EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author


UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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Quaraun the Insane:
Zebulon's Captive:
"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."




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Quaraun the Insane:
Zebulon's Captive:
"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

Quaraun squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if that would hide him from the staring eyes of the Humans in the crowd.

Confusion, shame, and humiliation filled his thoughts.

The poor Elf stood naked, save the collar on his neck and the shackles on his wrists and ankles. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he listened to the auctioneer shouting words he didn't understand. There was no one in the crowd, speaking a language Quaraun could recognized.

The frightened Elf trembled in fear as the Humans in the crowd began shouting. He was not fully certain what was happening, but it was apparent that he was being sold into slavery. Beyond that, there was nothing he could determine for sure what else was going on.

Bidders were allowed to come up front to get a closer look at him. They poked and prodded him. One grabbed him by his balls and spent a moment carefully squeezing each testicle, feeling their size and shape. Quaraun bit his lip and tried to ignore the intense sense of violation he felt, be handled like this in front of so many people. That one paid more attention to him then the others. He argued with the auctioneer.  

The auctioneer pull out a stack of papers. Several of the bidders took turns reading the paperwork. The man whom had grabbed him before, took a firm hold of his balls again, then examined his penis, noting the damage, pointing out the scars, then pulling the foreskin back and carefully studying the glanshead. 

Quaraun didn't know why they were doing this to him. He was terrified. The man yelled at the auctioneer while pointing t Quaraun's scars. Quaraun had long been ashamed of his scars. He hated being naked. He hated letting any one see his scars. He trusted Unicorn and GhoulSpawn and he had trouble even letting them seeing him naked.

He wanted to run.

He wanted to hide.

But the men with guns. The men with tasers. The men with the hard metal nightsticks.

They were all around.



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One at every corner.

One at every door.

Several stood between him and the crowd.

He'd tried running away before. He remembered those men.

They always dressed the same.

Viscous men in blue uniforms.

No matter where they were. They always acted the same.

He didn't know who or what they were. Soldiers of some sort. Every Human village had them.

Last time he ran, the armed men ran after him. They beat him. They tased him.

He'd seen others run. He had run towards a door. Most did. But some ran towards the crowd. Those they shot with the guns. Those Elves died.

Humans were the worst monsters he'd ever encountered. And these Humans, in this time, in this future, they were the worst Humans he'd ever known.

Quaraun desperately wanted to run, but he also wanted to live. Thee memory of other Elves gunned down by the viscous men in blue, kept the frightened Elf standing still, more scared to move, then he was to run.







Quaraun looked away from the blue uniformed beasts and back to the men arguing with the auctioneer. Something in the paperwork had made them angry. There were Humans to all sides of him. Yelling and screaming and waving their hands in the air.

There were too many bright lights, too many sounds, too many smells, too many people, too much commotion.

Quaraun's senses were hyper stimulated. He wanted to scream and make them all go away. His eyes darted towards the men with the guns. They'd kill him if he did, so he remained silent.

Soon the men were shouting at one another, the auctioneer pointing back and forth to each in turn, and shouting with them. One by one the bidders left and went back to the crowd, until only two men remained. The man who had grabbed him by the balls was viciously arguing with he last competitor. 

Though he could not tell what they were saying, Quaraun could tell by how excited the auctioneer had become, and how angry the two men were becoming, and also by the shocked gasps from the crowd, that the bidding price had gotten very high. It was clear from the reactions of every one in the room, that no Elf had ever been sold for the price this bid had reached.

Two very wealthy men were fighting for him.

It appeared that the man whom had grabbed his balls, was somebody famous. A celebrity of some sort, by the way every one else treated him. The auctioneer was excitedly going back and forth between the two men, egging them on into their bitter battle over who would win the Elf before them.

"Two million," the man said calmly. Smugly. He wasn't shouting any more. He knew he had just won.

"Two mill..." The auctioneer stammered, not sure he had heard correctly. "Two? Two? Million?"

The man nodded.

"Two million," he repeated in a cold steadfast voice.

"Two Million!" The auctioneer shouted.

The crowd gasped in unison and fell silent.

Quaraun had clue what 'two million' meant, but it meant a lot. He could see that in the look of awe and amazement on every face in the crowd.

The auctioneer looked at the other bidder. The bidder shook his head and sat back down.

The auctioneer pointed to the first man, the man whom had spent so much time examining his genitals.

"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

The next thing Quaraun knew, the men who had dragged him to the stage, were beside him once again,. One grabbed the chains leading to his collar and tugged on them, while the other man nudged him with a nightstick. Quaraun obediently went with them, off the stage and back to the room he had previously been in.

As had been done to him earlier, other Elves were being undressed and bathed and lined up for their turn to be sold. He felt a tug on the chains and realized he'd stopped walking to watch the other Elves. He again followed the men. They took him back to where he'd been undressed, then removed the shackles from his ankles and wrists, long enough to allow him to ree-dress himself.

Once he had put his cloths back on, the shackles were returned to his arms and legs, and again they lead him away by the chains. This time he was taken to a room, where other Elves, already sold before him, were lined up, their chains attached to rings on the wall. Some had chains long enough to allow them to sit on the floor, but most had chains too short and were forced to stand. The two men unlocked an empty ring and hooked Quaraun's chains to it, then left, leaving him alone with the other Elves whom had just been sold.

