_**Elves are supreme**_
_**They should be feared and worship**_
_**And elf and human can never be one**_
_**They can never be with such disgusting low creature**_
_**That's is the law**_
Of Atlantica.
Atlantica was a great nation believed to be rule by a Goddess of fruitfulness.
It was believe the Goddess was casted into this place with heavy wounds and was also pregnant with the Lord.
Her blood aliment the place, creating countless beings called _Elves_ and her son rules them.
A elf with scares blood.
A elf with immortality and power.
The elves were great and supreme but with time, this power cease and that once great nation fell.
The leader was died with no heir. The kingdom fell into chaos with no leader ruling them.
It fell into a bloody war bath.
Atlantica was divided into clans; The Dizahab ( high clan), the Bashan( wood clan), the Char ( moon clan) and Seir ( dark elves).
This clans forgot about their origins and serve different belief and gods.
The moon clan was the weakest and smallest among every clan. Desmond could remember how her father married women into his kingdom, even when the book said _ A moon elf most marry only one woman._
She always thought her father was only trying to make; the clan large and big.
But this women were never sighted again , and father would bring in new women.
Desmond remember hearing scaring screams coming out for her father room, and it scared her causing her to always run to her mother room.
She would hug her mother who would pat her head; and tell her to forget what she heard.
_But_ how could she.
It made her tingling and odd. It scared her; as even her book can't give her the answer.
Her mother would say, " Desdemona, don't repel; this night rite of the moon clan."
_' One day; you could be lucky and also enjoy this rite with a man'_
[ Who will love and adore you]
The carriage rackle causing Desmond to open her eyes widen. She blinked repeatedly trying to adjust her sight which was blurry.
" Don't move."
She felt something heavy and cold was placed on her head, causing her to blink realizing her position.
Her head laid on the thigh of a man. The both constrict energy of cold and hot causes her to jolt up.
" I said, don't move."
The Tempestuous voice carrying strong command cause Desdemona to be in trail for a short while.
She felt disgusted and struggled.
Her hair was yikes up; she could see his face. His breathtaking face and raging blue eyes causes her to be stunned and scared.
_' Beautiful '_
Desmond couldn't think as her lips was harshly captured.
Her breath hitched.
The kiss was light and gentle causing Desmond to widen her eyes, and trying to push the other face from her's.
It became ravenous. His hot tongue probed her mouth open and upsurge her mouth.
Desmond couldn't breath not struggle as her hands her held by a single large callous hand, that was oddly too cold.
Her thin body was underneath his. She let out a shrink cry.
" Ick!" Desmond could feel their skin touch. She was naked.