, she wants to be a fantasy story writer, and this is what she wrote as an English assignment for the Empowering English Course, for an exercise in fantasy writing.)
We were up there on the glowing Mystree, jumping from one luminescent bough to another – engaged in combat. The emerald moss on the boughs had made them slippery; one had to be adept to even stand on one of these babies. One slip and down you go – to the chasm of no return. Our spells and counter-spells to upend each other were ricocheting off the branches all around us. We were moving at hyper-speed to dodge them.
I sized him up for the umpteenth time – Drazah – my arch-nemesis. He was 2 elf-fingers taller and his pointed ears were bare while I wore elf-rings in mine. His slanting eyes had deep scarlet irises and I stared back with indigo. He had slimed his hair green while my mane looked and smelled like treacle. We were both wearing dark robes – mine decorated with the squadron badge.
I had been successfully foiling his devious plans since aeons and he was sorely mad at me. We Elves are an egoistic race. We never forget and seldom forgive.
“Be prepared to die, mortal” he hissed baring a row of pointed teeth. “No more than you” I snarled. I took a deep breath and spelled the first incantation –
“Durell-us and Wilde-ous,
let me speak,
turn this elf blind,
never can he peek”.
By Zork, I missed!
He cackled deafeningly. “Ythrow… spare me your nursery rhymes. I am much beyond your childish spells. Dodge this:
King and Gaiman,
Pray, take his life.
Let him bleed dry,
cut him like a knife”.
“NO!” I screamed. “We aren’t allowed to use death-spells, vile creature.” I whirled to duck his spell. “Aha! But I am an outlaw thanks to you, and an outlaw obeys no laws” and Drazah’s mirthless laughter echoed as I lost balance and plunged to the inky depths.