“Devil's spawns!”
"Death to them!"
“Burn these witches at the stake!"
The air was scorching, and the wind blew larger flames that engulfed burning houses and trees. Animals scream at the top of their lungs in an attempt to flee the raging flames.
“Please! We have committed no wrongdoing! We have only aided you during famines, droughts, and plagues!” On his knees, an elderly elf man pleads, his cane beside him.
Women and children weep as they attempt to flee the burning houses and salvage what they can. How did it get to this point? What have they done that is so heinous that they deserve death?
“Lies! You have contaminated our waters and made our livestock ill! You all practice witchcraft! No Devil's offspring shall live among us!” A man stomps on the elderly man with a torch in his hands.
“Stop! Grandfather!” a younger elf shouts at the man. He claps his hands together and uses his strength to freeze the man with the torch. A strong gust of wind blows the man and his people several feet away. The young elf's identity is revealed to be that of an air elf. He assists his grandfather in ascending and glares at the humans.
“You have the audacity... Every one of you!” He yells, "We've aided you decade after decade, and this is your way of repaying us? By torching our homes and assassinating our people!”
“Notus... please,” the elderly elf struggles to stand, "if this is to be, then we must accept our fate for the Gods are not on our side.”
Notus, the young elf, shook his head, "No! You are cursed! Every one of you!”
He glares down at the crowd, who are now trembling at the knowledge of the young boy's abilities.
“Your people will suffer for hundreds of centuries at your hands. You will wreak havoc on one another and suffer in the same way that we do today. Bear in mind...” Notus spoke in a deep voice that echoed in the wind as the fire's crackling ceased.
The same man with the torch advanced, "Shut it, you moron! My people, come! Take the invasion, for this is war!”
Before anyone can approach, Notus mumbles a spell...
“Oh, powerful Gods, grant me the strength to cast this powerful spell with these trembling hands. Lainaa minulle voimiasi ja käyttää lumottuihin puihin...!”
Notus clasps his hands together and forms a symbol on his palms as a bright light emanates from them, blinding the onlookers.
They all turned to shadowy vapours as the moonlight faded. The buildings had all been incinerated and the dead bodies had been reduced to ashes.
***
"Come, hurry!" Notus speaks in hushed tones.
The forest was densely packed with elves. They are about to cast the largest spell of their entire life tonight. A spell that will enable them to travel to another world. They all gather around a water pond and hold hands, thus uniting their spirits.
“Close thy eyes, ye youths.” A man dressed in a dark blue gown-like garment addresses the audience. His hair and beard are white with age. He is at least ten thousand years old and may be the world's oldest living elf at the moment.
“Tonight, we are gathering hither. Having been slaughtered for many nights, we are mourning the deaths of our loved ones. That shall change now, for we shall find ourself a new home. Nay longer shall we be hunted and killed like animals,” the man spoke in a strong Germanic accent in Old English.
Numerous people continued to cry and weep. Numerous individuals who have suffered the loss of spouses, children, and friends. Numerous individuals have lost their possessions and the livelihoods they had worked so hard to establish.
It was truly heartbreaking to witness.
“Join me in song, ye youths.” The man spoke slowly, his eyes closed as he tightened his grip on the hands of the two elves.
“Please lend us your greatest strengths to assist us on this journey, our dear, powerful Gods,” he chanted slowly, and the others echoed. We have endured numerous nights of futile combat and now must flee to safety. Contribute your authority to ensuring the safety of this transfer.”
“Taivyaan helvetina sytein konkeukseen.”
Lähetä vaurayudun maayye, turvallisen maen.”
Jumalamme teiktä, rakat Pydame teiktä.”
“Meytät ole hyva ya jaro.”
The pond began to light up and one by one, until the whole group of them had submerged themselves in the water. That is how the elves vanished silently from the world. They were one of the few remaining "fairy tale" creatures to leave this world of ours.
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The Magic Within (Harem)
Fantasy[ Harem! Elves x Reader ] You awoke in a different forest after falling into an isolated pond in a forest. Elves. Magic. Castles. This is not your home. You are greeted by four young elves who have agreed to assist you on your journey home, but it w...
