The elf lord (complete story)

[Harakiri]

PART 1: 10 years ago

 

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He sat on a rock propped up against a large sturdy oak tree, whittling away at a piece of wood. His knife moved expertly through the wood, shavings piling up on the grass below him. He had knicked himself once or twice, and in both instances, gently sucked on his finger, little droplets of blood going down his throat. The iron-like taste made him pucker his lips, as if he had just eaten something sour.

 

It was a nice day out, only two or three clouds dotting an otherwise blue sky. The sun shone down brightly on the valley, and he embraced the heat. He was almost done whittling the small soldier he had intended to make. He had made many of them in the past, but this time he wanted to make one for the knight who was taking refuge in his village. He had been there for two days helping out around the village, trying to stay low. Nobody knew why he was hiding, but anyone who would work in the village was welcome.

 

The child had been talking to the knight for those past couple days, heard of his campaign against the vampires, heard of his march to Arremark. Such wonderful and amazing stories that left the child in awe. His dreams had suddenly become more vivid as he heard of these places outside of the village. He was happy to have such wonderful dreams where he was exploring unknown places full of mysterious people and creatures.

 

An hour later, the child finished the soldier. He put his knife back into its scabard and jumped off the rock. He ran across a grassy field to a sharp incline. There, he found a a set of wooden stairs and walked down them carefully. At the bottom, he was met by an old priest who lived in the village.

 

"Hello there Farrid, how are you doing?" The old man bowed.

 

Farrid bowed as well and showed him the carved soldier. "I made this for the knight!"

 

The old man took it in his wrinkled hands and inspected it. "Such fine craftsmanship! You really are good at making these! You should start selling them, you could probably earn a couple gold pieces." He winked at me and returned the soldier to my hands. I bowed again and ran to the center of town where a large stone fountain spewed the cleanest water in the land. A women cradling an infant was sitting on the edge of the fountain, taking wooden buckets and putting them into the water, then bringing them up. After getting about five buckets of water the woman noticed Farrid and motioned for him to come.

 

"You wouldn't mind taking some of these buckets to my house? I'll give you three gold pieces if you do."

 

Farrid nodded and after finishing the task, took the gold and headed to a small shack at the edge of the village. The soldier stood in there, his armor beside him. He was polishing it with a rag. It gleamed in the sunlight. The soldier heard Farrid's footsteps and turned around, grinning stupidly.

 

"Hey there! Your late!" He laughed.

 

"Sorry, I ran into a lady who needed some help." Farrid smiled.

 

"Come in, come in. Have a seat!" He pointed toward a rickety wooden chair sitting next to a new teak table. Papers were strewn over it. Farrid looked at them.

 

The soldier laid a warm hand on Farrid's shoulder. "Plans." He said.

 

"For what?"

 

"For a battle I hope to lead. A conquest of the Eastern lands."

 

"Whats in the East?"

 

"Oh, such nasty beings. Zombies, vampires, werewolves, ghosts. Horrible things like that."

 

Farrid then remembered he was holding the wooden soldier. He showed it to the knight.

 

"For you." He said.

 

The knight took it and set it on his table. He patted Farrid's head.

 

"Thank you."

 

"Your welcome!" Farrid smiled.

 

"Now, what story should I tell you today?"

 

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A small column of knights in white armor marched through the forest. The canopy was blocking the sunshine, which they took as a blessing from Saracur, the Lord of all things good. Many of the knights had left the column, or chosen death over the scorching heat.

 

In the front of the column of about twenty troops, was their leader, a man of such height and bulk, many considered him the son of Saracur. He wore a white armor outlined with pure gold. He rode a chestnut horse that walked at the speed of the soldiers marching. The leader held a flag, symbolizing them as the Caracor White Knights.

 

The sun was going down and evening approached. After another hour of marching the leader pulled the reins of his horse and halted the columns approach. He then got off his horse and spoke to the warriors.

 

"I feel a great power emanating from this forest. Its supposed to be inhabited by elves, but I have seen and felt their power before. This is something greater. I need some of you to split into groups and look around. Shout if you see something unusual. Otherwise, come back and rest."

 

"Yes sir!" The column yelled and scrambled in different directions.

