Super Nature

Chapter 2

There were no calm dreams; all were the same for many years, that same night that changed my life the same day. I grind my teeth together as I wake up to sunlight streaming through a leafy canopy of my newly found home with the elves. I groaned as I slowly sat up in my oddly comfortable wooden bed. It was hard to get any sleep since the thought of my village plummeted because I couldn't bear to think of it. I changed into a leather tunic that the elves had laid out for me. I slowly found my way to the dining room to talk to the Elven Lord, Erthä. He was clothed in a bright red cloak made of spider silk, a crown made of woven branches from yew, and one big white jeweled ring on his finger. He sat at the head of the table. His posture was what you would have thought, being one of the mightiest of the Elf Lords.

"Ah, I see you found your way quite well for someone who has not stayed with us long." Said the Elven Lord.

"All you have to do is follow the wood marks.." I started without knowing what it meant and that I said it. This caused Erthä to smile softly.

"I see that you know these tactics that we used to build our homes. Without even living in one or having to build one." He said slowly. I slowly thought to myself, how did I know of these things. Breakfast was not very filling in my option but was I going to be so wrong.

At the end of the meal, the Elven Lord beckoned me to follow him, for he stated that he had something that was mine. That didn't make any sense since both of my parents were dead and human.

"Did you ever wonder how you have the elves' magic, and yet you have only lived among humans? It was since one of my most prised elven warriors. And one of my elven alchemists left these halls to live among the human village that the elven noble by the name of Narath brought you from. They wanted to be away from us, and now their youngest and only son to survive came to us. Oh yes, your oldest sister survived that nightmare. She currently is one of our best alchemists among elves to ever live." He said. These words were processed in my mind for what seemed like years. They couldn't be true, or my parents would have told me what I was; they would have told me what flowed in my veins. This brought up even more questions than answers; for example, how did my sister survive in the world? The last time I saw her alive was when the house blew up into nothing more than a pile of ash and smolder.

"H...How did she even survive? That monster that destroyed my home left nothing alive, and nothing was left..when the villagers searched the grounds that my home stood." I started this with a slight hint of venom in my voice.

"There are answers right before your very eyes, young one. For we elves are tough to kill, and your sister is no exception. She barely lived, but she took more of those demons that stole your parents from us. We believed her to be the legendary lore keeper but were mistaken about who the lore keeper was." Erthä said in a voice that sounded like a melody. I sat there and squirmed because this was not answering my questions. It was only making even more.

"Your father was the last lore keeper and one of the best warriors ever to have lived through the first centuries on the landmass. When a lore keeper dies, there is a new one to take their place, and have you wondered how you know so much about our ways of life better than any outsider? We believe that you, Faliön, may be the next lore keeper, and our only hope is to beat back the shadows that will come to pass." Erthä said this and pointed at the ring on my finger in a quick motion.

This startled me, for there had not been a ring on my finger before he pointed at it. The ring was silver in color and twisted around a small red stone, a ring that used to be worn by my father... "That ring was your father's best weapon against the dark forces, and now it passes to you as the next lore keeper. Now go and rest, for you are weary with much turmoil in your being."

And with that, I slowly made it back to my home among the silver branches where the branches tangled, making a small cavity. Where my new home among the elves was. As I entered my tiny room, the torches of the room lit as I made it into the corridor that was my home. Standing in the middle of the room, my sister is standing in the elves' beauty, clothed in a silk dress spun by moonlight. A twisted crown of white sticks on the peak of wood grew small white flowers of starlight upon her helm.

"Wrätha corїa," she says softly in greeting. "I meant to greet you early. However, my work kept me. For a time, the elves moved slowly, but as of late, it seems to move like a river torrent."

This seemed to me that the elves' power was wanging. "It seems to me, dear sister, that the world's darkness. The horror of our ancestors seems to have followed their boats over to our plane." At that moment, my ring Rándolg caused my eyes to turn blue as sapphires, uttered out of my mouth, came to a history of the darkness. "Three boats of elves containing the wisest and eldest of our race came over the seas over a million years ago. Where they thought they were alone, and the land where our eldest dwelling of Frangorth is. They started the naming ceremony of every living creature and non-living thing on this plane. However, they were deceived when darkness descended upon the dwellings of Frangorth, snuffing out the light of the elves. The beasts were almost the equivalent of the elvish strength." After the story left my lips, I staggered and seemed to diminish in strength, causing me to slowly fall to the floor, but thanks to my sister, I did not hit the ground.

"You need to be more careful. That ring contains the drops of blood of every race that resides here so that through the blood, it can give the barrier the ability to see the truth of each race. All the information comes at the cost of the energy of the barrier. Still, it chooses the barrier," Shania said softly, "our mother created this ring for our father. They were among the last of the elder race of high elves who came over the sea."

Slowly the moon sank behind the horizon. My sister told me all that had transpired after our mother and father's death. "My dear brother, you came at the most critical time ever in our history. For the darkness had descended from the North and now from the South. Destroying everything that was once alive and beautiful. You are the last hope of our people and every last living race."