Ritual Pit chapter 4Several heroes met in one of the caverns.'How it's been in Irollan, Vayshan?' Eruina asked. Vayshan smirked.'Like always. Lots of wood elves. I've brought something for a sacrifice.''Malassa will be pleased.' Yrwanna stated.'For sure She will. I brought something from Sheogh...' Eruina added.'Hope She will give us more Furies' Yrwanna said. Kythra snorted.'She gave us Furies in previous sacrifice. Now it's time for minotaurs' she said, cracking her whip of slave overseer. They were just about to argue when a crying Shadow Witch ran into the cavern and grabbed Eruina's shirt.'He... sob I saw him... sob Drunk... sob With another girl... sob' she said, crying. Eruina hugged her warmly and tightly.'Hush, Yshela...' she tried to soothe her. 'They just returned from Irollan, it's no weird they want to have some fun...''No! sob He wasn't... sob in Irollan...sob I would have seem him... sob he wasn't...sob I don't know why
Mongrel'Hey, Dan-tir! Don't jump as if you were a Ranean!' Dan'mal said, dodging before his sister's attack. Dan-tir jumped even higher, attacking her brother again with a pair of short, wooden swords, wrapped in soft linen. After all, she was only five and Dan'mal was six, so they had to wrap their swords to prevent injury.'I AM a Ranean!' she shrieked. Dan'mal dodged again and hit her with his long sword, laughing.'You? Ranean? Are you sure, my sis?''Of course! Raneans have ginger hair. Not red, like mommy, but ginger. And they plait thin braids near their ears and cut them off after their first battle. And Raneans are freckled, and short, and...''...and Raneans have WHITE skin, my sis. Not grey. Your skin is grey as ash. And you use elven swords. And you have pointy ears, like mommy. So you can't be a Ranean...'Dan-tir crouched and attacked Dan'mal again, and again, and again...'Hey! Stop it! D-don't attack as swiftly as if you were a Dark Elf!' Dan'mal shrieked in pure panic. Dan-ti
Master of death'I want to bear your child' Kiulla the Dark Elf said. Dan'lene the Ranean warrior looked at the blonde baby he was holding.'Dan'mal is my son' he said.'You accepted him as your son, but he carries this sod's blood, not yours. I want your child. I didn't even want to give birth to Dan'mal.''Let's make a deal, my darling' Dan'lene said, stroking his wife's red hair. 'We'll have another child if you accept Dan'mal as my son.''It's a deal. All right.'Nearly a year later Kiulla gave birth to twins. Two girls, both ginger-haired and freckled like their father, but grey-skinned and orange-eyed like their mother.'What name will we give them? Elven or Raenan?' Kiulla asked.'One elven and one Ranean' Dan'lene said. 'And both meaning the same.''I take it one has to carry name starting with Dan... Dan means death...''Dan-tir. It means "Master of death". I think it's a good name...''Yes. And we have similar elven name... Sykiel.''Dan-tir and Sykiel... beautiful names.'
Awaited'This time it's certainly a boy' said a pregnant elven woman just after she vomited again. Her husband sighed.'Maybe I would believe you if it wasn't for the sixth time' he smiled. 'Maybe we should just give up...''Never! We must have a son. And I swear, it's this time! In a month you'll see our son!'The elf patted his wife's head.'I'll see...'Their eldest daughter, Ruita, pulled her father's trousers.'Daddy! Teach me some sword-waving!' she demanded. The elf agreed. He had no hope for a boy after his five daughters were born, so he wanted to make at least one of the girls a warrior.Ruita was learning quickly. Her father was very proud of her and dared to say that even dark elven female warriors aren't as good as his daughter would be later.A month passed quite calmly, not including the wife stating every single day that this time she's going to give birth to a boy. The husband didn't pay any attention to it, as he was too busy teaching Ruita to fight. Finally the baby was born