 

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The leaders name was Kameri. In elven, it meant "god", and the name fit. Many, when confronted by him, would slit their own throats because they knew of the pain he could put them through. He was large for a human. Seven feet tall and stronger than a normal person. He had the "sense" as the local wizard would call his atunement to the magical world. As he entered the middle of the forest he felt something strong . It was like getting in the way of a raging bull. He could not understand why he felt this sensation and that is why he dispatched his soldiers. To find out what caused this feeling.

 

He watched his troops run off and then began to regret the decision. He knew some of them were going to run away...and that would not please the king.

 

He tied his horse to a nearby tree and walked off. He moved through the forest with difficulty, having to snap lowhanging branches from the trees they belonged to. He soon found himself in a small clearing surrounded by elves with bows trained on him. They came out of there hiding places behind trees, in trees, and on trees, and began to walk toward him. He felt his hand go to the hilt of his sword.

 

"Stand back!" He yelled, pulling the sword from its scabbard.

 

A shrill laugh came from behind the elf warriors and a woman appeared holding a thin dagger in her left hand.

 

"You are in no position to make threats are you?" She asked.

 

Kameri suddenly lunged at one of the elves. The bow dropped from its hand and the elf smirked before slumping over and dying.

 

The next time that Kameri looked, the elf woman was gone. He then felt a stabbing pain in his right hand. He looked at it and saw the dagger she had held before now protruding completely through. Blood was streaming down his fingers and falling to the grass.

 

Suddenly, more elves appeared holding Kameri's struggling men. The elves were strong for being so thin. The woman appeared before Kameri and said:

 

"Well, we know what you are after!"

 

Kameri spat at her. The spittle smacked into her face and she wiped it off with her sleeve. She then disappeared again and next thing Kameri knew the dagger was removed from his right hand and now stuck in his left. His sword clattered to the ground. More blood began to fall to the grass.

 

She appeared again.

 

"If it is the altar you seek you shall see it, but die for doing so!"

 

"No! We are searching for a man who betrayed us! Who left us!"

 

The elf laughed.

 

"Nice try."

 

She disappeared, pulling the dagger from his hand. He saw a shower of blood cloud his vision before darkness enveloped him.

 

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Three troops escaped from the elves.

 

A woman named Kierda and two men, Jack and Graind. They had been running for a quarter of an hour. Their armor was making horrible crashing sounds on the pavement. They were in a small village that they got to by running through the forest, going through a field, and sliding down a slope. They needed to find the leader of this village, needed to inform him of the coming army.

 

They found a large mansion like building and ran to its door. They knocked crazily.

 

The door opened up to a plump man wearing a dinner jacket.

 

"Hello, may I help..."

 

Jack lied, "There is an army of elves coming! They will destroy the village! We need your men to help us fight them off or else you will all die!"

 

"But we are on peaceful terms with the elves."

 

"Apparently not!"

 

"Right then, I shall call for the men."He said questioningly.

 

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"The men" were a small army. They filed out of the barracks near the incline and then proceeded up the stairs. At the top, they met a small band of elves with daggers. The elves died quickly. But then, a hailstorm of arrows came at them.

 

The army men held their shields in the air. The barage of arrows bounced off their shields. When the arrows stopped, the men continued moving forward. There was no leader. They all led themselves and helped their fellow soldier in need. No need for someone to lead when these men were so highly trained.

 

Or so they thought as they marched into the forest where they were taken by surprise. Elves leaped from the trees and slit the throats of the warriors. Soon the men were calling for a retreat. Only five got out of the forest alive.

 

They went back to the village. One died on the way from bloodloss.

 

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The elves invaded the village.

 

Houses were burned. Innocents killed. Possessions lost. A woman elf eventually showed up and began to talk to people about some knights hiding in the village.

 

Everyone told them the same thing. They were hiding with the mayor.

 

The elves marched forward toward the mayors mansion.

 

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"We were searching for a knight who ran from us. A tyrant with such power. We could not let him get away!"

 

"Thats right! He knew too much, and if he told anyone..."

 

The mayor had heard this for five minutes. He knew who they spoke of. He knew that the knight who had hidden away here was the cause of this destruction.

 

There was a crash and he suddenly found himself surrounded by elves.

 

"You are the leader I take it?" A woman appeared from behind all of the warriors.

 

"Yes."

 

The knights cowered in fear as the woman pointed at them.

 

"Dispose of them."

 

The knights started to flail their swords around, but to no avail. The elves killed them.

