The Bronzehand
Leaves playfully bounced mid-air, falling in a graceful harmony to the ground. The skies darkened, shrouded by clouds, hiding any sense of sunlight within the sky, and replacing it with the undergrowth of a dark jungle. Rain gently fell from the sky, landing to the floor, puddles flooded, the mud swelling and whirling to a more icky mixture.
Ilera Blueheart was a curious girl. She spent most of her time training with her many teachers, and found time for doing anything else other than learning her father's ways of leading a council.
Long knife shaped ears bounced playfully behind her leaf green hair, her face covered in cuts and bruises from her intense five-hour training per day. She wished to learn in the ways of magic, which had been a subject most people enjoyed to dislike, due to the destruction of their ancestors. They had, in fact, been destroyed by magic itself.
Sounds of roaring voices and cusses below breaths echoed in the dark forests, the occasional sound of explosions and fire raging on too balancing itself out with the gentle pitter pattering of water.
Ilera, today, was to reach her thirteenth birth-celebration. This, to the Elven kind, was not simply a gather up every year to celebrate a new age. To them it was much more. Ilera hadn't at all reached the age of thirteen today- Instead she met the age of three hundred.
Which in Elf years, was young. Barely even an adult.
Ilera's name was often whispered of in the realm, she was seen as a princess, and soon to be queen, following the death of her father. Her father, Domiak, was growing old. But he refused to hand down his position of leadership to Ilera.
He lead an ancient old council of titanic beasts of giant size, shaped much like the Elf beings, despite their massive size and the additional features they had gathered.
The Council defended the kingdom from any dangers that would reach it. One of the most common of these dangers had been demons- Though due to the work committed, they eventually stopped attacking.
Or so was thought.
Eventually, even Domiak knew the demons would return and nothing would be able to prevent that. But he knew for a fact that once his daughter took over, she would try her hardest to make sure the kingdom won't fall.