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www.nobleromance.com Elven Journals: Unseen Paths ISBN 978-1-60592-113-6 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Elven Journals: Unseen Paths Copyright 2010 Scarlet Hyacinth Cover Art by Fiona Jayde This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any existing means without written permission from the publisher. Contact Noble Romance Publishing, LLC at PO Box 467423, Atlanta, GA 31146. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events is p
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     www.nobleromance.com Elven Journals: Unseen Paths ISBN 978-1-60592-113-6 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Elven Journals: Unseen Paths Copyright 2010 Scarlet Hyacinth Cover Art by Fiona Jayde This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any existing means without written permission from the publisher. Contact Noble Romance Publishing, LLC at PO Box 467423, Atlanta, GA 31146. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. Book Blurb For an elf, the worst curse in the world is blindness. Alix Skyeyes learned that the hard way. Scorned from birth for his innate handicap, he lives as a pariah in the fae elf palace and survives only due to his acute senses and battle skills. Having lost faith in their entire race, Alix is surprised when a dark elf approaches him in a hesitant attempt of friendship. A hardened warrior, Jan’ke carries heavy scars due to his time in the neighboring demon country. When he meets Alix Skyeyes, he sees in the blind elf a soul that echoes his own jaded grief. They find comfort in each other—and slowly, but surely, their friendship evolves into love. When Jan hides his engagement with a noble woman from Alix, his lies push Alix into revealing secrets of his own past in the worst way possible. Compromises are made, unlikely alliances are forged and many more secrets revealed. Jan finds himself forced to make the toughest choice in his life. Will he remain loyal to his country or will he save his lover?   Prologue In the year of the Solstice 10.851 after the descent of our Goddess (A.D.G.), war broke out between the elven nations of Thralnia and the demon country of Xoz. Southern Thralnia united its forces with Northern Thralnia and after almost two centuries of fighting, the two independent kingdoms pushed back the demons into their own lands. The forces of light rejoiced, but their glee did not last; for only a few years later, Thralnia fell into civil war—one so bloody and terrible it left both nations weakened and drained, their fields littered with dead, children fatherless and women husbandless. Ten times worse than the conflict with the demon country, the civil war shrouded everything in the darkness of treason. Enemies and friends were no longer easy to discern and trust became synonymous with death. The annals of history record the stories of the many—of those brave souls who fought and died for the unification of their country and of those whose arrogance had led the country to destruction in the first place. They tell the story of two dynasties whose lust for power had pushed the twin nations into this terrible conflict. The story of the few—of the individual loves, lives, and sorrows—as always, got lost in the aftermath of all the chaos, forgotten in the tumult of the great conflict. But there is one such story that has survived. A story of love found and lost, a story of pain and hidden curses, a story of feelings and more than anything, a story of fighting and never giving up—all recorded in the journals of the two brave soldiers who lived to tell of it. With the permission of the owners of these journals, this chronicler will record this tale here, in the hope whoever may read this tale will be inspired to fight and always keep honest to themselves and to others. The sorrows of the past must never be forgotten, but we must also find hope, and, if necessary, fight to build a new and better future for ourselves and our children.  Part One Falling in Love From the Journals of Jan'ke Nightbourne and Alix Skyeyes Early Spring - Late Autumn 11.043 A.D.G. Chapter One  Jan'ke Nightbourne: Beginnings To be alone. An overwhelming feeling I fight to defeat and yet it consumes me. It consumes me, because the one person with the ability to heal my heart and send my demons away is not by my side. I do not know where he is. Perhaps he is no longer alive. Perhaps the cruelty of fate finally ended his days. If this is the case, I would wish to know it; for in that moment, I would die as well. The only reason I live now is the hope someday, somehow we will reunite. I first met him a few years ago in a garden of all places. I had randomly wandered from the extravagant party to which I'd been invited. After a tedious while with the partying, the laughter, the sweet wines, it all became superfluous. The lies and intrigue of the fae court made me sick. And then, there he stood, only a few feet from me. He looked beautiful but not in the feminine way the fae sometimes boast. No. His was a more peculiar beauty, the classical perfection of elven features mixed in a purely masculine face speaking of a powerful warrior. It was by no means love at first sight. An armor of ice surrounded my heart, my emotions cancelled out by my time in the war, my entire being jaded from the years I'd spent in the company of all the wrong people. Even so, for some inscrutable reason, I wanted to talk to him . . . and at once if at all possible, I recall. From the distance, he radiated an aura of power that fascinated me. And then he looked at me, and I saw in those bright blue eyes, something beautiful and clear of all the filth I associated with a life of fighting. But no, he did not look at me—that is the wrong way to put it. He looked in my direction, his beautiful unseeing eyes not registering my presence as he started to sing. And with his song, my wish to speak to him
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