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"Do they live in a place like this?" Said the women, you could hear she only had love for her own race. She and Sheack were standing in front on the fences around the city. Sheack was breaking them. He turned around.
“Yes my lady, they are after all Gremlins.”�
"Well, we've already killed one and my powers are strong here, so let's get into the city." Said the women
"Now hurry up!" She screamed afterwards. Her voice was like a dagger of ice, piercing your hart. Sheack was trying and the fenced cracked.
"I'll take care of that, you worthless scum." Said the women suddenly, she punched him aside and raised her hands. A flash of light fell down on the fences and they were scattered to pieces. Sheack watched with big eyes and fear. He knew that if he wouldn't obey to her will, something like that could happen to him as well. They entered the city. Sheack and the Women easily walked to the first house. The women said something very quiet and raised her hands. The house started burning. Inside gremlins were screaming.
"Hah, isn't this nice? The desperate screaming of dying gremlins."
"It sure is, my Lady." Said Sheack to the Women.
Gremlins were escaping out of their house.
"Kill them." The Women said.
"Ofcourse, my Lady." Said Sheack and he pulled out his sword. He ran to the biggest gremlin of all, that one was wielding a walking stick. Sheack raised his sword and smacked it down on gremlin's shoulder. Blood was splashing all over the old gremlin. And Sheack’s face. The gremlin couldn’t do much more than screaming. Sheack’s sword fell once more, on the skull of the creature. His head was separated in two and the two brain halves fell down first, followed by the lifeless body. The other gremlins, appearing to be children, were meanwhile slaughtered by the Women's magic powers. One remained, a female gremlin. The Women raised her hands, whispered something, and the eyes of the gremlin popped out. The female screamed and heard her last second coming in the form of sheack’s sword. Sheack hit her in her neck, separating the head from the body. Which both fell down. The creaming drew attention from the street and soldiers went to see the intruders.
“You said they didn’t have soldiers. Well, armed like that you cannot even call them soldiers.”� Said the Women angry and Sheack apologized, in the form of slaughtering. His sword was going from soldier to soldier, slashing in heads, arms, legs, noses and fingers, the soldiers fell down one by one. Sheack killed them all and exhausted he went besides the women.
“They’re all dead, Queen Jennesta.”� Said Sheack with proud, but that was soon enough taken away by another group of soldiers, this time they were armed with shields and sword.
Sheack faced the twenty gremlins. The first three weren’t that hard. Two gremlins stepped forwards and faced Sheack.
“Come on scum, fight me!”� Said Sheack angry and waited for the gremlins to attack, which they did. The first was taken out by a slice on his chest. The other one knew how to defense himself but when he tried to attack, he missed. Sheack saw a good chance and took it. With a quick slash he cut off the arm of the gremlin and then stabbed him in the chest. Meanwhile Jennesta raised her hands and lightning sparks were forming in her hand. They formed a little ball and she shot it. The ball came down in the middle of the group. Gremlins looked at it and it exploded. Body parts were flying around and Sheack took cover to evade the flying arms and legs. A gremlin saw an opening in Sheack’s defense and raised his sword. Just on the moment he wanted to slice Sheack open, a head fell down on his arm and caused the sword to hit the gremlin’s knee. He yelled of pain and fell down. Sheack jumped towards him and finished it.

In front of him a gremlin ran to him. He blocked his sword and cut off his throat. From the left Sheack was attacked by a gremlin who managed himself to make a little cut in Sheack’s arm but it wasn’t rewarding. Sheack cut off the gremlin’s arm with a powerful slash and finished it with a stab in his hart. Sheack wiped the blood of his forehead, but had to move on to the next gremlin. Six gremlins were left. Jennesta took out three with one of her lightning balls and Sheack was busy with two other gremlins. Soon the two were gone and only one was standing alive. It was a young one; they thought he was around fourteen years. Sheack thought it was time to try his newest weapon and took his throwing axe. A quick throw and the last gremlin fell down, with Sheack’s axe in his cheek. Sheack walked to his axe and pulled it out. He hang his axe to his belt and than he walked to Jennesta.
