Downfall of the Elves:Krond

Chapter one: Spring Air

The time was spring, the warm air glided across the meadow moving the assorted flowers of different heights and colors. In the center stood a solitary stone, upon which a male sat his short green hair was barley effected . "humm, the flowers seem upset. I wonder what it is." He stretched out on the rock, looking at the soft blue sky,the brilliant yellow sun shined brightly, and even past that he could seem a small black star dance across the sky as minutes turned to hours.

"Master Krond!" A female voice shouted from the edge of the meadow "it is time for your evening meal, my lord"

He sat up and scanned the aera till he located the source of the voice. A young looking female , with sharp features almost feline like. She was wearing a warm colored dress that was slightly larger than the small body which wore it, strapped to a belt on her left side was a thin bladed sword that fit perfectly into a just as elegant scabbard.

"Oh Aeriona, I told you quite with formalities, you are like my sister." He looked at her with a small grin on his face. She looked at him and fainted a small smile, she felt like a wounded animal. "Right, my lord you presence is still requested by your lord father."

"I really wish you would lighten up Aer. Well shall we get walking then?" He started to walk toward Aeriona.

Aeriona shook her head and mumbled something under her breath. "Right" she started to follow when she stopped. Then ran to the stone in the center and grabbed a sword, it was a straight edge with a slight curve at the tip.