King of The Elves (A RWBY Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: King of the Sun Elves

Spread all throughout the expense of the world of Remnant there are hidden groves. Temples of great importance to the history of remnant lies within the woodlands of the mountain valleys, on top of the highest snowy peaks and deep underground caverns and ocean crevasses. Hidden from all technology and only opened to those who know the way there are cities. In these cities lives a powerful and ancient race of humanoid creatures. They are the Elves of Old. Deep within the heart of the Sanus region there is one city in particular, a prosperous one. And in this city are housed a proud people. These are the people of the Sun. They are known in history as Bearers of Light, The Beacons of the Dark Night, The Solaris Elfooren people. Or colloquially known as The Sun Elves.

These people have lived in solitude, millions of beings hidden from the world they live their lives day by day with the practice of magic as a unique ability given to all. The magic they are tuned to the most would be that of the Summer Primes. Elements of fire and flame bend to these people as if they were children's toys. And with such power lashing out they do not. They instead use these powers to grow their civilisation. To grow their people.

Those most connected to the Summer Primes were the royal family. The family of Ifrit. A noble family who sought after the heart of their people, being humble and honest they paved the way for a better future for their people. A servant king was the people's name for Jorahhn Ifirt. He was a wise and just King who ruled with a caring smile and an empathetic soul. He had prevented many disasters while taking his people into account. As of the last winter Jorahhn Ifrit had breathed his last, leaving a kingdom kingless.

However, hope wasn't lost. The son of the king Albion Ifrit took up the throne. A young king only 176 years of age took up the throne. He was wiser than any had ever seen. All due to a unique power he had. His right eye was a fiery amber while his left was a cool Icy blue. The fiery flame that burns in his right eye allows him to see into the close future. No more into the future than a month or two at most. Many wise decisions have been made using his Perfect Foresight as he called it.

His mother was proud, but feared the coming war between the Sun Elves and the Lunaris Elfooren People. Or to their kind The Moon Elves. A long brutal war had been waged in secret between these two races. Albion knew there would be no end. His children and even his children's children would be fight a bloody war if nothing was done. So Albion called for an Elfooren Summit between all four Elf races. The Earth Elves, Water Elves, Moon Elves and Sun Elves all convened on the island of Vytal. Where the great human kings once held their summits long before.

Albion had managed to convince the Earth and Water Elves to not take a side as he made a proposition to the Moon Elves. He proposed that a way to help bring the two sub-races together. To end the bloody war. A decision was made after 5 days and 4 nights of discussions and planning. A marriage would take place. The current Queen of the Moon Elves  whom was a couple decades younger than Albion would be set to Marry the King of the Sun Elves, Albion Ifrit.

Mira Lunessia the current Queen of the Moon Elves agreed to these terms as the acknowledgement of the deal was sealed by the binding of Elven Soul Bond Silk. A silk band wrapped around the wrists of both parties. It would take a year or two before everything was set. Albion was to return home as did Mira after they convened in private for a couple days to talk and understand the needs of each others people. For their age they were both proud and excellent leaders.

Albion hence forth returned to his kingdom. However a month after his return he had a visitor. An outsider his grandfather had once helped. Her name was Salem.

"Hello my King. It has certainly been a while. Last I saw you you were barely 5'2." The pale woman spoke as she kneeled down before Albion. He noticed the woman had followers. Whom didn't bow. They in fact looked stunned seeing their master kneel before a man much less a mortal.