 

"Why are you destroying my village?" The mayor asked.

 

"They invaded the territory. We could not allow them to live knowing where it was."

 

"You let me live knowing where it was!"

 

"Because we knew we could trust you. You cared too much about your people. You knew if the information were leaked we would destroy this village."

 

"You killed some of my people."

 

"You sent them after me. You tried to attack us. Thus, our agreement is over. This village shall be destroyed."

 

"WHAT? You don't get it! They lied to me! They told me you were attacking us..."

 

He slumped forward in mid-sentence. One of the elves behind him had slipped a dagger into his throat.

 

"Very good. Destroy this village."

 

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Farrid heard the screams and cries and pleas as his village was destroyed. The knight, who had been telling him of his battle against the kracken, was now wearing his armor and held a sword and a shield.

 

"You must run."

 

"No! I will not leave my village. What about my mom and dad?"

 

"They are probably dead!"

 

Farrid began to cry.

 

"Don't cry, there will be time for sorrow later. I have a sword under that floorboard." He pointed. "Take it and run."

 

"Not without you! Not without my parents!"

 

"Kid! Forget your parents, this is your life at stake here!

 

Farrid went to the floorboard and collected the sword. He then began to swing it.

 

"Oh no...you don't know how to use one?"

 

Farrid smiled.

 

"May Saracur save us."

 

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the building. A fire erupted on the roof, and debris began to fall on their heads.

 

"Come on, we gotta go!" The knight took Farrid's hand and began to drag him along as he ran through the town. At the incline he ran into some elves. He mowed them down easily enough and they began to climb the stairs. Farrid watched his house burn and saw his mother run out of it. He then saw she was carrying his father's charred body. He screamed and then ran back down the stairs and began to go to her.

 

"NO!" The knight screamed at him.

 

He ignored him and ran to her. He then saw an elf. The elf came from behind and grabbed her neck then threw her to the ground. Farrid watched as his mothers throat was cut before his eyes.

 

"MOTHER!" He screamed. The elf then looked over at Farrid and ran at him. Farrid just stood there in shock. His life seemed to have slowed. He watched the elf come at him and waited, ready to embrace death.

 

Suddenly, his life turned to normal time. The knight ran at the elf and then decapitated it. He then motioned for Farrid and he ran to the knight. He slapped Farrid's head.

 

"Stupid child. Now we will surely die!"

 

A woman elf appeared. She looked at the knight and then at Farrid.

 

"Another one? And a child?" She drew her dagger and ran at them. The knight threw his shield aside, as well as his sword, and waited. Then, when she was only ten feet away, he grabbed at her.

 

The knight twisted her arm. The dagger fell and she laughed. She then disappeared. Then, the dagger left the ground and the knight's hand fell.

 

He screamed. It was hanging to his arm by only a small piece of skin. It swung back and forth until the knight just ripped it off. He screamed and fell to the ground. The woman appeared on top of him, her dagger in his neck.

 

"You child, will be spared. I see potential in you. Your aura is odd. You might be able to awaken the lord elf if we teach you the rites and spells of a druid."

 

Farrid was surrounded by elves. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2: The battle in the forest

 

Farrid stood inside of a large tent, surrounded by five elven soldiers. They were all skinny and only clad in furs and hides. They carried spears and had bows and quivers strapped to their backs.

 

Farrid wore nothing but a thin, torn cloak. He was sleepy. The past fourteen days had been a horrific experience. He had been made to stay up all night, perfecting the ritual to bring the great elf god back to the earth after his thousand year slumber.

 

Farrid knew the rites and ritual inside and out. He was ready for it.

 

It was all part of the plan.

 

The knights had all been killed ten years back. The elves took no prisoners, except for Farrid. Of course, that made the leader of the knights suspicious.

 

He sent a group to investigate. Farrid was going to the bathroom when he met one of the knights. He told him the whole story, explained it to the finest detail.

 

Soon, Farrid was in contact with this knight all the time through secret meetings in the forest. They eventually plotted a way to defeat the elves, and ultimately get revenge for the fallen.

 

It was simple enough. During the rite the knights would appear and kill the elves since they were in one place and all unarmed for the elf lords return.

 

A plan ten years in the making was to be executed that night.

