Okay you know everything, but I'll make a short bio anyways.

Name: Jazz

Age: about 263 in elf years (about 1492 human years.)

Species: Elf

Gender: Female

About: She is the princess of he Elves (Her parents are dead and she is practically Queen, but she has to marry to get the ti
tle of Queen.) She is not just any elf, but she is also a Thark (I will tell you about that later). She has very very long dark brown hair with red tints in it. She is very tall and has a thin figure. She is an expert with the bow.

Other:

((love it <333 I'll edit mine as I go, just because I might be forgetting some things... Also, I might be changing the point of view as I go, just to see what I like doing more.))

I hung there, waiting for my pray to come into sight. I had been waiting here all day, my bow drawn, an arrow knocked. A smile met my lips as I heard a snap of a twig and the deer came into view. My bow automatically found the deer, and as if I had been programed, I let my arrow fly. I heard it hit the target and the deer fall. I sat up, then slipped down from the tree. I walked slowly over to my new kill, making sure it was dead.



"Ha ha!" I laughed lightly and quietly. I stood there, towering over it
for a moment. "It's now, Garret." I called over my shoulder mockingly. I
 heard a small laugh, then Garret walk over to me.



"How long did you know I was there?" He asked me, putting a cold hand on my shoulder as I bent over to dress the deer.



"You know the answer to that." I told him, taking out my knife.



"Okay, so I do..." He muttered to himself. "How about I dress the deer
and bring it back to camp, and you go get us another one?" He said,
grabbing my hand before the blade had time to reach the deer.



"I think one deer is enough for two." I told him. I sighed and dropped
my knife. It landed harmlessly on the soft ground, inches from the deer.
 "I'll go start the fire." I told him, getting up and starting to walk away.

“Thanks for dinner.” I
muttered to Garret form above.

“You’re the one that made
it.” He said back, poking the fire with a stick. I wasn’t sure, but it sounded
like he had an edge to his voice.

“Don’t be modest,
Garret. You cooked it. All I did was shoot it.” I said, watching him. He looked
over at his piece of bark we used for plates. He didn’t say anything, do I
lowered my gaze and picked apart a piece of deer on my plate. A few minutes
passed and we were done with dinner. I jumped down from my perch in the tree and
walked over to the fire. I sat down beside Garret and extended my hand to get
Garret’s plate. A cold hand on top on mine stopped me. I looked up to see two
beautiful green eyes looking down at my hand.

“I’ll get it.” He
said, then took my plate and his without another word. He silently cleaned them
off as I watched him with my white eyes. Once he was done, we both stood up. “Take
a walk with me?” He asked, then turned to walk away. I followed him, not making
a sound. After a time we arrived at a small lake we had been to when we first
made camp here.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t
it?” I whispered as I watched the stars of the newly arisen night dance across the
water. I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bear to look away from the lake’s
beauty.

“Not as beautiful as
you.” He said in a very quiet whisper. I wouldn’t have been able to hear it if
it weren’t for my hearing. I decided it might not have been for my ears to
hear, so I said nothing. “Jazz?” He said in a louder whisper. My eyes tore away
from the lake in an instant as I heard the adoring voice I had never heard before.
For a moment after my eyes met him, I was surprised he could make such a sound.
The moment after that feeling subsided, I felt something warm on my lips. A
feeling of complete surprise come over me. My eyes bulged as I recognized what
was in front of my face. The green eyes of my best friend were staring into
mine. My heart stopped and I was breathless as his lips touched mine for the
first time in my life. When he pulled away, I didn’t try to resist. “I… I’m
sorry.” Garret stuttered, then turned away. He took a step away from me,
starting to leave.

“No!” I said a little
too loudly and quickly. My eyes shone fiercely as I reached for his arm,
pulling him back. “Uh… I mean… Stay? Please?” I asked, trying to correct my
previous attempt. He examined my eyes for a moment, then frowned.

“I just kissed you –which
is a serious offence-, you aren’t mad at me, and now you are asking me to stay?”
He said, as if testing me.

“Yes.” I told him. He
chuckled a little.

“As you wish.” He
said, walking back over to me. I let go of his arm and smiled a little.

“Come sit with me.” I
told him, leading him to a tree. I didn’t know why, but I loved trees. Maybe it
was the view it provided, or just the advantage of higher ground. I didn’t
know, and at this point, I didn’t care. I climbed silently up the tree, Garret
at my heels. He sat there on a high limp of the tree, looking out over the starry
lake. We didn’t talk, I just rested my head on his shoulder and looked at the
lake.

My ears picked it up before anything else. I sat there, my head on
Garrets shoulder, bow at my side. I pretended to be asleep, trying to
avoid waking Garret who was asleep. I heard the fire pop , splitting a
log I had tossed in there only minutes ago. No... no, don't! I thought to myself as a robin fluttered down to my side. It started chirping the way it always did when it wanted to play with me. Not right now! Go away! I thought. It cocked it's head and then flew away with out another sound. As it beated it's wings in the air, a stench flooded my nose. Demons! I thought. "Raketh!" I shouted. This was a spell. My spell to be exact. I had designed it to pause time for everyone. Everyone but me adn Garret. I grabbed my bow without hesitation, instantly knocking an arrow. "Nightlock!" I said. At this Garret woke as he always did. He saw me standing there, bow in hand. He got up in an instant, grabbing his sword. He stood there at my side. We examined the creatures for a minute, then moved into position. Garret stood in his place and I circled back around  to the rear of the horse like creature. Just as I took my spot, the spell broke, just as it was supposed to.

Neither of us said a word as non was needed. I nodded to Garret and he lowered his sword. I did not, though. "What was your mother's name, boy?" I asked him, my bow aimed for his head.

Jazz? What are you doing? A voice inside my head asked.

Trust me Garret, for I may know his mother. I told Garret silently.

((I edited my bio))

That was disturbingly familiar... I thought to
Garret.



Yup. He thought back. I sighed and lowered my bow.



"Your mother and I were great friends. She died in my arms." I told
the Demon. "And as she died, she asked me one thing." I said almost
to myself. "And I failed to do it. She told me to protect you, my
boy." I said, my voice sad. "Come." I said, turning and waving
my hand, telling them to come. "Garret, tend to our fire please." I
asked him. He nodded and slowly walked over to it, picking up our stuff. I
whistled and waited for a moment. I heard familiar hooves pound on the earth. A
second later my pure black horse appeared through the trees. “Good boy.” I said,
patting him on the neck. “You.” I said, turning to the demon boy. “Take my
horse. I shall take yours and lead you to the city.” I told him. I knew this was
a weird request, but it was a necessary one.

I jumped onto the demon's horse. "Don't push him. He will follow me." I told the demon as I passed him. I took one last look at Garret, knowing it might be my last. I love you. I thought to him, then took off.

"It is your mother. She was a wise and noble one. Her one wish was for me
to take you and your sister in if your brother ever did what I assume he
 did. She knew there was an evil in him, but she dared not say a thing about it to anyone but me." I said. My face was sad, but my mind was happy. Memories of her were flooding my mind. Of the time we first met and I nearly shot her, deciding to keep her away from the city for our kind were not friendly to demons. Of her telling me about her soon-to-be son. Me sneaking her into the city so she could give birth twice - to both of her sons. Her lying in my arms in the forest I so cherished, dying. Her telling me to take care of her children.

"I do not understand. I am the queen, and I have been for my life and triple your's. What do you mean, my boy?" I asked him, confused.

"So the sadness is apparent. I shall try to conceal it to make you more comfortable, if you wish." I told him, masking my sadness. "Better?" I asked him.