𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖈𝖊 || 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

A large frozen lake lay slumber beneath the watchful eyes of towering mountains in the cold realm of Moonvein, where the northern winds howled through ancient pines and the landscape was covered in a glistening carpet of snow. Soldiers, clad in scintillating silver armor adorned with the emblem of their empire, stood stoically behind General Arwen. Their breath hung in the frigid air as they waited in the cold, harsh storm.

I moved with deadly ease against the winter's white canvas, emerging from the storm's shadows across the lake like a lone person dressed in dark clothing. With a strong sense of determination, as my amethyst eyes observed the surroundings. I began to sense my deadly reputation weighing on me as I stood there on the ice. The snowflakes blowing about me and the shadows dancing around me further enhanced the mystery surrounding my presence. I could tell the soldiers regarded me as a significant threat to the Moonvein empire, their steely determination unshaken by fear. The realization that I had become a symbol of danger filled me with a complex mix of pride and responsibility.

"General Arwen," I sneered into the cold, my voice cut through the biting wind, taunting and confident. "Moonvein's finest... led by a puppet. How quaint."

Arwen didn't flinch at my derision, his response was as cold and unyielding as the wind around us. "Elayna, your presence here is an affront to Moonvein. Surrender now, and we may even show you mercy."

I couldn't help but laugh harshly, "Mercy from Moonvein? Now, that's a tale even the bards wouldn't dare sing."

The general remained unperturbed and motioned to his soldiers. "Take her down."

With each stride, the soldiers' boots cracked against the cold lake as they charged towards me. I drew my twin blades fluidly, the steel catching the faint light. The battle broke out right away, my swords glistening as I moved swiftly and deadly through each of their assaults.

A handful of Arwen's troops fell silently and quickly after I eliminated them. Through the chaos came Arwen's order to continue moving forward and launch another attack.

I locked horns with Arwen right in the middle of it. Our lethal combat took place on an almost unreal battlefield while the storm roared around us. I felt the storm's wrath reflecting the intensity of our battle, every hit and block resounding with the threat of destruction."You fight for an empire that is nothing more than a house of cards awaiting its downfall." I hissed, deflecting his blow.

"You speak of things you do not comprehend, Elayna," Arwen retorted, as he lunged at me in an attempt to take out his opponent. "It remains my duty to guard this empire against those who wish to destroy it by force."

The sound of our blades colliding reverberated around the ice lake as the battle went on. Despite my best efforts, Arwen managed to avoid a deadly blow before he thrust his blade deep into my stomach. A sharp gasp escaped from my lips as a searing pain exploded through my core. I staggered back, struggling to regain my footing, my palm drenched in my own blood from clutching the wound.

Arwen took advantage of the situation and moved forward, broadsword lifted, prepared to strike a fatal blow. But before his blade could descend, I melded with the shadows, vanishing from sight just as his sword came crashing down.