 

Farrid was escorted through the forest. He stood in the middle of a group of people dressed in some kind of robes. They were white, and had red streaks across them. These people held torches, the fire dancing to and fro in the breeze.

 

It was three hours of walking. No stops, no water, no food. Absolutely nothing.

 

Farrid wore a red robe, its hood thrown over his head. He had to wear it that way because the elf god would be embarrassed if he were brought back to earth by a human.

 

Farrid knew he was to be killed soon after the ceremony, and the elf woman, who had killed the knight ten years before, would take the credit.

 

After the walk, they stood before a river. It was not very wide at this point, and trees grew about it, concealing it from someone flying over.

 

A large, triangular rock jutted out from the river, cutting the water like a sheet.

 

That is the elf gods resting place.

 

The woman elf took Farrid's arm and led him into the river, and to the stone.

 

All of the rites we have taught you are to be used now!

 

Farrid fell into the river on his knees, and put his hands together.

 

NOW! He screamed.

 

Arrows whizzed into the nearby elves. The woman screamed at Farrid and grabbed the back of his head, smashing it into the stone.

 

DO IT! PRAY! She screamed ramming his head in further and further.

 

She stopped and he suddenly saw only in red. Blood fell from the stone and into the river.

 

The knights were appearing all around the elves. They mowed down the defenseless elves.

 

You have plotted all along, ever since you learned we do not bring weapons at the return of our lord! You traitorous little... She screamed and kicked Farrid in the back. He slumped forward.

 

DO THE RITE! SAY THE WORDS! She watched as the knights ran toward her.

 

Farrid started to say the prayers, hoping that he would not finish, that the knights would stop him.

 

They did not.

 

Farrid tried to quit saying the words to the rite, but could not. It was like someone was controlling him...

 

Then he noticed the woman was praying.

 

Magic. She was making him talk magically. He had no way to escape except the knights, who seemed to just notice the fact they were in the water.

 

THE WITCH USED AN INVISIBILITY SPELL! One of the knights yelled.

 

Thats when Farrid completed the ritual.

 

The ground shook, and the stone shook with it. Some kind of oily liquid spewed from cracks appearing on the surface of it.

 

Farrid cursed. He had failed.

 

The knights ran at the woman, who held out her hand. They ran into an invisible barrier. A magical shield.

 

She took Farrid by his bloody hair and dragged him. The knights tried to attack the shield, but their blows only flung them off their feet.

 

The elf woman dragged him out of the river, and into the forest.

 

Human swine! Bringing an army to kill us! It won't work! Your foolishness has caused a war! The elf lord is going to take down the humans major cities and take over. All because you could not just accept your fate.

 

Farrid laughed. You were going to do that in the first place. It was the whole reason I was made to summon him. Do you not think I read the books about the elf god. The whole reason he was trapped under that stone was because he tried to fight human mages. Who won?

 

We will win this time. We have an actual plan.

 

Why was I made to do this?

 

Because you had more power than anyone any of the elves have ever met, other than the bloody mages who exiled us into the forest.

 

I have that much power?

 

Don't get any ideas.

 

Farrid focused on the shield, trying to break it. The woman seemed to push his mental energies back, until they were pushed so far, he thought his head would explode.

 

I stole most of your powers. We have a stone in the camp that can slowly give a person another's power. I have been stealing yours the past ten years. Thats why I did not use magic at your village. Because I had no magical abilities. Now, I have most of yours...

 

Farrid screamed. He lost. It was over. There was no hope, he had no power, no weapon, no strength.

 

He heard the crack and fell to the ground. He embraced death, and soon rode atop the pale horse of the Grim Reaper to the afterlife.

 

 

 

 

 

Part 3: The falling of darkness

 

The elf womans name was Tanya.

 

She stepped away from the boys dead body, left it there for the birds to eat.

 

She went to the river, to the stone. The knights just stood, staring wide eye at her. One ran to the boys body and picked it up, running to the others.

 

YOU KILLED HIM! One screamed.

 

Tanya smirked. Her shield was still up, and the knights could do nothing but watch as she got on her knees at the stone, and clasped her hands to pray.

 

The oil coming out of the cracks of the rock was turning the water from reddish-blue to a pale yellow.

 

Soon, the large chunks of the rock began to fall, splashing into the water of the river.

 

It was one hour before the elf god fell from his prison, into the water.

