Forbidden unity

Trevor The Undying

Trevor lived in the far reaches of the dark lands. 

It was a place untouched by mortal men, almost all men who entered there died before they could escape, and those who did escape, were too man from the horrors to tell the tale. 

Arguyas and Allura had heard stories of Trevor the Undying. He was an immortal elf of the dark lands, his magical abilities were far beyond anything seen since the times of Merlin the Great. 

Arguyas knew they had to reach him and persuade him to help fight the war for peace. 

They entered the dark lands and immediately the feelings of dread washed over the entire party. The earth was bathed in shadows and held a certain eerie feeling that made even the strongest willed man feel paranoid. 

The shadows that filled the dark lands seemed to crawl and move about, surrounding them and laughing. The trees felt as though they had invisible eyes that watched your every move and tracked your every step. 

The earth felt as though it had hands, grabbing at your ankles and weighing down your every step as you walked. 

The air felt as though it sat upon your shoulders like a heavy weighted child, making you slow and exhausted with every step forward. The deeper you went, the heavier you felt. 

The ground was thick like molasses, it was a marsh made of black tar and it wreaked of dying plants and smog. The sun never dared to shine there, for even the sun feared the secrets that would be revealed from its ashes if it even attempted to shine its light over the land. 

The only creatures known to have survived the harsh dark lands, were the shadow walkers who sulked there, large plumes of dark shadows that held hallow eyes and robes made of the very shadows around them. 

The elves who resided there, immortal creatures who were once very beautiful, but now their skin was grey and ashen, their eyes bloodshot and clouded and their hair dark. 

The elves were once the most honored and beautiful of all creatures in Danfreel. But they were exiled by the coward king to the only place left to go. 

Allura glanced at Arguyas. "How much further must we go? I fear I will not be able to endure such depressive feelings for long." She told him as she took another weighted step forward into, now knee deep tar. 

Arguyas took a hold of her forearm gently and held her up. "You must endure. We only have a small distance to go yet, We cannot fight this war without the Undying." He assured her gently as they continued their trek into the darkness. 

With each step they began to feel more and more hopeless. Allura simply couldn't go on as she sunk to her knees in exhaustion. Arguyas got down in front of her. "We must go on!" He urged her trying to get her to rise back to her feet. It was no use, she refused to stand again. 

Just as Arguyas began to believe she would die here no matter his effort, a bright light shone over them both, opening Alluras eyes once more to her now lost strength. She stood slowly and turned towards the light. 

Behind it stood Trevor the Undying. He smiled a brilliant smile, despite his ashen and grey appearance, he was still very attractive to the eyes. 

"Now now, I cannot let those who seek me die in this land." He chuckled. "Come, lets get you both something warm to eat and dry to wear. Then we may talk." He led them into a small house dug out of the side of a marshy hill. 

Allura and Arguyas were each given fresh clothes to change into. Allura was given elven armor, a short white and gold dress with long sleeves, it was made of a special impenetrable metal, the boots cape and belt made of the same material. 

Arguyas was also given elven armor of the same material, but his armor was heavy, while hers was light. 

"Now, you both came a much further distance then most men who journey here. What is it I can assist you with?" He asked as he sat across from both of them near a fire pit. 

"We come to ask your assistance in fighting a war for peace." Arguyas cut straight to the chase, not wasting a moment as he knew time was growing short. 

"Peace? That's a rather ambitious goal don't you think?" He frowns in disbelief. 

"Not when you have the location of the Forge and carry weapons made from the very soul of its creator." Allura spoke simply. 

"The forge of legend?" His eyes widen in shock as he stood quickly. In one sudden movement he knelt to his knees in front of them. "I and my people are at your service, We have been in exile much too long, we cannot pass up an opportunity for freedom, and we will gladly follow those who carry the weapons of destiny." 

He smiled and stood. Within a few hours all of his men were armored up and ready to follow. A good 300 elves gathered and ready to march out at dawn . 

Allura and Arguyas rested there for the night, and at first light they left the marshes of the dark lands, prepared to march on the forge and retake control. 

The war to come would go down in history as one of the most noble and non-vengeful battles in all of Danfreels many wars. 

A war not done for land, gold, or even for the sake of selfish interests, but a war fought for peace and freedom, a battle fought to protect and save the known world and all men who resided there. 

No one in Danfreel despised the coward king more than the elves, and no one felt any better of his son who now sat upon the throne, So even citizens would join the battle to save their world for the sake of peace once and for all.