A/N: So this story is based on a quiz I did on quotev. Basically i'ts a story of six different elfspieces living in a land called Kulsia. But then some bad news arrive and the only one left are a couple of teenager from each set of elves. Sounds sucky but it's not, for these teenagers are usually known as the nations of Hetalia. The idea simply came from me being bored so I figured out where each person would belong. So, anyway, there's six different kind of elves. There's waterelves, slightly spoiled and snobbish. Forestalves, sort of hippie. Warriorelves, the warriors. Fieldelves, the farmers. Cliffelves, the outcasts. For mor info check the quiz at quiz/2412578/What-kind-of-elf-are-you/
Hetalia will apear in next chapter.
"My Queen!" the messenger called betwen gasps as he stormed into the courtroom.
The three present in the room, all ladies, looked up in surprise at the sudden disturbance of the peace.
"Whatever is wrong?" Queen Arvenne asked warily and sat straight up in her chair.
Both younger girls looked on edge too.
"I just received a message from your husband."
A glimpse of worry crossed the queen's face and she exchanged a worried glance with her daughter, Eiliota.
"What message do you bring from my father?" the fragile teenager asked.
"Bad ones." The messenger admitted sadly.
Eiliota instantly took a firm hold on her friend's, Carina's, hand, ready to hear the worst. Her friend could only silently support her by gently squeezing her hand.
"Read this, my lady." The messenger said and passed a letter to the queen.
Arvenne accepted it and quickly scanned through it before she gasped.
"Oh, my."
Princess Liana quickly made her way through the forest, heading straight for her home where she was sure to find her mother. In her hand, was a letter, hastily marked "Queen Girla". Liana was scared to say the least, as she'd already been informed by king Artilius himself of the situation at hand, she could only pray that her mother could handle it. Eventually she reached her home, quickly searching for the Queen, only to find that their house was empty. She cursed under her breath.
"MUM!" she called out warily and she quickly grabbed a leftover bow and a couple of arrows from the storage before leaving the house again. "Mum!"
Still no answer, and Liana was beginning to grow impatient. Luckily, she spotted one of her younger siblings further down, playing with one of the other kids.
"MAXIM!" she called out, attracting both boys' attention.
"Hi, Liana." Maxim said happily, fully unaware of his sister's nervous state as he extended his arms for a hug.
"Where's mum?" Liana asked quickly, only giving so much attention to the younger as to ruffle his hair a little.
"She went to the river with dad." Maxim said in confusion. "Why?"
"Nothing, Max." Liana promised hastily. "Girl problems."
Both boys made a disgusted face and let Liana run off on her own to take care of "girl problems". Before she was gone, she called back to him:
"Go home and lock the doors, only let those you really trust in!"
Liana sprinted through the woods towards the river as quickly as she could, hoping her mother hadn't gone to any other place than their usual place. She released a sigh of relief when she spotted her mother ahead and called out to her. Queen Girla looked up with a slight frown, as she instantly recognized the nervous tone to her oldest daughter' voice.
"Liana, my dear. What's wrong."
"It's from the king." Liana said, handing her mother the letter as she tried to breath normally.
Girla's frown deepened as she read the letter before her hand came to her mouth in shock.
"Oh no, it can't be."
"Hey, has anyone seen Sir Robert?" Skunk asked around as he searched the square for his mentor.
"Nope." Came the muffled reply.
Skunk let out a whining sound and kicked at the dirty ground.
"Dammit, why is it always me?"
"I saw him." A teenage girl informed. "He was heading for the border with Richard."
"Thanks." Skunk said with a new burst of energy.
He quickly, or as quickly as he good, made his way towards the border. The border in question was the one towards the land of the trolls but no one ever said that, cause it was quiet obvious, since that's the only border they ever had to worry about. Sure enough, he found his mentor (the king) and one of the elders near the border, looking to be in a deep discussion. He would have let them be in normal cases since Sir Robert could be sort of a bitch when he was disturbed, but for once he knew that he had something important. He didn't know what, as he hadn't read the letter yet, but he knew that it was important.
"Sir Robert." He called out, earning an annoyed groan from the older.
"Can't you see I'm in a rather…"
Sir Robert cut himself off when he spotted the letter in Skunk's hand as well as the royal sign.
"What business does the king have with me?" he asked warily and accepted the letter that Skunk was now handing him.
Sir Richard frowned and read the letter over the younger's shoulder. As the two read, Sir Robert's face shifted color into a deep red (and he was not blushing) and he crumbled the piece of paper in his hand furiously.
"No." he hissed. "Not on my watch."
Feldon looked rather questioningly at his nephew as the other was leaning against the war.
"Aren't you happy to see me, uncle?" the younger asked mockingly. "The black sheep has returned."
"Not nearly as glad as your mother must be, I'm sure." Feldon answered calmly.
"I haven't visited her yet." The young boy admitted as he dug his hands into the pockets of his black cloak.
"You should, she is your mother." Feldon reminded. "I'm sure your sisters and your father will be quite excited to see you too."
"And so they shall." Tiny said. "But not yet."
"So what is bringing you here then, if not to visit your family." Feldon asked, looking for any sign of feelings on the young man's face.
And he found them. Worry. Sadness. Fear.
"I bring bad news, uncle." The teenager said sadly and retreated a letter from his pocket. "It's from King Artilius."
Feldon furrowed his brows and accepted the letter. He carefully opened it and read it through before his face matched the one of his nephew. Worry. Sadness. Fear.
"Oh no."
Leo just barely got the chance to get out of the way as the large dinosaur-looking bird landed on the court-yard. Two figures easily jumped off the creature, one man and one woman. The man placed a hand on the bird's big beak and looked it in the eye.
"Stay." He ordered.
The bird folded in wings, signifying that it would do as told unless it was being threatened or it saw the need to move. The black-haired man patted her proudly.
"Good girl."
He hurriedly left the creature be and went to greet his brother, who had already greeted Kimberly, the second one to arrive.
"I'm glad to see you at health, little brother." Leo said and embraced the shorter.
"I am glad to see you at health too, brother." Milo answered before looking warily at the other. "What is wrong?"
"How can you know that something is wrong, Milo?" Leo asked.
"I can feel it in the ground, something is coming." Milo answered. "And you and father knows what it is."
"Something tells me you know too." Kimberly said with a sigh to her husband.
"All the signs point towards it." Milo sighed in aggravation. "Neither mother, nor Eiliota are answering my letters. You're sisters aren't answering. I haven't heard a word from king Feldon and the meeting with Sir Robert was unexplainably cancelled."
Milo turned back to his brother.
"Please, Leo, tell me it isn't true."
Leo released a deep sigh and shook his head.
"It's coming." He said sadly. "And it's coming at great speed. Too fast to stop it."
Milo released an angry yell as he kicked at the ground, catching the attention of people passing by.
"Dammit."
A:N/ Soo, should I continue? Ah, who am I kidding, no one is reading this