 

He was tall, maybe eight and a half feet, and wore a red armor that had large steel studs in the shoulder pads. He was gasping for air. His brown hair was cut short, and he had a goatee. His eyes were yellow.

 

He began scream. Tanya noticed he was somewhat misshapen in spots. He had dislocated quite a few bones in his prison, and he was putting them in place.

 

CRACK! CRACK!

 

Tanya flinched each time. It was nasty.

 

After a moment, he finished. He fell on his back into the river and floated there.

 

Its been quite a while hasn't it?

 

Over a thousand years. Tanya answered.

 

You saved me?

 

Yes master.

 

Master, eh? I rather like this time period.

 

You are the elf lord, it is only right that I...

 

Who are those humans? He pointed toward the knights.

 

Enemies. They killed our kin. She pointed towards the bodies of the elves, scattered about.

 

The elf lord stood, and held his hand out at the knights.

 

You kill them? He asked.

 

The knights did not answer. They drew their arms, dropped the boys body, and ran at the elf lord.

 

Imbeciles. He muttered.

 

The elf lord cut his hand through the air. All of the knights were instantly decapitated.

 

Where'd you learn that? Tanya asked.

 

You tend to pick up a few things when trapped in the underworld for a thousand years.

 

The camp was abuzz with excitement. The elf lord was given a seat on the high council of elves, he was made the leader of the army, and he was given a huge house that was made into the trunk of a large tree.

 

It was the night after he was released that plans were made to go to the humans capital city, and wage war.

 

The council was sitting at a large oak table, staring at various maps strewn about.

 

So, the city of Caracor is our objective. It is the white knights home, and the hub of human activity. The King and Queen also reside in a castle in the middle of the city. One of the older council members pointed at a map of the city, and tapped his finger on the castle.

 

And all we need to do is destroy the city? The elf lord asked.

 

Yes. One of the elders replied.

 

Simple enough, we first kill any resistance that meets us outside. There is a plain in front of the city right? Put your best fighters there, the enemy will come out and fight us there.

 

During this, our finest archers will be leading a couple wagons full of fuel. They will be on the other side of the city, and will shoot flaming arrows into the city. This should weaken them quite a bit.

 

Thats it? The elder asked.

 

After all the fighting outside the city is over, we get inside of its walls, destroy the city, and then whatever survives can help us rebuild it to our liking.

 

Other humans will resist, other major armies of the land will come.

 

We can set up traps around the city, by the time the enemies come, they will fall into them.

 

What kind of traps?

 

This town is a huge place for blacksmiths. Mines run underneath the city, and around these mines is lava. We create deep enough holes, and they will stumble into them as our archers pick them apart.

 

Your a brilliant strategist. One of the elders said.

 

I was on this council a thousand years before, and I did not take over half the human world by using my men like they were replaceable. I take pride in my men, and I want them to like me. I knew quite a few people who were killed by there own men because of how badly they treated them.

 

Its settled then! The chief elder stood, and walked out of the room.

 

I guess its settled. The lord elf said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 4: Outside of the city

 

I was asleep when it happened.

 

It was about midnight. I slept in my cottage with my wife, when I heard a scream and the definite sound of armor clanging on the pavement.

 

My wife awoke as well, staring at me.

 

Whats going on? She asked.

 

Nothing good. I replied, pulling the covers off myself and running towards the front door.

 

I opened it only to find a white knight in my face.

 

Grey, get your wife, I need to take her to the mines.

 

Whats going on? I asked, looking over my shoulder to see my wife coming into the room.

 

The elves are here.

 

I watched my wife leave with the knight and ran into my bedroom. She cried out as she left:

 

PLEASE! DON'T GET HURT!

 

I opened the closet door and pulled my armor out. I put it on. It took about fifteen minutes to do so, and by then, I was hearing dozens of screams coming from the plain.

 

I grabbed my claymore from the closet, and placed it into the scabbard on my back. I pulled my magic staff out and put it through a belt loop. Lastly, I took my dagger and placed it into my left boot.

 

I then left the house, and ran towards the city gate.

 

The elf lord laughed as he fought the hordes of knights coming at him.

 

He had no weapon with him but his fists. Who needed a sword when you could punch right through a human body?

 

That was no fun though, he liked to toy with the powers he had, show the humans how powerless they were compared to him. He would flick a knight at another knight, and watch the domino effect it would have.

