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A Christmas gift for Maeve on Midorea.
I hope you enjoy it.
The light that once lit up the land in golden hues, occasionally orange or red before the setting sun, was now hidden beneath a layer of grey, blanketed in an eternal mist of soot. It had only been like this for the past four decades, ever since the fall of Lindrell. It was then that the darkness engulfed all that was pure and all that was light. It had been small at first, the powers of the elves, fayes, and humans thwarting the demons that lurked in the shadows and crept between the ebony trees beneath the full moon. But it would seem as though Fate had decided to place her tidings with the forces of the night and aided in the fall of the races that ran in the light.
The two major forces of the night came from the dark elves and black magicians. The dark elves were short, opposite of the high elves that walked beneath the sun and soaked in all that was good. They were gnarled, hands warped with protruding knuckles and long knotted digits. Their hair was black, ebony strands that were twisted and caked with muck of the swamps they inhabited. Their clothing was sparse as well, tanned leather hides that draped over their bent forms as if they were mere cretins of the earth, their knuckles almost scraping across the mud they tread on. Their king was a brute force, muscles thick and veins bulging so much so that if one looked close enough, they could see the pulse in those veins. Their skin was paper white, but it was often hidden beneath the black mud that they used to cake on to their overly sensitive skin during battle. Many thought that the race possessed white eyes with black irises, but it was far from the case. Their pupils had grown so large to drink in as much light as possible at night that they appeared black, but on the outer most edges they were blue, just as their cousin's eyes, the higher elves.
The first blow came when the human's king fell in battle, slain by the blade of a dark elf. He had no heir to claim his throne and slowly the human kingdom began to collapse as the people fought to take over their region. They continued to fight one another and the black forces, but they were too weak and slowly the human race was eliminated down to a small group in the mountains who were rough and wished to have no say in the matters of elves or evil.
The second came from the curse of a black mage upon the Elven king. The leader's mind began to spoil and slowly he was torn down from the inside out. He ordered his men into missions they were destined to fail. The elves were small in number compared to the growing darkness and slowly they were plucked off one by one. Finally when the king committed his own suicide, elven dagger buried in his side on the floor of his study, did the remaining elves flee off in search of a new world leaving only the Faye behind in hopes to hold on to the light.
The Faye were a whimsical race that were drawn into a war that was not their own. They had once danced and sang loudly into the night, using the stars and the moon as their light and they did not fear the terrors of the night. Faye people were strong willed and light of heart. They created songs of joy and very few told a tale of victory in war, but when the darkness crept up and began to take over, these people were lost and consumed. The dark elves and the mages did not see a point in destroying a weak race that would never rise up and instead enslaved them. The Faye women were used for the home chores and the men for the back breaking labor as the world fell into a reign of darkness.
There seemed to be no hope for the world. It was lost to the darkness and the shadows.
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A/N: Well I honestly want to add onto this, but my ideas are short and this was written in between cooking for Christmas and I'm still late and I'm terribly sorry Maeve. I wanted you to have something as a written gift so you could get any kind of idea. But I do have a part I want to add on as soon as I can. Once again, terribly sorry this is late. Holidays are always insane for me.
I hope you enjoy it.
The light that once lit up the land in golden hues, occasionally orange or red before the setting sun, was now hidden beneath a layer of grey, blanketed in an eternal mist of soot. It had only been like this for the past four decades, ever since the fall of Lindrell. It was then that the darkness engulfed all that was pure and all that was light. It had been small at first, the powers of the elves, fayes, and humans thwarting the demons that lurked in the shadows and crept between the ebony trees beneath the full moon. But it would seem as though Fate had decided to place her tidings with the forces of the night and aided in the fall of the races that ran in the light.
The two major forces of the night came from the dark elves and black magicians. The dark elves were short, opposite of the high elves that walked beneath the sun and soaked in all that was good. They were gnarled, hands warped with protruding knuckles and long knotted digits. Their hair was black, ebony strands that were twisted and caked with muck of the swamps they inhabited. Their clothing was sparse as well, tanned leather hides that draped over their bent forms as if they were mere cretins of the earth, their knuckles almost scraping across the mud they tread on. Their king was a brute force, muscles thick and veins bulging so much so that if one looked close enough, they could see the pulse in those veins. Their skin was paper white, but it was often hidden beneath the black mud that they used to cake on to their overly sensitive skin during battle. Many thought that the race possessed white eyes with black irises, but it was far from the case. Their pupils had grown so large to drink in as much light as possible at night that they appeared black, but on the outer most edges they were blue, just as their cousin's eyes, the higher elves.
The first blow came when the human's king fell in battle, slain by the blade of a dark elf. He had no heir to claim his throne and slowly the human kingdom began to collapse as the people fought to take over their region. They continued to fight one another and the black forces, but they were too weak and slowly the human race was eliminated down to a small group in the mountains who were rough and wished to have no say in the matters of elves or evil.
The second came from the curse of a black mage upon the Elven king. The leader's mind began to spoil and slowly he was torn down from the inside out. He ordered his men into missions they were destined to fail. The elves were small in number compared to the growing darkness and slowly they were plucked off one by one. Finally when the king committed his own suicide, elven dagger buried in his side on the floor of his study, did the remaining elves flee off in search of a new world leaving only the Faye behind in hopes to hold on to the light.
The Faye were a whimsical race that were drawn into a war that was not their own. They had once danced and sang loudly into the night, using the stars and the moon as their light and they did not fear the terrors of the night. Faye people were strong willed and light of heart. They created songs of joy and very few told a tale of victory in war, but when the darkness crept up and began to take over, these people were lost and consumed. The dark elves and the mages did not see a point in destroying a weak race that would never rise up and instead enslaved them. The Faye women were used for the home chores and the men for the back breaking labor as the world fell into a reign of darkness.
There seemed to be no hope for the world. It was lost to the darkness and the shadows.
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A/N: Well I honestly want to add onto this, but my ideas are short and this was written in between cooking for Christmas and I'm still late and I'm terribly sorry Maeve. I wanted you to have something as a written gift so you could get any kind of idea. But I do have a part I want to add on as soon as I can. Once again, terribly sorry this is late. Holidays are always insane for me.