[Elantria Lasseatra]

Fear. The cold emotion did not creep into the half Elf but rather slammed into her like a brick wall. It looked to the petite female that a small mountain had just risen from the earth and taken the form of a huge man, or more accurately a giant. Incredulous eyes widened and rose to stare at the brute in front of her as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Paralysed with terror as the giant’s hand reached down for her, Elantria couldn’t even get her brain to function enough to send the message to her legs to run. Too stunned was she to even register that he had called her by her sister’s name.

Thought faded, all that was left was an all consuming fear that prevented any deliberations and took away the redhead’s power of speech. Suspended in the air by the giant Elantria saw a man come closer and produce a set of chains from a bag. She would have struggled, would have fought to get free and escape but fear enshrouded her and it seemed to have shut down her nervous system. Her body was rigid and only her, usually bright, eyes remained mobile, widening so far they looked to be about to fall out. Yes it was safe to say that Elantria Lasseatra was not to have the day she thought she would, and unless this turned into a very cruel joke, things could only get worse.