Stop this madness

Ignoring your throbbing hard-on, you storm into the study, determined to stop what Ceinwyn doesn't want.

The thick, wooden door makes a heavy crash, as the druid's eyes snap open and turn to stare at you and Tri'lanna. Forgetting about Lady Morianara and forgetting the fingers that are inches-deep inside her, her face passes through several phases. First is absolute horror, then shame in being discovered in this position, then anger, until her emotions finally give up trying to express themselves and settle on a pleading look for help.

You hear Tri'lanna gasp behind you. "Mother? What are you doing?!"

Morianara turns to face your Elven friend and her face darkens, like she's looking at a five-year-old girl throwing a tantrum. All the passion and greedy lust on her face is replaced by a cold, queenly mask.

She slowly extracts her fingers from Ceinwyn's shivering body and licks the juices off each one of them, the tip of her tongue sensually lapping up all of the druid's honey. All the while, she never breaks eye contact with Tri'lanna.

"Having a midnight snack, child." the Elven matron said, "Care to join me?"

"No! Leave her alone!" Tri'lanna replied, reaching out and pulling the frightened druid away from her mother. "How can you treat her this way? She's one of our guests, and you invited them in so warmly yesterday!"

Finally free from the hands of the hungry matron, Ceinwyn knees buckle and she practically collapses into your arms, sobbing. She whispers something to you, but it is muted by the sound of the argument. You clasp her against your chest and stroke her head gently, still fixated on what is happening between the two Elves.

"Oh be quiet, Tri'lanna. She's a human, it's not like what they want really matters." Morianara sighs, readjusting her nightgown to a more modest fit.

Tri'lanna opens her mouth to fire off another retort, but whatever reponse was coming froze in her throat. You watch her as she stares at something over Lady Morianara's shoulder.

"Mother...look." She points off to the end of the study, towards a glass window.

Through the window of of the study you can get a good look out at the city of Elohin, where an darkly familiar sight is playing out. An orange-red glow blooms out near the far end of the city, shining brightly against the midnight sky.

Oh God, not again. You desperately hope that things will not play out like in your nightmares.

"Hmm, so soon?"

"What? What do you mean?" Tri'lanna turns to her mother, eyes narrowing to slits.

"Come now, you may have been outside playing in the dirt but surely you must have heard when you came into the city." The Elven woman says in a tone that feels like she is gently reprimanding her.

"The Druids are dead, Tri'lanna. Vanarim has boldly struck first, wiping out a persistent nuisance to us Elves. If it weren't for the Druids, all of the Isle of the Seven Stones would have belonged to us by now."

"He's given us a gift. By killing the Druids he's shown us that he has the power to give us the glory we always wanted. All we have to do is raise our flag in his name, and how wonderful it will be. Oh, there are some out there who want otherwise."

"But they will be...eliminated."

You, Ceinwyn, and Tri'lanna can only listen in horror as the sounds of fighting from the streets begins to filter into the study. Elves battling other Elves, killing each other, slaughtering. As the waves of fire start to consume the city, you are struck by a truly morbid thought. Will everything end up like this?

Will we all just kill each other in a paranoid frenzy? Will we fight each other for that little fire that chases away the shadows, while the demons stand just behind us in the darkness, laughing to themselves, waiting for the moment when we are weakest, bloodied and bruised from hurting ourselves and each other, to smother out the light?

A throaty chuckle turns your attention back to Lady Morianara.

"The revolution has begun, my daughter. All hail Vanarim, The Great Pretender!"