Chapter 1 Diversions
Alfheim, once the most brilliant and most beautiful city of Elves that couldn't be rivaled by anything else that existed; until a catastrophe, the Betrayal, occurred making the Elves suffer a fatal blow that would never be repaired.
Before the Betrayal was a time of peace. Dark Elves, Dwarves, High Elves, Orcs and humans all lived in Midgard avoiding each other, but for some reason the Orcish tribes began to run wild.
"Lord Astralus! Another army of Orcs are trying to pry open the gateway!" An Elven scout panted after he told the High Wizard what was happening.
"They never learn do they?" He flipped his golden hair back to show the frown that formed on his face. Astralus was placed as guardian of the gate along with his sister by the order of the higher council. Many Elves were wondering about the decision of the council because a man of his caliber was over kill for just filthy Orcs.
Astralus teleported himself to the outer gate where the Orcs were readying another assault to the gateway, a gateway that divided Alfheim and the outer world.
He scanned the area and counted nearly a thousand Orcs, Orc warriors, high Orcs, an Orc Lord and even a few Orc ladies that came to avenge their husbands or sons that were killed in past skirmishes.
"Vile filthy Orcs! Return to your villages or you will all be wiped out." He gave the warning to try and avoid bloodshed, but the Orcs only let out war and battle cries while beginning to advance towards the gateway.
"If this is what you want, I will not object. Magma Flare." With not even a hint of emotion on his face what so ever, he raised his hand and a jet of violet flame fired out burning and melting everything in its path.
More than two hundred Orcs were obliterated by a simple spell coming from Astralus. All the Orcs continued to advance with blood thirst; the Orc Lord continued to provide moral boosts that kept the Orcs going and ready for battle.
"Guess my warning shot didn't work, as usual." Astralus spotted the Orc Lord at the near back. "Lightning Strike." Still with a monotonous tone, he casted another spell and a bolt of lightning came down instantly turning the Orc Lord into charcoal.
With the Orc Lords quick death, the Orcs went into a state of panic, but Astralus had already given his final warning.
"Earth Crush." He simply tapped the ground with his foot, filling the earth with energy; the earth under the Orcs began to break apart. The earthquake continued churning the rocks like a mad whirlpool until every single Orc was crushed beneath the ground.
"Pitiful." Astralus sighed; he did not know why the Orcish tribe kept attacking. Before he teleported back, blue energy suddenly started pouring in to him that came from all the dead Orcs, it yet again continued to magnify his power to dangerous levels: he never liked the automatic skill that absorbed more energy for him.
With the Orcs vanquished, he teleported back to his quarters, but he didn't notice someone watching the whole event.
"Damn, the bastard is getting too strong."