Elves Surrender: Kiss of Devour
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  • Reads 7,666
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 6h 15m
Ongoing, First published Sep 22, 2012
Mature
Vanish, a 16 year old half Light (Liosalfar) Elve, lives in a Realm called Devour. The Tenth Realm in the Yggdrasil that survives by being undiscovered by the other Realms. Vanish is part of a secret guard that is bound to forever protect Devour. An old Prophecy of the Svartalfer, the Dark Elves, capture her people to keep as slaves, including her Grandparents, comes to life. Being the only Elve to survive the attack and not be captured, she sets off to free them all. It is up to her to get them back, but she knows she needs help; When a human named Drake stumbles into the Realm, she saves him from being killed by a pack of Red Caps and wolves. Knowing he won't survive this world and get back home safe alone, he strikes a deal Vanish can't refuse: he will help get her Village back, as long as she keeps him alive in this Realm and back home safe.
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