Underground Revolution

The Beginning

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White hot light shimmer within fierce yellow burnt orange as flames speed chaotically through the elven village; Amma Cove. The mother village of the elf race and home to the royal family. Temples falling in on each other mixing derby into the blackening smoke as homes are falling with elves locked inside, men walking down their streets killing off stays as they go towards the center castle. An acrid smell of charred wood fills the air, choking the ones they missed as the men destroy their world in hopes of extinguishing the elven race and taking over the hierarchy.

Marching in heavy armor with smoke-protected helmets men carry torches. Their newly designed swords are enchanted by cursed energy through the study of witchcraft. One by one they seek every elf they come across, not even giving mercy to their children. Slowly the white lights of the elven village begin to fade as their energy and powers die with them. Not going down without fighting back. However, some men are being injured as the Elves use their magical abilities of elements gifted to them by the moon and sun, along with arrows and swords; causing an all-out battle in the middle of their falling kingdom.

Standing on her balcony the Queen looks over her helpless kingdom as tears swell in her glimmering eyes. They flicker to the sapphire that burns her pale skin within her hand as white energy pours from her body into the glowing blue stone. Softly she blinks the tears from her eyes and closes her hands around the hot stone once more letting the burn awaken the world around her as her eyes study her kingdom. As if it were the end for her, still for being young she holds her grace. She holds the key to their survival in just one hand. The power of many Queens before her stored within such a small stone.

As she walks back into her all-white bedroom with gold trimming the screaming stops and the only sound, she hears is the softness of her feet touching the marbled floor. the sound of her long-trained night gown dragging behind her, the velvet sounding of static. Still though her heart is racing, though she is hoping for a miracle she knows won't come. not by God's who are angry with her for loving something she's not. The Queen holds her chin high as her feet cross slowly, gracefully one by one with each step making her way back to the canopy covered crib.

Softly moving the white lace and peeking within she looks at her two daughters as she hears banging upon the door. The Queen's heart plummets, running out of time putting the sapphire with her moon powers around the silver-haired daughter's neck. She tucks it into the blanket wrapped around her and tucks the ruby stone into the black hair daughter's blanket for her husband to eventually transfer his powers too. Picking them both up into her arms she rushes into the halls of her palace.

Frantically thinking of her route to the escape as she hears the door burst in a large-scale explosion the past five years regretting in her heart as she holds the babies close looking over the stairs at the glowing of the men's torches. Over the course of centuries since she was a child, she had lived to despise mankind and push them away from all elven villages into their territory beyond the bridge between lands, but as she grew into a young lady she began going on routes for supplies with her father and when put into danger a young human boy saved her and put a new perspective into her mind.

A perspective of friendship between humans and elves. Years passed and as their side of the bride began to weaken with the deadly plague, she trusted them to travel over the bridge to the elven side for safety and as years passed living in peace, they slowly taught man their ways of worship and magic. Something she should've known better than to gift them with as now she has come to regret just as her father told her she would. Hearing someone behind her she looks over her shoulder as her husband lands on their balcony watching his large scaled wings turn to parks and ash blowing behind him in a soft wind.