Elyxion: The War (EXO Fantasy Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Orphans Loathing Life

Finally, after exactly ONE YEAR from the Prologue, Chapter 1 is published! I am so sorry to have put this story on hold for such a long time. Not only have I been very preoccupied with school, work, and life in general, I have had issues writing other chapters because of the complexity of the plot line that I was still cooking up. I feel ashamed that after a full year of not writing, writer's block still hits me and sometimes I still find myself questioning how I will shift key points of the story, and so on. 

Please forgive me for this very long wait, but I promise that I will publish more chapters and eventually FINISH the book, in a much reasonable timeframe. Thank you for your patience and enjoy your read. :)

PS: I encourage you to go over "Welcome to book 3" to refresh your minds about who the characters are. If you have time to spare, it will also be a fun idea to re-read the Prologue. It will help you with the events of the story and get right back into action. ;)

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For as long as he could remember, Do Kyungsoo has lived alone all of his life. He knew no family, and had no friends. In the heart of Seoul, South Korea, nineteen year-old D.O. was a solitary soul, a lone wolf going about life as best as he could, but the positions were switched; he felt like the hopeless prey, not the mighty predator.

D.O. was nothing nor no one unusual, however. He was a normal, handsome young lad with thick dark hair and a pair of big brown eyes. Matter of fact, he was quite a sight. He had a perfect smile that could melt girls' hearts in an instant and a charm that could make older women go weak in the knees. Let not his petite stature fool you, for he can be a moderately scary and dangerous being when his trigger points were pushed even the slightest bit. But D.O. remained as graceful and kind as he could be, something he managed skillfully in spite of the bullying and hate directed towards him from the other youngsters in the orphanage he dwelled in and the school he abhorred.

The young man dreaded the people he faced and lived with every day, but he adored life. In fact, he was extremely grateful to be alive, for all he could have known, he could have died just by the simple fact that when he was a baby, parentless and vulnerable, his chances of survival were already extremely slim. He never knew what happened to his parents, simply that they had died shortly after he was born, as what people have made him believe.

The other youngsters never really talked to D.O., and the rare ones who did only shot him nasty stares and spat detestable words. The fact that he was the shy type did not exactly help his case either. In school, a gang of seven boys would pick on him and beat him both mentally and physically. D.O. suffered from cuts and bruises on his face, but would cover them up with an old cap or a ripped scarf. The real wounds were in his heart, forever bringing down his continuously eroding self-esteem and making him place no trust in anyone. When he got back to the orphanage, he would live through the same wretched fate, either by getting completely ignored or pushed around by the other children.

"Why is my life so pitiful," D.O. would find himself thinking during wee hours on his uncomfortably stone-hard bed, contemplating the decaying ceiling on top of his head. "What the hell did I do to deserve this... Maybe that's why my parents got rid of me..." he scoffed at that thought. "If I even had any parents..."

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Loriel grew up to be a fine young elfling. She was beautiful in an enticing, none-classic way: her amber-colored hair tumbled over her shoulders and flowed behind her slim hourglass figure as she walked gracefully with the wind blowing her locks away. She had a face sculpted to perfection, with a pair of coral-rose eyes that gleamed as brightly as her luminous, heavenly-white teeth when she broke into a smile. Her delicate eyebrows were straight and soft and her eyelashes long and thick, gifting her with the eternal appearance of youth and innocence. Her pixie nose, pointy ears and plump lips could not have been sculpted any better, even by the best sculptors that have walked the planet.