When Death Walked the World

Chapter 13

The elves' life was peaceful. They had lived all their life in the protective embrace of the Great Forest of Evasha. They spent their days living in harmony with nature, protecting and admiring its beauty. Though their peaceful way of life is not to be mistaken for weakness. Their rouges, archers and assassins were a force to be reckon with.

Then one day everything changed. The great catastrophe which would be etched into history forever. The one which destroyed everything they held dear in the blink of an eye. Creatures not of Mother Nature had invaded their word, their lands. By doing so, they destroyed the great forest and annihilated all inhabitants, who couldn't escape their reach.

The elves had not known war before, not known fear, for the forest had always been enough to keep all dangers at bay. No demi-human, no beast-man dared to venture inside the woods. Their days were spent admiring the beauty of nature and the cycle of life, they only ever known violence through hunting in the forest.

Their guardian spirit, their God always inspired fear in all who knew him. All but in the elves. They knew it well that the great spirit of nature would not harm them but protect them. However, that day this garden of Eden of theirs would end abruptly.

The great beast of the forest howled in pain when another deep wound was etched across its face. The abnormalities were strong, stronger than it should be possible as they heavily beat down the protector of the forest.

The elves had no choice, but to flee. To leave their home and venture out into the wide world and look for a new place to settle. A new area they would eventually learn to call home.

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The refugees were on the run for 3 days straight. They had crossed the mountain range separating the great forest from the rest of the world, and the great trench of the dead. They had lost many friends, and several loved ones throughout the journey, but they could not stop, less the monsters catch up to them.

In the front a young woman stood. She was dressed in green cloth, adorned with silver lining along the edges. She had a stern expression on her face as moonlight gleamed in her eyes.

She was a royal, an elf with great power. She led her people with conviction through thick and thin, but now... She made a grim face as she felt something in the distance. It was an impossibly powerful aura rising in the east, and she had no doubt that should it notice their presence it would be the end of elf kind.

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Ellee let out a sigh as she finally let herself relax after the long journey. She had led the elves to safety. She recalled the gruesome scenes as the fleeing elves were caught one after another by the nightmarish creatures ravaging the land. She shuddered at the thought of how many of her kin were caught in their desperate escape. The royal guards of her family were the only ones who could put up a fight, but even they were overwhelmed not long after she made her escape.

She looked down at the medallion her grandfather had given her. It was a half moon, symbolizing their heritage. The other half was a half sun, it was lost in the hasty retreat. The two were half of one another. The artefact meant to symbolize the endless cycle of day and night, life and death. Now it gained a new meaning in her eyes, hope and despair.

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She readied herself to go and give a speech before her people. She wanted to give them comfort, but now she had to encourage them to carry on their journey. It was still a long way to go before they could be safe from the malice.

However, deep down she knew... She knew it well that the darkness might cover the world, and then there would be no place left to run. She could only hope that her people would be safe at the end of their journey.