“Good work, Sheack, you can be proud of yourself.”� Said Jennesta
“Thank you, my Lady. You fought much better than I did.”� Said Sheack.
“That’s true; I thank you for your compliment.”�
“Thank you, my queen.”� Said Sheack
“Where are we going now?”� Asked Jennesta to Sheack
“If you have enough strength we can go to the church. Maybe they have some sort of holy object. It might have great powers.”� Said Sheack and Jennesta smiled.
“That is a great idea; my powers are strong in this forest. Let us go to the church.”� Said Jennesta and walked to the church nearby. Sheack followed with his sword in his hand, prepared to fight. Jennesta opened the church doors with an enormous power. Praying Gremlins looked at them, sitting on their benches. Jennesta raised her hands. The benches were lit on fire and the butts of the Gremlins were burning. Sheack put away his sword, he didn’t need it here. Jennesta wanted to prove her cruelty to Sheack and went standing before a gremlin women. The woman was holding a baby gremlin. Jennesta took her sword and raised it. Sheack never knew she had a sword. Jennesta stabbed the women in her ribs. The wound wasn’t fatal, but Jennesta knew that. She took the baby and holds it in front of its mother. The baby was wearing a towel and it cried. Jennesta smiled to the women.
“I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”� She said to the mother.
“Please kill me, not my baby!”� Cried the women.
“Well ok.”� Said Jennesta. It looked like she was going to let the baby go, but then suddenly she snapped the neck of the little gremlin, trew the baby body in the arms of the women, raised her sword and stabbed trough the baby into the hart of the women. A little river of blood came out of the women’s mouth. She fell on the floor and everything was quiet. The other Gremlins were dead too. Jennesta quickly walked to the altar. Several things were lying on it. A book with the title: The mysteries of the stars. Jennesta opened the book.
“The stars connect to the greatest power in the world. Five stars together. Opening in the back. Teleporting abilities.”� Said Jennesta in herself and closed the book.
“Take this with you.”� Said Jennesta.
“Now, we must find the owner of this book. He lives in the Citadel.”�
“How do we get there unseen?”� Asked Sheack
“Who says ‘Unseen’?”� Said Jennesta
“When my powers are strong I use them.”�
“So we fight.”� Said Sheack with a smile.

When they came outside a little army of gremlins was formed. Their armor wasn’t that big but their will to fight was.
“Nice.”� Said Sheack and pulled out his sword.
Jennesta raised her hands up high, some of them watched. The others knew what was going to happen. Jennesta pushed her hands forwards, it looked like she was pushing something away. The twenty gremlins that were watching got the surprise of the life. Their eyeballs popped out. Screaming of pain they fell on the cold ground. The other gremlins ran towards Jennesta and Sheack. Jennesta fired spells and Sheack sliced and slashed. It wasn’t that hard to kill half of the group but then the Gremlins got backup. Wolves were coming from the stables. Sheack went behind Jennesta and took his bow. He shot one wolf successfully and the next one too. The three other wolves remained. The roles were turned. Sheack was slashing Gremlins and Jennesta stood behind him, she fired spells upon the wolves. Her specialty was her fire spell, to set a wolf on fire. Suddenly two elves were shooting at the Gremlins. Jennesta didn’t attack them because they were killing her enemies too. Arrows hit their heads, fire hit their bodies. Sheack’s sword hit their luck. The battle was over. Jennesta was setting all the bodies on fire. The two elves were coming to Sheack, who was holding his sword ready.
“We come in peace.”� Said one of them, the oldest.
“May I have you name?”� Said Jennesta who just come back.
“Ofcourse. My name is Thranduil.”� He said
“And your companion?”� Asked Sheack
“My name is Legolas.”