Tavora looked around at the blood torn arena. Hey eyes glanced over the bloodied bodies of her former friends, some having fallen by her own hand. She shook her head before tearing her eyes away from the grounds in front of her.
Suddenly, she noticed she was being raised up. "Fuck," Tavora swore softly. Tavora had accidentally stood on one of the podiums the human organizers of these so called 'Games' had planted underneath the dirt and gravel.
"And... we have a winner! Now, I personally didn't think these peace-loving elves would actually fight to the death but it seems I was mistaken! Congrats Tavora! How does it feel to know you murdered 19 kids? Some your age, some older, a few younger."
Tavora watched quietly as a microphone floated down to her. In her hands she clutched the belongings of the other kids. A baby blanket, a few necklaces, and mostly just shoelaces with their names on it.
Tears quietly flowed down her face. "I wanna go home..." she whispered softly, barely being picked up by the mic.
"It seems like the young winner wants to go home. What do you people?!"
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Notes: Uhm I don't really have anything to say except I hope you like this story and hope y'all spread it to other people. Thanks for reading!
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The End of All Times
FanfictionHumans found out about elves and it turned into a bloody war, ending with them winning. As the elves punishment, the humans have them fight to the death. Hunger Games crossed with Keeper of The Lost Cities
