The Darkest Night

Introduction

Clang
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The sounds of war filled the ears of every soul in Bavaria, a vicious war, the longest, biggest war the seven kingdoms had ever seen, and the great Elves of Goran fought at its front. The other races which lived in Bavaria saw it fit that the elves fight the heaviest, as they were the most advanced race, with their heightened skills and magical abilities, they had faith in their elven breathen, to put a stop to the cult of Midor once and for all. Mighty King Kelvin grunted as his long blade sliced into the dark veins of another corrupted cultist, a dark spray of blood only adding the bloody grounds of the battlefield. He grinned, a feeling of triumphant taking over him as he stood atop the tallest hill of his kingdom, few enemies remained. "My lord, they are retreating!" He turned with a grin, his long white hair blowing in the harsh wind, "It seems, my queen we have finally won this war." He said, taking the hand of his wife Lavara and kissing her purple skin delicately. Lavara grinned, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes, the ache of losing her son in this awful war now easing, his death avenged. "So it would seem, our troops are fighting off the remaining scrabble, our lands are finally-" she stopped, whipping her head around towards a distant sound to the south, a low, guttural growl. "It cannot be," she whispered, her golden eyes widening in fear as she reached out and laid a hand on her husbands cold white armor. The King followed her eyes as the terrified screams of his people echoed throughout the lands, a large, shadowy figure, taller than the mountain he stood on now looked down at the elves, it's slitted red eyes staring down at them, following their movements like busy mice. "Those monsters, they really did it." He whispered, horror filling his voice. "A real demon of Midor." Lavara gripped his shoulder tighter, her arrows quivering on her back "What are we going to do ?!" She cried. Kelvin hesitated, staring out at the demon who suddenly began reaching down with long black nails, plucking soldiers up like mere ants. He sighed, hefting his sword, muscles tensing as his long ears flickered, senses at attention. "We fight." He said with a steel resolve. "Then we will die!" Lavara cried. Her husband turned and kissed her passionately one last time, "Then die we must, to keep this evil at bay." The two stared into each other's eyes, before she nodded, "For the realm!" She cried, knocking an arrow into her slender elm bow. That was the day, the age of elves ended.