Bon Voyage! Volume 1: The Beginning

Chapter 17: Peril, My Old Pal

2.3 million years ago

It was the Dark ages and The Elves were barricading their magical items in their deep dungeon away from the savages-somewhat-mortals who desperately needed magic to heal them, to change them, and to free them from their torment whatever it was. The elf soldiers fought back the humans as hard as they could but they were just too strong. An elf knight ran up the stairs to the throne room and kneeled to the king. "King Hemfort, please, can we give these humans some more magic? I'm sure that they won't use it for bad intentions." Knight Grum said. King Hemfort sat tall in his throne and looked out the opened windows to see the humans breaking down their walls with an army of their own. "I'm sorry, Grum, no more magic today." King Hemfort looked back at his Queen Lizianna and she knew that after all that has gone on in their realm, because of magic, she knew in her heart that giving these humans a small amount of magic wouldn't be so bad.

"Hemfort, let's just give them some magic." Queen Lizianna said and smiled. "No! These humans are like rats. Once you give them a little bit of cheese, they always come back for more. I'm sorry Lizianna but humans will always be savages. You're just going to have to accept that." King Hemfort said and Queen Lizianna just shrugged. The humans broke down the main gate that guarded the castle from intrusion. They ran up the 500 steps to the main entrance and found another batch of elf soldiers. The humans threw their arms across the green stone floor and swept the elves into the air and they came flying down the stairwell. The humans barged on the gigantic green wooden door. "Your Highness, the humans made it to the main door." Knight Churchek informed. King Hemfort and Queen Lizianna stood up from their thrones and the Queen picked up her baby, Princess Trixie, from her purple cradle that rocked back and forth. "We have to get to the dungeon!" King Hemfort ordered and every elf ran toward the door, running through the corridor and into the door that led to the dungeon. They all got into the biggest jail cell, King Hemfort grabbed the keys that hung on a hook at the entrance, and locked themselves in. Surely, they won't capture them here.

All of the elves stood in fear in the murky jail cell as they held onto their loved ones. King Hemfort heard growling mumbles coming from the east wing and banging coming from the stone walls. The human savages were coming close but they weren't inside so they were safe...for now. Queen Lizianna shushed her crying Trixie and rocked her to sleep until a gigantic hand punched through the rainbow stained-glass window, causing it to shatter, as it moved its way through the jail cell and wrapped itself around Queen Lizianna. She screamed as she was being lifted into the air. King Hemfort grabbed her hand as she held Princess Trixie in the other. "Take her Hemfort." Queen Lizianna handed Trixie into the loving arms of her dear husband. The human growled and pulled his bloody arm through the stained-glassed window. Queen Lizianna drifted into the light and yelled, "I love you!" and then the only sound the human made after that was a crunching sound. Outside the window, you could see Queen Lizianna lying on the grass-DEAD.

For the longest time, humans thought by eating elves would give them magic but the only way to wield magic is by obtaining it for your own. Five hundred years later, The World of the Elves looked nothing more than a world full of savages they called humans who lived and survived off of eating elves. After Queen Lizianna's death, King Hemfort never forgave himself for it. He loved her so much that he would die for her and he would have if he didn't have a daughter to raise. Now Trixie was the last thing Queen Lizianna left behind before she got slaughtered and eaten alive. King Hemfort adored her as any loving parent would. Princess Trixie's birthday was coming up and she would be turning Elf Year 17. But on Earth, she would be 501. Elves live long lives to the age of 300 billion but they can die naturally by nature, humans, and moogle. That's a disease that kills only elves. It lasts for a day but kills in an instant.