Quaraun stared around the room at the many faces. Elves of every race, every class. 

Dark Elves. 

Wood Elves. 

Mountain Elves. 

Grey Elves.

A few Silver Elves. 

Lots of Common Elves. 

Young Elves. 

Old Elves. 

Males Elves. 

Females Elves. 

Children. 

Mothers crying for their babies.

Babies being sold as pets.

Couples, separated and crying for each other.

Many were sick. 

Some looked near starved. 

Some were bloody from having recently been wiped. 

Some were bruised. 

A few had broken limbs.

Some looked like they were dying.

The Elves were being sold with no regard for families units.

Families were being torn apart, each member sold to different owners.

There was nothing but pain and suffering every where he looked.

Quaraun noted that he alone, appeared to be the only aristocrat in the group. He was certainly the only Northern Elf. And the palest of what few white skinned Elves their were. He also noticed that it was not at random, that some Elves had longer chains and were allowed to sit.

The Elves with long chains, like him, were calm and docile, not making a fuss, and sitting quietly awaiting their fate. The Elves with shorter chains, forced to stand, were also the Elves that were wiped and bruised and whenever a Human guard walked past them, they lunged at them, viciously. They were on short chains to prevent them the ability to grab the Humans and hurt them. From the amount of scars on the bodies of these Elves, it appeared they'd seen many a slave auction now. Bought and sold dozens of times. Snapping and clawing like wild animals, Quaraun wondered how long they'd been in slavery. How long did it take for a calm quiet Elf to turn into a snarling creature like that?

Quaraun watched and waited, wondering what would happen. He knew he'd been sold to the man the auctioneer had called Zebulon, but what he was supposed to do next, he did not know.



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One by one Humans were lead out to the room. The guard would unchain the Elf or Elves the Human had won and hand them over to their new masters. As the auction continued, more Elves were brought out to this back room to await being taken away by their new masters.

Quaraun waited for what seemed like hours, before Zebulon came out back here to take him. When Zebulon arrived, he had several other men with him. Many Elves were unchained and each man took two Elves, Quaraun being among them. Zebulon had bought nearly 2 dozen of the Elves, in addition to Quaraun.

Quaraun now found himself herded into the back of a large truck. With one long, single chain, connecting all of the Elves together. The cargo truck had no windows, and only it's roll up door, on the back. As the Elves were pushed up into the truck, Zebulon, called one of his men over. 

Moments later the man was unlocking Quaraun's chains. While the other Elves remained, connected, their chained all attached to the one large chain, Quaraun was now separated from the others. The Human pushed Quaraun forward, up the ramp and on to the truck. At the front was a row of prison bars, forming a cage. The man pointed to the open door of the cell. Quaraun stood and stared at it, wondering why he was being separated from the other Elves.

When all the Elves were on board, Zebulon himself came onto the truck. The Humans talked. Zebulon pointed to each Elf individually, studying papers as he did, and giving his men orders. When he came to Quaraun, he talked to his men for much longer, and much sterner commands were given. Quaraun knew nothing of this language they spoke and was unable to determine what it was they were saying about him.

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"I don't want him getting damaged in transit," Zebulon commanded to the men on the truck. "I paid an arm and a leg get the Snow Elf. This is an endangered species. These Northern Elves almost never come up on the market. I've been trying to get my hands on a white Elf for years."

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The men looked scared of Zebulon, this frightened Quaraun. All Humans were monsters, but when one Human was scared of another... that Human was always the worst monster of all. Following the instructions they were given, the men put Quaraun in the cage and then shackled his chais to the rings on the wall. This made him feel very trapped. Very uncomfortable. and very singled out from the others. The other other Elves were all just sitting in a pile on the floor in the center of the truck. Quaraun was confused and frightened by what was going on. He didn't like being singled out. He didn't like being separated from the group. He wanted to be with the other Elves. These Humans scared him.

Soon the Humans climbed off the truck, and shut the door. With no lights and no windows, it was very black inside the truck now. Most of the Elves were night blind and could not see. Quaraun, being a Moon Elf, was nocturnal, his eyes better suited to seeing through the darkness then seeing in light of day. He could see the frightened Elves huddling together, as the truck's engines roared to life, and with a jolt, started moving. It was soon, obvious, why it was they had chained Quaraun firmly to the wall.

The box truck was made for transporting cargo, not living beings. The smooth metal floor, made it easy to slide boxes across it's surface, but difficult to stand on. At first the Elves tried to stand, but the swaying of the truck and the bumps in the road, sent them tumbling to the floor. Every bump in the road, jolted the Elves. Being all chained together, hen one fell and was sent sliding across the floor, the others went with them.

The truck was small, and there were far too many Elves for the space they were in. Every turn sent them falling and sliding. It was a long trip they were going on and many were be badly bruised by the time they reached their destination. Some became car sick and vomited. Few had ever been in a truck before and were panicked over this strange moving box they'd been locked in.

As the journey continued, and the hours went by, Quaraun was glad he'd been separated from the others and chained to the wall, and not sliding around in vomit and piss, being banged up and bruised with the others. There was no sleep for any of the Elves that night, on the long drive from the auction house to Zebulon's Elf Breeding Farm.







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