 

Humans. They were good for nothing but punching bags.

 

The plains were a mess.

 

As I ran out further, towards the battle, I noticed mangled human bodies. There were quite a few elves strewn about, but not enough.

 

We were getting devastated.

 

I soon found out why.

 

A huge elf was throwing bodies like they were toys, he killed with barely a touch.

 

I ran towards him, and was faced with a couple elves. I pulled my staff from its belt loop and used a fire spell. They fell to the ground in burning heaps.

 

For those of you reading this, wondering how a white knight could be good at magic, it was because my mother was a mage and my father was a white knight. I kind of inherited both sides.

 

Its not bad, I was easily able to take out thirteen elves with a fireball, and then quickly put my staff away, draw my claymore, and lop off a rushing elves head.

 

I continued forward. The white knights were being decimated, and I was one of maybe twenty left outside against maybe two hundred elves, and a crazy giant elf.

 

The odds were definitely in my favor...

 

Tanya and her small army of archers were in place, and oiling up their arrows. There was a large fire where the elves grouped around.

 

Tanya dipped her last arrow into the barrel of gasoline, and jabbed it into the fire.

 

Let the beginning of the reign of the elves begin! She said, placing her arrow into her bow, pulling the string back, and letting go.

 

In the next minute, nearly a thousand burning arrows would rain on the city.

 

I heard the screams and looked over my shoulder.

 

People were running out of the gates, civilians, some on fire, some bleeding.

 

I then noticed fire beyond the gates.

 

Thats when I caught on to what was going on.

 

The oldest trick in the book and we fell for it. This was all a distraction so they could attack us from behind...

 

I began to get aggravated with these guys. We were smarter than this!

 

I killed another twenty before I heard the clanging of armor and saw reinforcements push out of the gates.

 

Only one hundred though. That meant two kills each...

 

I had an idea, but it was only meant to lessen the extent of the attack.

 

FIFTY OF YOU GO TO THE ARCHERS! KILL THEM! SAVE THE CITY! FIFTY OF YOU STAY HERE! FIGHT!

 

They did so, quickly dividing. I then felt something behind me.

 

I turned to see the big man.

 

Hi. I said, trying not to sound to scared. I was kind of scared, just because this guy was a brute, and he had been the cause for ninety percent of the deaths so far.

 

Hi. He tried to hit me, but I put up a magic shield. His punch hit the shield. He flew through the air, and landed about twenty five feet away.

 

MAGE! He yelled. He got up and prepared his own magic.

 

Not good.

 

The next thing I knew, I was falling. I fell through the earth and into the mines.

 

Thankfully, I missed the lava, and landed on some hard rock. I did not die a painful, fiery death. I just hit a pillow. The shield I had suppressed the impact on me, which it could not have done if I fell into the lava. The shield was not made for that kind of stuff.

 

The big guy looked down at me and thought I was dead. He moved on.

 

I used an illusion spell, and put a dead version of my body down, then left.

 

After a twenty minute search for the exit to the deep mines, I ended up in a spot where civilians were packed in. It was a tight squeeze, but I made it to the door, and out into the city.

 

Thats when I noticed the elves.

 

They were in the city.

 

Tanya scrambled backwards as the knights killed off her men.

 

This was not supposed to happen, that fool the elf lord...

 

Thats when it hit her. She was supposed to die.

 

LIAR! Someone was in her head. The elf lord...

 

Shut up! Get out of my head!

 

I should have known from the start. The humans brought me back! Helped me escape!

 

No! It was I!

 

Do you think I am a fool. Enjoy the underworld.

 

Tanya suddenly felt her magic drain away. Not good.

 

That elf lord was draining everything from her...

 

Suddenly she felt cold steel on her neck. Then, she was riding a pale horse, the grim reaper staring at her.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5: The elf lord

 

The elf lord stood in front of the surviving elves, staring at me.

 

The arrows had quite falling, the fires were being put out by brave civilians and knights.

 

You survived. The elf lord said.

 

How'd you know? I smirked.

 

Mage! The elf lord stole a sword from one of his companions and came at me.

 

He was faster than a guy his size should have been. He lunged at me. I was agile too, and I sidestepped, the sword missing by barely a centimeter.

 

He swiped sideways, trying to decapitate me. I rolled under, and got enough time to put up a new shield.

