AN. More sorrow for Elite... still about leaving. It's going to be a fairly slow story... I'm not sure how many chapters. Thanks for all the reviews! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3

The sunlight shined on Elita as she stepped slowly out of the castle walls and she squinted angrily at its joyfulness. Everything seemed to tease her now; the sun warming her skin pleasantly, the grass swaying peacefully, and, most of all, the forest in the distance. She had just recently ran from that forest with Jasphar, blissfully unaware of how violently her world would turn upside-down. She shook her head at her ignorance.

"Elita, come on," Prince Sandarka's voice spoke urgently and Elita lifted her head slowly, not moving. Prince Sandarka stood besides two horse, foot tapping impatiently at the reluctant girl. "The guards won't stay away long, stop dawdling." Elita sighed softly and, moving at the same pace, took her horse's reins from the Elf. In a hurry, Prince Sandarka immediately mounted his horse. His movement for swift and perfect, of course. "Get on. We have to get as far away as we can before the meeting ends and people start looking for your body."

Ignoring Sandarka, Elita began to pet her horse's nose softly. "We're leaving home now," Elita told the horse softly, pressing her forehead against the lazy-eyed horse. "We might not come back so... I hope you said goodbye to your friends."

Remembering Prince Sandarka's gaze, Elita glanced at the slightly soft-eyed prince and, feeling angrier, climbed onto her horse rather clumsily. She was really upset and angry. She was being forced to leave her home with some... stuck up Elf who was giving her weird looks and some stupid magician was after her.

'What the heck happened to my life?' Elita thought in distress, squeezing her reins briefly.

"We'll have to gallop," Prince Sandarka said gently and Elita nodded slowly. Of course she would gallop, she had no choice. She was being forced to leave and she was pretty sure it would be permanent. Sure, Jasphar had said that she would come back but she highly doubted it. She wasn't an optimist, that was Jasphar's job, she was a pessimist and couldn't help but think everything would go against her hopes. Everything sure seemed to be doing that now. Why would that suddenly change?

Following Sandarka, she kicked her horse into a gallop. The thought that she was leaving permanently wouldn't leave her alone and she bitterly wished that Sandarka had never warned them. If she hadn't been warned, she would have been happy right now. Why did she have to leave? Why couldn't she be with everyone else and help them fight when the magician came? They were going to end up fighting him anyway, why would she really need to be sent away unless they were fairly sure that they were going to lose?

'That's it!' Elita thought angrily. 'They're going to fight the magician and they knew they were going to lose! They sent me away so they could protect me but they're killing themselves! All those people! How dare they!?' Anger filled her quickly and her body trembled from the sudden burst of emotions. Her horse, noticing the sudden change in its rider and the sudden pressure on it's side, jumped into a lope.

"Elita!" Prince Sandarka shouted in shock when her horse ran passed his, Elita showing no sign of trying to stop it.

Elita didn't hear the call from Sandarka, too lost in her furry and pain to notice anything. 'How can they do this? They're killing all these people because of me? They're so stupid! They should have just handed me over to the magician my life is not worth the lives of so many!' Her mind shouted, unable to grasp the thought of her whole kingdom dead because of her.

"Elita!" Sandarka called to the girl, noticing her face contorted in anger as he pulled his horse up besides hers. "Snap out of it! You're going to kill yourself!" Elita's eyes twitched as she attempted not to cry and, all of a sudden, she pulled her horse to a halt and glared at Sandarka. Sandarka stopped with her.

"I should die! They're killing themselves for me and I don't even deserve it! How can my mother be so heartless! How can you be so heartless?" Elita yelled at the shocked Sandarka, her eyes brimming with the tears she held back.

"Elita, they're trying to save you. If someone's after you, there must be some reason and if they hand you over it might risk the whole-"

"You don't even care! My family's back there! How are they suppose to protect themselves? There's innocent people there too!" Elita yelled, turning away from the prince in disgust and pain, and angrily wiped away the few tears that gotten loose. Her mind was on all the small children of her kingdom, all of the parents, and, most of all, Jasphar and her friends. They'd all die and she would never forgive herself for it. Never Ever. "I'm going back!" Elita began to turn her horse around when Sandarka's hand whipped out and grabbed her horses bridle.

"You will not! They will be ready when the magician comes. My people will help them and they are also recruiting help. We will reach the border by sundown and you will keep control of your horse. Now turn around and stop being a baby!" Prince Sandarka yelled, reaching his breaking point, and Elita glared at him with such loathing. How dare he yell at her like that for caring!

'He's so cold hearted! He just wants them all to die!' Elita thought but, in spite of her words, she turned around and galloped after Sandarka. 'I'm not looking at him for the rest of the trip, or talking to him! He can deal with that!'

Elita's sorrow was filling her heart deeply. She truly believed that her family, friends, and people would die and it killed her. Her body shook from all the energy she had used in her anger and all the energy she was using to suppress her tears. She was feeling so weak and helpless and just wanted to cry. The feeling over took her and tears filled her already wet eyes, treatening to spill over.

"Not now... please," she whispered to her aching heart, her quivering hands tightening on the reins.

Sandarka, hearing the hurt in her voice and feeling pain at her words, turned his head away in sorrow. He didn't want his or her friends to die either bit he had to have a priority. If Elita was handed over and the magician didn't want to kill her, circumstances could end up being much worse. He swore to himself that this was the right thing to do. He hoped that this was the right thing to do.

To be Continued... (review while waiting!)