Today a group of unique races gathered in a large cave that leads underground. They sat around a rather large table. “Greetings,” the head of the table greeted them. “I’ve called you here today because I have a plan.” He rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands together under his chin. “We’re taking over the world.”
The first to interrupt was a female vampire, older than even the head of the table. “That’s madness, Kane,” she argued.
“Is it, Sahale?” he questioned with a smug expression. “We’ve lived far longer than those humans, and you call it madness? What’s madness is that they’ve driven us into hiding!” There were nods and murmurs of agreement around the table. Sahale became silent.
“What do you plan to do, exactly?” an elf asked. He wasn’t like any typical elf, but what some call a drow. His skin was dark, like a smoky black, and his eyes were silver. He was known as Adanion.
Kane simply smiled an evil looking smile, his fangs exposed. His eyes were dark as if he could see the bloody massacre that was to happen very soon.
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Falling Grace
FantasyA battle of races (vampires, dwarves, elves, etc., that is) rages on while the rest of the world is oblivious. One girl is somehow singled out while she's pulled into the situation despite her desperate attempts to go back to her normal life as she'...
