A boy from the Dark Elven Village
Prologue
Dark elves are close kin of the wood elves, and like them, a very proud and majestic race. Their high life expectancy and innate talent for natural magic made them one of the greatest races of the New World. Being a great country, the dark elves had many slaves from other, lower races.
But, all this in the distant past, perished in the abyss of the World Catastrophe. The coming of the Rescuers of the humans, 6 incredibly powerful beings, equal to whom the world never saw, saved the once dying humanity by freeing them from slavery and destroying many who once ruled the people. What happened to them afterwards, no one knows. Later, in legends, people began to call them the 6 Great Gods.
But this was only the beginning, after only 100 years, after the arrival of the six gods, the World plunged into the abyss of blood and despair. Eight creatures with tremendous power started total destruction of all life, but what was more surprising, they did not touch human, and even seemed to protect them, despite the fact that they themselves were monsters, and did not closely resemble humanity. They exterminated everyone, even the great Dragon Lords were just babies, compared to them. But even such powerful creatures, called the Eight Greed Kings, disappeared into non-being, becoming a bloody chapter in the history of the New World.
And when the whole world calmed down, 300 years after the era of the Eight Greed Kings, demons, Demon Gods, started the destruction of the whole world, and killed everyone, not depending on race, sex or status. And only thanks to the efforts of the Heroes, the united power of all races, Demon Gods were cast back into hell or sealed in crystals. However, their evil nature still lived in this world, desecrating countless lands like the one near the village of the Dark Elves.
Passing through all these countless trials, the dark elves lost their greatness once, now they are only a shadow, from their former self. Divided, fighting for life, once a powerful country fell under the yoke of all these disasters. Now, they are divided, each settlement struggles for their own survival, they are divided among themselves, and worse still, many human and demi-humans countries hunt them, using them either to satisfy their own lusts or as slaves. And as a sign of their insignificance, slavers cut the tips off the captured elf's ears.
Because of all these events, many children were left without parents.
And our story will be about one such boy who did not remember anything about his past, did not know his surname or his name. A common orphan. One of the many who do not know their parents. An ordinary boy who has lost everything. But despite this, it feels inner beauty. Beauty, which none of them possessed in the village. But all this has already faded. His once beautiful golden hair fell drooped lifelessly.
Like many orphans in this village, he was dressed very poorly, with old and worn out clothes, not the size of coarse slippers on his feet. The usual boy is a dark elf, looking for years 10-11, born unknown by whom and when.
But there was something in him that distinguished him from the other orphans, his two forefingers were wearing 2 incredibly beautiful rings, but unlike him, the others saw these rings no more than the cheap unnecessary ornament that he wears. Also on his chest rested a small locket, he was so unremarkable that the boy even sometimes forgot about him, but at the same time, for some reason, he did not want to part with him.
And there was one more feature in this boy. The greatest sadness, grief, hidden in his incredibly beautiful eyes, eyes that glowed like a young green forest, but in his right eye, barely noticeable, hung a faint shade of the great ocean.