 

He then brought the sword down like a butcher with a cleaver. I rolled to the side, drew my claymore and hit him in the back. I missed...

 

How?

 

And then, I noticed him behind me. He swiped his hand sideways.

 

I felt a tearing at my neck, felt blood trickle down. I pushed his magic away, repelled it.

 

He screamed as his neck began to bleed as well.

 

I got an idea...

 

I ran at him, focusing my shield completely on my forearm, and slammed him with the shield. He lost focus as he flew through the air, and all the magic he had aimed towards me deflected at his own head.

 

So in the end, the man I would soon learn was the elf lord decapitated himself.

 

I guess thats kind of funny.

 

So, in the end, the elves ran away. Never heard from them again.

 

I ended up getting promoted to a war council member. I also ended up doing secret missions for the king. I guess I could call it spy work, but usually, it was just assassinations.

 

There was a huge funeral, and a kid was up front. I never would know why, but he looked like some kind of mage.

 

Clean up was a mess. The elves bodies were everywhere, and we ended up just throwing most of the bodies into the mines lava.

 

Thats it. Thats my end of the story, in one night a war started and ended.

 

They say its because of me, but I think its mostly because of the dedicated men who died that night. My best friends were all dead, my cousins were dead. I still had my wife, but most of the people I knew died defending their home.

 

May whatever god is out there give them a better place to live.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE END

[Unoalexi]

The old man took it in his wrinkled hands and inspected it. "Such fine craftsmanship! You really are good at making these! You should start selling them, you could probably earn a couple gold pieces." He winked at me and returned the soldier to my hands. I bowed again and ran to the center of town where a large stone fountain spewed the cleanest water in the land. A women cradling an infant was sitting on the edge of the fountain, taking wooden buckets and putting them into the water, then bringing them up. After getting about five buckets of water the woman noticed Farrid and motioned for him to come.

 

 

 

I should be he[bolded]. Remember, you don't need to tell everything that when on between action segments. You can trust in the reader's ability to infer some of the action.

 

 

 

. Seven feet tall and stronger than a normal person. He had the "sense" as the local wizard would call his atunement to the magical

 

 

 

"Stronger than a normal person"? Well that's obvious! What about "stronger than ten men"? That gives the reader a more definite description of his strength.

 

 

 

It was like getting in the way of a raging bull. He could not understand why he felt this sensation and that is why he dispatched his soldiers. To find out what caused this feeling.

 

 

 

Bad Grammar! :shame: Last sentence isn't one, It would actually be better if you could integrate it back into the previous sentence somehow.

[Harakiri]

The old man took it in his wrinkled hands and inspected it. "Such fine craftsmanship! You really are good at making these! You should start selling them, you could probably earn a couple gold pieces." He winked at me and returned the soldier to my hands. I bowed again and ran to the center of town where a large stone fountain spewed the cleanest water in the land. A women cradling an infant was sitting on the edge of the fountain, taking wooden buckets and putting them into the water, then bringing them up. After getting about five buckets of water the woman noticed Farrid and motioned for him to come.

 

 

 

I should be he[bolded]. Remember, you don't need to tell everything that when on between action segments. You can trust in the reader's ability to infer some of the action.

 

 

 

. Seven feet tall and stronger than a normal person. He had the "sense" as the local wizard would call his atunement to the magical

 

 

 

"Stronger than a normal person"? Well that's obvious! What about "stronger than ten men"? That gives the reader a more definite description of his strength.

 

 

 

It was like getting in the way of a raging bull. He could not understand why he felt this sensation and that is why he dispatched his soldiers. To find out what caused this feeling.

 

 

 

Bad Grammar! :shame: Last sentence isn't one, It would actually be better if you could integrate it back into the previous sentence somehow.

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks :thumbsup: Hopefully its half way decent for school...then again, whenever I write for school it ends up sucking badly...

[nine naked men]

 

 

 

'Sup.

[Harakiri]

 

 

 

'Sup.

 

 

 

Yo...how ya doin Holmes? Holla at cha boy G!

[nine naked men]

People need to watch more NCIS instead of failing. :(

[Harakiri]

I don't like those kinda shows...the only one I like that is vaguely like that is Leverage....

 

 

 

Anywho, you seem to have posted on one of my threads, wassup, or you just saying hi?