~Chapter Two~

“She's just from out of town”

The Calmness of the Woods was something zoey couldn't lie about hating, She loved the feeling of new found freedom, It brought her back to when she was first fighting to take the throne back, a young farmhand pissed off with poverty who was willing to risk it all at a single chance of power ! Or well that's how she remembered it being all those years ago, The Details got fuzzy after a while.

Her Memories were cut short by the dangerous hollow creek of a awful beast of the woods, Zoey got into a stance pushing her new found travel companion behind her as she reached for her sword, It took her a few seconds to realize that her sword was no longer there, Then she seen it, The beast scurried out of the bushes to the side of the footpath, It was a small beast, slimey, The things wall eyes were forcing itself to look at the two, The Dark Elf Chuckled as he was held back by Zoey, “Oh its only a f..” He was never able to finish his explanation as Zoey had charged forward out of pure instinct and punt kicked it a good twenty feet away back into the woods, She then felt that warming feeling, One she never knew she missed, The feeling of being a hero ! She turned towards her companion with a large smirk on her face and grinned. “Haha, Still got my Heroic Instinct.”

She then scowled as the dark elf started laughing at her ! Even do she had just saved him but as Zoey was soon informed. “Oh Yes my hero you saved me from that savage frog haha, Did you.. Not have frogs back then ?” She scowled, She had heard of frogs but never got a chance to see them up close, She had never been to these woods before, She was too use to the snowy tundras of the mountains of her birthplace and the beasts up there weren't as laugh worthy as the “Frog”.

After some bickering between how she at least tried to act and the dark elf trying to explain it wasnt dangerous they arrived near the stone gates of the Elfs home, It made Zoey freeze for a second as she looked up at the open wooden gate, A Guard Sitting atop of the nearly 10 foot tall wall asleep. “Hmm Glad to see the guards are keeping a eye out.” Zoey complains to herself as she followed her dark elf companion in

“Hmph, Welcome to my home town !” He smiled and spreads his hands out hitting zoey in the chest unknowingly due to the height difference, The town was quite pretty, Long Cobblestone paved roads, A large river with two small finishing or trading boats on it. Houses scattered across the place and what zoey suspected was a tavern, “I can show you around and then we can head back to my little shack and you can get some rest you mus..” Zoey zoned out after a while and just walked towards the tavern, The villagers were giving her some weird looks, The Rolling of Farmers Wifes Eyes, The Gleaming Shine of a Market Stall Owners Instinct, The Lustful Glances of the Bored Town Men, She ignored them all as she pushed the door to the tavern open and slowly walks in, She felt the familiar sensation of warmth fill her viens, The Roaring Fire in the Center of the Wooden Building that warmed its walls with its angelic glow, In Front of it a Bard tells some made up story about some forgotten history or something Zoey didn't care as she moved up with a mission taking a seat on a creaking stool at the bar, Inhaling that stuffy and smoke ridden air with glee as her dark elf companion took the stool beside her and orders a drink for the both of them,

If Zoey was paying attention she would of noticed how on edge her elf ally was. He was sitting on his hands and his eyes roamed around the bar but Zoey didn't care too much once that Jug of dark allur by the name of alcohol was placed in front of her, Its rich wild aroma drawing her in as she wrapped her hands around it with a smirk staring as it like a entrapped ocean rammed against the the cliffs of the jugs head and when her will couldn't hold it anymore she went to take a drink of the liquid cold, or well she would of if her friend wasn't thrown into her making her jug fall to the side and spill onto the ground, She looked down at the elf now laying across her lap covering his face and groaning in pain.

Zoey turned her head and seen three human men standing there laughing and cheering one another, Quite unceremoniously she pushed the elf off her lap onto the wooden floor with a thug and a mumble of “Whyyyy” before standing up turning the men's attention to her, One smirking as he leaned back thinking his bruteish attack had attracted the large women who walked towards him, Oh how she swayed her hips, Oh how her large frame held a perfect mix of muscle and curves...Oh how she was holding a table.

Zoey spun and threw the round table forward with the force of a frisbee it smashing into one of the brutes leaning back in his chair sending him sprawled out covered in the body of the once fine table, The other two backed up staring at there downed friend in surprise but as one tried to turn and release he was meet with the charging seven foot tall ex molten lord, Who smashed into him with the force of a New Zealand Rugby Player smashing him into. He was quickly pushed against the wall leaving a human sized dent in it as his dazedly looked up, Seeing a angelic face with light behind it, She was leaning in for a kiss maybe ? Well she was just much too quickly her forehead smashed against his leaving him knocked out as she dumped his body onto the ground beside her,

She had missed this ! When she was the Molten Lord Life got so much more boring, Yes she had “Heros” trying to take her throne but most has been removed with ease, She had forgotten how simple a fight like this was, How little thinking it took yet it still excited her to her core ! She turned to take out the last thug with a glint in her eyes, The thug was stood there, Shaking in his boots as she approached, She cracked her knuckles excitedly at the prospect of bashing his eyes into his skull or at least she was until a loud voice screamed, “Sleep !” and the thug quickly dropped to the ground

She looked over at who dared take her fun then she groaned throwing her head back as she seen the dark elf standing there with a proud smirk on his face as she stomped over and took her seat again, She looked over and scowled. “He was mine..” She made him pay for another one, The Drink wasn't nearly as fulfilling as that fight had been but the burning in the back of her throat and the foggy cloud that took

The Dark Elf Smirked. “Guess I got some heroic Instinct of my own” Zoey stopped as she looked at her quarter full jug questioning if that was just the new found tipsiness that had made her imagine that or if the dark elf had really used her words against her. She decided after a few seconds of headlocking him “Friendlily” that she would let him go with a chuckle as she stood up and she picked him up under her arm like someone holding a box and she walked out of the bar, Leaving the pile of head injuries and damages for the elf to deal with another time as she heads towards his shack

When she was lying on the pile of hay that night, Listening to the dark elf being yelled at by the local guards as she smirked happly drifting to sleep, She thought back to her time as a hero, How free she was to do stuff like that, Bar Fights, Drinking Bouts, Spending the Night with strangers she was able to do it all ! Why she would ever of wanted to be the molten lord she couldn't remember but even now she knew that taking it back would just bring her misery, Make her bored and waiting until the next hero took a attempt on her… but maybe… Maybe the elf could come with her… Maybe.