Dark Day

Once, long ago, there was the SwiftWind family. They were noble High Elves. Then, one night, Kayla SwiftWind gave birth. She had a baby boy, who was destined for greatness...

"Hurry up!" Whispered Jacob SwiftWind. "Shhhh, not so loud!" Whispered his best friend Tyra Proudheart. They were sneaking around where they probably shouldn't have been. Some heavy boots came into view,

and lifted the lid to the chest they had been hiding in.

"Watching the soldiers practice once again, eh?" Boomed the voice of the army commander, Kyle Thu'laz. " Y-yes sir," Jacob stammered. "I thought I made it clear to you there would be no more of this!!!" Yelled Kyle.

"I know, sir, but I thought if I was going to join their ranks someday, I should watch their strategy," responded Jacob.

"True enough," said the commander. "But what's your sorry excuse?" He asked, looking at Tyra. "W-well, um, sir, he just kind of dragged me along. He didn't even tell me where we were going." Tyra whimpered.

"Very well, Jacob, you can stay and watch them do their drills but Tyra, you run along to your family. I'm sure they could use an extra hand right about now." sighed Kyle. "Yes, sir!" The two saluted him simultaneously.