We all rushed back above ground only to see all kinds of warlocks raiding Arbre Velki and heading to the castle. I took a dry branch and rubbed it against my dagger until it went aflame. I hopped on Seven Point and rode towards the palace hoping my band could hold these warlocks off. I barged into the castle looking for a staircase. Guards started coming towards me and I just ran through them all with Seven Point. I got off of my elk and ran up some stairs I had found. I swiftly went through confusing hallways until I found Xander.
"You ringworm!" I shouted at him.
"Do you really want to insult a being more powerful than you?" Xander teased.
"I know who you are, show your true self!," I commanded.
He then turned from a prim and proper elf to a creature of purpleish grey skin, hunched back, and big teeth coming out from the bottom of his mouth. He wore a black robe and held a staff. I let my torch touch the wood of the tree setting it on fire.
"You're too late, Zelphar, I've already won!" Xander exclaimed.
"We'll see about that," I said charging towards him.
I was easily stopped when he used his magic to pick me up and drop me three times. I got back up and just started shooting arrows. He deflected some of them, but 4 arrows definately hit. I started running towards him for the second time and took out my dagger. I started engaging with some lunges -which he easily blocked with his staff- and then started slashing wildly. My plan was to make him see a pattern then get him off guard.
My plan worked. Once he kept using the same blocks I parried the staff out of his hand and stabbed him. This wasn't enough to kill him, but I was one step closer to victory. He started using his magic to twist my arms and legs when Kuleer came to my rescue. He passed me saying "you're going to have to burn me to ensure Xander doesn't get away." While Kuleer went to go attack Xander I set my arrow on fire and then shot it, going through both of them and spearing both of their hearts. I walked over and prayed for Kuleer before setting both bodies on fire. I picked up my dagger and headed outside. I found my elk dead on the ground in front of the castle. NO! I thought. I dropped to my knees and laid over Seven Point. A sort of rage swelled inside of me and I got back up. I ran through the still mobs of warlocks; stabbing, and shooting as many as I laid my eyes on.
These deaths wouldn't avenge the ones I've lost today, but they make me feel slightly better. After all the warlocks have either gotten killed or fled, my band and I just watched Arbre Velki. We simply just sat and watched the chaos.
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The Elf of Arbre Velki
ФэнтезиA 16,000 year old elf named Zelphar, and his two friends Aria and Kaden long to be apart of the Elven Army. Once they do become warriors they see things that should be stopped, yet the kind passes it by as nothing. When things get out of hand Zelpha...