Okay here's the thing. I was pissed at my parents when I wrote the chapter of this story. I decided to redo this has more of a plot to it. I haven't decided to continue making the other one yet. So enjoy this better version of the story.
Chapter 1
It was amazing. Matora looked out the window down at the world floating below the colony. The world was full of life and young. There were so many creatures that lived and worked the land so gracefully but yet they were at war with what they didn't know. The races were different from the last and there were four races. Human of course, Untamed who were humanoid animals, Winged Elves who were well elves but had wings, and then there was Raging Tides little was known about them even to the inhabits of the world.
Matora looked up as the announcer on the speaker called him to the docks. He pushed off the wall and floated to the dock area. He was chosen by the council to infiltrate the human capital which was far north of their current location. He was told to tell them that he had gotten amnesia and had to 'relearn' their ways then make his way to the elves. They found an isolated spot to enter their world in without being seen. Matora wished that they didn't have to kill the people the world but they had to. Their colony wouldn't last long a year at the most.
He got into the scout ship and sat in the many seats in the back as the pilots in front got ready. He thought about the mission at hand learn the ways while gaining their trust and then gather information of the Winged Elves city for his council could organize an attack. They had learnt that the Winged Elves were the only race that gave birth to healers, clerics, and they kept the other races alive. If they could take their city and the race out the others would fall behind them.
A young she-elf sat on a beautiful pond bridge watching the water. She was thinking on how alone she was, sure she had friends but they didn't understand that kept many things from them. She had lost her parents at a young age and she didn't know her place in the world since then. She chose the path of the cleric because the man that took her in was a cleric and she didn't want to be hurt again. With a sigh the elf laid on her belly to play with the water with her fingers when an unfamiliar sound coming towards her and it hurt her ears. Covering up her sensitive elf ears she tried to look up but what wasn't covered by tree foliage was blind out by the sun in her eyes.
The sun was blinked out for a split second before a gust of wind tumbled her off the bridge and into the water. The elf surfaced and looked in the direction in which the wind came from. Unfurling her Serphic Wind wings she flew out of the water and into that direction.
A man forced his way out of the water and to the surface gasping and struggling to stay afloat as he saw a strangely dressed woman drop into the water next to him. Arms wrapped around him and kept him afloat. A loud explosion went off and looking up he saw writing that read 'S.O.S.' then nothing else
The she-elf was able to pull the man out of the water with the help of a nearby barbarian (barb), who flew over head on his flying manta ray. She summoned her Hellhound mount and with the barb got the man onto its back with a quick reward of cleric buffs they parted ways. The cleric rode her Hellhound to the nearest town that had a direct teleport to her homeland. It wasn't easy the roads were covered with wraiths, the beings all races were still at war at even at this time of peace, and they were trying to kill her as she rode through.
The Hellhound was heavily armored and most of the attacks hit her or her mount and not the unconscious man. They finally made it to Dreamweaver Port without taking the usually path down she had her mount jump over the buildings below and ran straight to the teleport master. She pulled out an emergency teleport card and gave it to the teleport master.
The woman looked over it, looked at the man and then at cleric. She nodded and said, "Hold onto him."
The cleric held the man by his strange clothes and waited for the portal to open up. When it did her Hellhound hesitated but ran forward when his master urged him through. Colors played around and on them before they came through the other side next to the teleport master of City of the Plum. Turning the Hellhound around she went to her elder cleric's home.
Her cleric master turned to her surprised to see his student and the men, "Twilight who is this?"
Twilight got off her Hellhound and saluted to him by cupping her hands together in front of her chest before looking at the unconscious man, "I don't know master. I found him drowning in the water at Village of the Dreaming Cloud. A strange bird thing fell from the sky. It was loud and bright."
"Put him on the table," the master instructed her.
Twilight did what she was told and watch her master quickly examined the unconscious man.
