Hmmm... This is my first pure beyblade story, all the rest are crossed with someone. Oh yeah I own nothing but the story and some characters, also thanks to Weeping Angel who helped me with this story in the idea stage.
Elvendude
By Firehedgehog
Prologue- A death of a queen
In the sidhe realm a beautiful castle stood (the place all the good elves and Fairy creatures live), it was ancient place with green ivy flowing up it's side. In it, lived no other then the royal family of the elves. Like in the legends they were tall slim graceful people, with long flowing hair, startling eyes that were slanted and slim pointed ears.
Yet unlike the legends they didn't have the problem of iron, the cold iron wouldn't affect them anymore then a mortal. But like the legends they did have there enemies... the dark court of the sidhe, the unsidhe.
And today... while it looked like any other day, it wasn't.
Dark forces were gathering, and for a certain elf his life was about to be changed forever.
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Screams echoed through the air as the unsidhe slaughtered innocents; blood stained the once green grass of this realm. The Sidhe knights were loosing the battle; after all... every kill made the evil ones more powerful with their blood magic.
"Find the royal family and kill them," a dark elf ordered in a scream, the battle went on for exhausting hours... soon all that was left was to storm the castle.
***
Two figures rushed through smoke filled halls, the first was an armored troll... a good one not the type you heard about in fairytales. He was short and ugly with small black eyes and yellowed teeth, but there was something about him that said he was friendly.
"This way my queen," he called in a crackley voice, yes the second figure was the queen of the sidhe.
The queen was very female, and you could tell by the many curves of her slim body. She stood around five foot two and had slanted green eyes, waist length golden blond hair and wore a silk dress that had slits on its sides. Her chin had a stubborn set to it, told anyone that she wouldn't take any nonsense. To humans she would of looked around twenty, but in elven years... well she is a lady so we won't tell... it is rude to tell a woman's age.
In her arms was a small elven child that looked to be around four years old, he was small for his age too. He had shoulder length silvery white hair and soft silvery-blue eyes, he wore a simple green tunic and brown pants... his slim feet were bare.
"Hurry, we have to get my son to safety," the queen said, her voice was soft like velvet but when angry it would sting like a wasp.
"We're here, the gate to the real world," the troll said; the queen sighed in relief.
"Quickly activate the spell," she ordered, the troll nodded and began the spell to open the gate. As the troll did this, the queen cast yet another spell on the three, it would cause the three of them to change to human form once they went through the portal. But she was worried it wouldn't work on the troll, many times spells like this didn't work on Trolls.
Both sighed a sigh of relief as a golden portal appeared in front of them, through it they could see a park like are in the human realm.
"A safe place for my child to grow up, but one day we will return," the queen whispered, she was about to step through when she stopped... the reason why was answered as a sword went through her chest gushing blood. It missed the young elven prince though.
"My queen," the troll cried dismayed as she fell, he quickly caught the prince as he fell also. He could see the unsidhe who had stabbed her and he growled, he was about to attack him when the queen stopped him.
"No... the portal... is closing.... Go... now," she cried through her pain, then she died.
"Mama," the young elf cried seeing this but not truly understanding, the troll sighed and then without another look leapt through the portal which closed behind him.
"Damn, but at least I got the stupid queen... but I'll get the prince another time," the unsidhe sneered, after all he knew of other portals to the human realm.
***
A young woman walked through the park with her husband, they faces were sad with the news they had just received. They were unable to have children, they had hoped that with marriage they would have children.
"We could adopt," the wife said, the husband sighed.
"I know, " he said softly, it was then that he heard a sound... a small child crying.
Quickly they ran through the park, they searched till they found the source of the sound. In the dirt wearing a tattered shirt and pants was a small child of maybe four years old, he had large gentle blue eyes and blue hair.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked softly, the husband looked around hopefully for the boys parents.
"Do... do... don't know, I'm lost," the child cried softly his voice also had an accent she couldn't recognize, quickly she hugged him to comfort him.
"Shhh... its okay, what's your name and where do you live?" she asked softly, this seemed to make him cry more.
"I don't know, I can't remember anything," he cried, gently she rocked him.
"That's okay we'll find out who you are, but until then how about we call you Tyson?" she asked, the child sniffled and nodded.
'And maybe if we don't find anything, we can adopt you' she thought smiling, he was such a sweetie and old enough to be her own child if she had been able to get pregnant at the beginning of their marriage.
***
The troll sighed in relief as the human couple took the transformed prince from the park, as the queen had feared the spell had not taken hold over him so he still looked... well like a troll. So he had to place the prince with a human family, to make sure the prince would not say something wrong he had place a spell on him.
The prince would remember nothing of his past till he reached seventeen, then he would regain his memories and be able to change back to his true elven form. He was glad through that elves aged like humans till they reached sixteen, even a transformation spell couldn't make someone age different.
"Be well my prince for I cannot stay near you, if I do then there is a great chance the unsidhe will find you," he whispered, then in a flash of light he vanished.
TBC
Ta da, the prologue is done. AS you noticed I'm mostly following the Irish version of Fairy legends, this story of elves is also inspired by the books with elves in them by Mercedes Lackey. I hope you all like it because this series will be continuing but
slowly, not a weekly fic.
Ja ne