The screams and yells still echoed through the house, muffled, but audible. I covered my ears, but the angered yells continued. Peeking through the creak of my door, I saw my sister, looking down at her feet as if she were a child. It was a difficulty for my sister in university, because we were a different race from humans. The humans abused us, used elves as slaves, sexually harassing us. My family and I were able to escape the clutches of their evil doings, but I knew this peace couldn't last forever. It was time for us to fight.
We had allies and enemies. Our allies, the magicians and nasods. Our enemies, the swordsmen and cannoneers. We were of little help to the magicians and nasods, only we were very skillful in dodging attacks, trapping people, camouflaging, and using a bow and arrow. Some of us could even connect with the spirits of the forest to help us hunt and survive in the wilderness. We could follow many different paths, some could become specialized in martial arts while other can pursue the bow and arrow or pursue traps.
The magicians were strong, but they had one weakness. Defense. They are able to conjure many spells, illusions, dark spells, elements, and much more. Some are specialized in defense, while others only know the basic mana shield, which is a blue bubble that protects its caster for so long until it must be casted once more. However, there was one oddity that could be born in the magicians race, the magic prodigy, which is able to conjure any spell, and is the strongest magician ever born. The magicians consist of rune masters, spell masters, and so much more.
The nasods were not strong at all, but they are able to reproduce at a rapid speed. They are not humans, so they have limitless amounts of stamina. Sadly, they have many weak parts, and can be destroyed easily. However, humanoid types are currently being made, which will allow the humanoid type to become a nasod queen of destruction or a nasod queen able to control and make more specialized nasod servants that others can't.
The swordsmen only knows swordsmanship. They consist of spears, katanas, ninja stars, any physical object that requires skill except for bows and arrows. The swordsmen are large in number, and there are rarities where some swordsmen are able to use magic, but only on a low scale. Most of them are called rune slayers, but most of them were savagely murdered by the clutches of war.
The cannoneers were unbelievably strong, but only some were able to take the job. The cannoneers have to be able to use a cannon obviously, whilst some can be creative and use grenades for attacks as well. They are artistic, but they are slow, and there are nicks and crannies where arrows can fit in to break that thick skull of armor.
I continued to stare at my sister's back, watching as she reached for the doorknob and left the house. My father crumpled backwards, his face filled of total defeat. My approaching mother moved to touch him, but he waved her off, and walked away. I opened my door, grabbed my bow, and ran after my sister, knowing that she would need some cheering up to do. It was a hard life, to live peacefully and acting as if you weren't stuck in the middle of the war.
"Lime-nee-san!," I called, staring at her disappearing back.
She was wearing her martial arts' uniform, a green dress with shorts underneath it and a tiny green bow attached to her sleeve. She had green faerie wings, but they weren't as brilliant and beautiful today.
"Yes, Rena?," she replied, sighing.
"Let's spar!," I yelled, hoping to see her turn around and smile.
"Rena, you'll lose like the last time. Stop trying to help me, okay? I don't need your help. I'm bigger, and stronger. I don't need help from my little sister. You just stay home and be a good girl, okay?," she answered, her answer somehow made my heart ache with pain and agony.
It was clear she needed my help, after all, she was so angry just after being reprimanded by our father. She is the most human out of elves I've ever met. She got frustrated very easily, and she lost composure. She rushed into battles without thinking, but nonetheless, I loved her, the same with my other big sister, Amelia. Amelia was smarter than Lime in many different ways, Amelia was smart and skilled at the bow and arrow. She wore casual clothes most of the time, and her dream was to be a treasure hunter.
They all had things I don't have, they had values I could never obtain in my lifetime. I can't help but feel as if I'm trotting behind their back, having to follow every word they say. I felt somewhat frustrated as well, but with the frustration of hopelessness. Then I heard a large bang. A gunshot? I turned around, hearing the screams of fellow elves. Lime and I rushed towards the village, something was wrong. There, in the village, were the swordsmen and the cannoneers. A flick. Fire.
Screaming, I charged forward, releasing several arrows from my bow. I was still an amateur, I was only a trapping ranger, I wasn't a Night Watcher yet. But I could still pack some punch. Lime was dealing off hordes of men at the same time, kicking her way through and making them seem weak. Their moral still hadn't wavered, and I wondered why. Was it because we were in a remote area?
"HELP!," yelled a man, who was trying to help his daughter from under wood that had fallen on top of her.
"EEEK! IT'S THE SWORDSMEN AND CANNONEERS!," shrieked a pregnant elf, fainting from the sight of them.
"RUN!," screamed another, cowardly running with a weapon in his hand.
The scene was unravelling, slowly. They dared to attack the heart of the elves. They will pay. Screaming at the top of her lungs, Amelia came into view, her bow held high.
"MY FELLOW ELVES! THE ELDERLY AND YOUNG MUST HIDE! THE TEENAGERS AND ADULTS MUST FIGHT! HOLD THEM BACK FOR AS LONG AS WE CAN!," she screeched.
"Hurrah!," replied the elves, some leaving and some staying.
I could only pray that the nasods and magicians came here on time. As if by coincidence, reinforcements jumped in front of us. It was the nasods, then the magicians. However...only one magician? And...only one nasod? How lightly can they think these are reinforcements?
"Surrender quietly, swordsmen and cannoneers. If you do not, then we shall send hordes of our soldiers into your fortress which you have left so eagerly," announced the nasod, the magician not moving a finger.
It was a humanoid type nasod, a rare nasod that would take many minerals to create. I'm guessing that the magician must be a magic prodigy, if not, then we're screwed. The swordsmen shook their heads in disbelief, and glared at them. They slumped and marched back. The nasod didn't move an inch afterwards, and then the magician moved.
"Omnia reficit!"
The buildings started to magically go back to normal, the villager's wounds have healed. everyone started to walk back, amazed by the magic. It sparkled, all the burned trees have been restored, everything was back to normal. The magician looked towards me and held out a hand, finally smiling.
"Magic Prodigy at your service. The name's Aisha," she cheerfully introduced herself.
"Trapping Ranger Elf. Pleased to meet you. My name is Rena," I replied with manners, bowing.
"Salutations, Rena, Aisha. My name is Eve, it is a pleasure to meet you," Eve said in a monotone voice.
They were both pretty, Aisha had about the same bust as Lime, Eve had beautiful, silky, silver hair that ran to her ankles. Two drones floated at her side, whilst Aisha's golden-ornamented feathered wand floated in the air. Aisha had curly magenta-lavender hair that twirled and bounced at the slightest breeze.
I wasn't wearing anything particularly nice, just plan elven clothes. With a twirl, Aisha and Eve disappeared. I stared in amazement, how they did that was a mystery. Then our El shard shook. A tremor passed through the earth, and I felt it. No one seemed to notice, but at the corner of the El shard, instead of bluish-green, a purple luminescence glowed.