True Monster

Chapter one

My barefoot hit the hard ground ,I had stepped on a few thorns as we ran for our lives, the original elves had found where we had been hiding, we ran into a clear section of the forest ,when I found out that they were coming I made sure that I was the first one out of the hiding spot my motto 'every elf for yourself ' but at the  moment  my motto didn't bring  me any good ,the minutes we came out we walked into a trap, (the thing about  original elves, they love guns). I ran as as as my legs could move trying to dodge as many bullets as possible, a few had shot me in my shoulder and leg but  it's nothing  I'm not use to. Others had gotten shot and died but that's the life of a dark elf. There's  no one I'd really  miss, keeping friends aren't my priority a dark elf dies everyday if I keep friends I'd be vulnerable and I'd be weak.                       While running the unexpected  happened, one of the Original elves tackled me to the ground, this the first they say if they touch us they become like us,  I guess this one doesn't care. The original elf and I had  been  rolling  on the ground and throwing punches  at each  other, I finally managed to push him off me then scrambled to my feet, I grabbed the knife out from  the waist of  my skirt and immediately slashed the throat of  the original elf leaving a semicircular  mark, I had no time to see if he was dead but I suppose  he was . I ran into the forest with the surviving dark elves following  behind me our leader Cemlous no doubt survived, he trained from I was three years old he thought me how to fight, he makes me train everyday more than the other elves and he is always smiling  I hate him for that. But his lessons always come in handy, he taught us how to be flexibly which is needed for climbing trees fast enough without  the Original elves seeing  us, I didn't run far into the forest it was just to throw the Original elves  Off trail.                                                      I gripped the trunk of a tall leafy tree and skillfully climbed to the top where the leaves kept me out of sight.   I relaxed my muscles  and pressed my back against the tree, I silently inhaled and exhaled being  careful not to make any noise, I swept aside the fallen strains of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ears, our lives were hell because of the  Original elves. I looked down at my clothes I wore a worn out  ragged cloth stitched together to look like a skirt, I had various different types of knives in my weapons belt and my sword hitched to the left side of my hip, my blouse was another above the  navel ,piece of cloth stitched tightly together ,but what could I say I had no intention of stealing from the Original elves, well except a few jewelries of course.                                    I was I the tree for a long while that it was already dark. Because of my grey skin and black hair I blended perfectly with the night, I swiftly but silently jumped out of the tree then began to run. I jumped numerous logs, ran through bushes, thorns had ripped my flesh causing unbearable pain some had gotten stuck in my skin and barefoot but all I could do was continue run.                                  I ran for miles until I reached the dark elves camp for the night. After I got there I ate a few wild berries that grew abundantly in the forest and an apple. I was tending to my wounds when Cemlous approached  me " into my tent "  he ordered speaking softly, I followed without argument, I went into his tent his tent and sat down with my feet folded, Cemlous took up the eyebrow tweezers then dipped it in alcohol, it's all we have to take out the bullets out of our bodies, Cemlous carefully took out each and every bullet he stitched me up then put a piece of cloth dipped in alcohol on my wounds. After Cemlous was done with my wounds he sat up straight as usual, I stared at his features which was a habit, his smooth black hair fell a bit below his shoulders, he had a few wrinkles on his forehead and jaw, narrow faced, long nose, his skin was the same as mine and every other dark elf 's  ,dull  but  beautiful gray .       
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We've lost all the dark elves that headed west and the ones that headed north,this camp is all of whom survived" Cemlous spoke ,his voice was filled with sadness and I could relate ,there were only about 30 Dark elves that were there                                         "I will not let our race be extinct because of the Original elves".                         t.              Bbbbbhere was rage in his eyes but was washed away by a look that seemed somewhat like hope,    I wasn't sure because I dont know what hope is if you die you die there is no use in having such thoughts.