Super Nature

Chapter 3

As the days blended into weeks and slowly into weeks. My power gradually increases with the techniques with the blade, bow, and knowledge of every race on this plane. Although the darkness left no room for air, the evening was a cloud forever on my mind growing steadily larger.

I woke the following day with a start. I had a vision of a small village near our dwellings being consumed by the darkness if we didn't do something quickly. I made my way to the elven lord of my dwelling. He looked at me with horror because my hair was like a torrent of silver fire around my head.

"We must act with haste, for the village of Narith will be turned to ass and a lake of blood in just under a few hours." I screamed with horror, "for I have seen their doom followed by our fall if we say in our woodland halls, we need to save the dwelling of men and dwarves."

Erthä shook his head slowly. "We can not risk the lives nor the power of the elves to overcome this darkness."

I snarled, "You mean to leave the innocent to die when you know that as the last lore keeper to ever walk, this plane died to the darkness. When yes, you Erthä refused to see through the veil that is your blindness caused his death. It will not be the death of every last race that walks. For when have we ever let the darkness conquer the light." I stood up and left with a torrent of rippling fabric woven from the shed fibers of animal fur.

I made my way to my chambers to garb myself in the articles of war, muttering the foulest words under my breath woods in the elf tongue. Garbed in my leather armor strapped to my back my quiver of swan feathered arrows, my knives in the slits of the quiver attached to the quiver the yew bow, and strapped to my waist my long sword that was born by my father. Then I left my chambers, making my way to the forest's edge when the smell of the land was of a different component there. I was met with an elven horse called Sarithâc. I slowly climbed onto the beautiful black beast and whispered in her ear, "Stärath," making her jump to life. I sighed softly as the wind blew into my face as I made my way to the village of Narith.

On my arrival to the village, there was the ringing of the upcoming battle that would decide their lives. In the streets, you could see those who called the village home making their last preparations for every man, woman, and child were garbed in war articles. They were more frightened upon my arrival, for they had never seen an elf. "I must speak with the lord of this town," I said hastily, for haste was needed in this horrendous time.

Theron's man told me to make for the center of the town, for that was where the lord stayed that way. He could keep an eye on the whole city at once. I opened the doors to find myself in the throne room and the lord garbed in his garments of war of old. With his helm of rubies laid in gold upon his head and attacked his waist, you could see his sword in its sheath of gold. I nodded to him slowly for fear of frightening him, and I slowly spoke to him, "My name is Faliön, the last lore keeper of this darkening plane. In the time of great darkness, I come to you know to bear witness to better days through this horrible time of darkness."

The lord slowly blinked, taking in the information I had just said very slowly. "My name is Ethra. I am the lord of Narith. Forgive my ignorance of your customs, for we have only heard of elves through the stories and legends. We are ever more in need of more help for our numbers are only about a rough 2,000 where our scouts estimate they are a few 100,000." He said this very slowly and with downcast eyes.

I sigh softly and say, "these are very rough times indeed. Do not fear. There is a way to cut the head off the snake." My eyes turned crystal blue, and I uttered, "These coming monsters followed my kin over the massive water. These monsters are strong as they are swift. Their skin is tougher than steel, but all hope is not lost, for Iron cuts them down. The Iron that is found commonly in every sword and arrow point." After the last word left my maw, the light emitted from the sun seemed to diminish in strength. "There is always hope, Ethra, son of Haritha."