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At Arm's Length

At Arm's Length

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This is an RP story from Massivecraft, a roleplay Minecraft server run by MonMarty. I highly recommend anyone interested to get on. No application required right away and no whitelist! The IP is massivecraft.com. All lore/settings belong to MonMarty.Sometimes we have to teach ourselves to keep people at arm's length, but other times, we have to remind ourselves to let them come a little closer.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lorarelle Magala is a delicate half-elf trying to survive the cutthroat dangers of society in the medieval time period, living in the streets of Regalia, the Ailor humans' capitol and seat of power. She'd never been outside her home until turning nineteen, when she finally fled. She was shocked to find that the streets were not so accepting of her unique heritage as her Ailor father was back in her quaint middle-class house. The city is bustling with people, sure, but Lorarelle is completely devoid of friends....But that's all ancient past, yes? Several years later, at age 27, Lorarelle is finally finding some good fortune. She's found a few good friends and even a hulking Northern man that she calls her sweetheart. She's having a stroke of luck, and she can almost forget the puckered scars on her arms and sides. Except when she looks to him. She loves Agmundr, don't get her wrong- but that's what troubles her. She knows that he only accepts her because he wasn't properly educated on the subject of Shendar- the Shadow Elves. Followers of the Archdemon. What her mother was- or rather, had been. That was where it always steered wrong, when they found that she was not half Altalar- regular elf- but rather their dark, malevolent counterpart. It never failed. Lora knows that it's only a matter of time until Agmundr realizes just whom he's sworn to protect. And that's why she keeps him at an arm's length, so that she can just drop him when he turns on her.And it's killing her inside.…