A/N- This is my second story that i've posted. I hope you like it. It doesn't exactly take place in Middle Earth, or have any of the Lord of the rings characters, but since there are elves in it I decided to post it here in hopes that someone might read and review. Thanks for your time
Chapter One
Glass
The elf sat on a willow tree drawing himself as his hair billowed infront of him. "Hinsel get down here this instant" roared Hinsel's mother. Hinsel rolled his eyes and swung down a branch only to come face to face with his mother. "Get inside and wash the dishes." Hinsel was a fifteen year old elf with long flowing hair that was never combed. He had brown eyes and thick eyebrows. "Now!" Hinsel tried to contain his fury and amazingly succeded. He knew better than to argue with his mother. Hinsel obeidiantly walked inside. "Good boy" Hinsel's mother was a chubby elf that always nagged.
He and his mom were the only ones who lived on the farm for his father had died in the war of Balaton. He walked into his small home and approched the stack of dishes pilled in the sink.
"Thank god for magic", Hinsel remarked half happy half angry. He picked up the first plate, focused, and began to clean the dish with magic. On and on he worked, until every dish was spotless. "Finally", he said contently. He queitly walked to his room. It was a small room, about six by six. He had a petit bed and a chestnut drawer. He also had a little trinklet box in which he kept his most prized possesions. There was a single window on the East wall that bathed the room in sunlight. He gazed out of it, to the magnificent Mountains of Caradobie.
Since his little town of Saca had no leader there were many chaotic times. They had no one to make the important decisions, or follow up on emergencies. The few traders that passed by only came once a year because of this flaw. He sighed and headed down town.
"Come back here!" the elf cried as he chased after the damsell. "At least I am a morph", she said to softly for Marolt of Fris to comprehend. She jumped a cliff and morphed into a humming bird.
"Ha!" Marolt laughed as he pointed his bronze arrow and took aim. He shot. The damsell morphed into a cloud, and the arrow went through her. She then morphed back into a humming bird, and flew. Marolt muttered some words and he was transported on top of the damsell. She could not support the weight, so she once again turned into a cloud on dropped him into trees, watching the branches give away under him. She turned back into her normal self, but kept the wings, which were enlarged when morphed. She shouted mysterious words, and a beam of fire was thrown at the figure of Marolt lying tangled in the bushes. He held up his sheild, and the flames deflected off and hit a nearby tree.
When he looked up, the damsel had disappeared. He muttered some words under his breath, and he too vanshed from sight.
"Here it is", Hinsel said aloud. He looked at the acre that he called downtown. He walked down the partly crowded alley. He walked into the story tellers' house.
"Saken", Hinsel cried hopefully.
From somewhere in the back of the room came a raspy voice. "Who is it?"
"It is I, Hinsel"
"Ah, Hinsel my boy, dragons I assume?" He walked into the light revealing long silver hair and bright blue eyes. His eyes showed that he was old, but wise.
"Yes Saken."
"Well, I am afraid I have run out of legends, but how about a truthful secret?"
"That would suit me fine, Saken", replied Hinsel with a smile.
"Good and I am sure you will enjoy the story that will follow." He paused and then started the tale.
"Deep in the heart of Facat, lays the last of all dragon eggs. Facat is a great city, with many intelligent persons. It is blanketed by Ivory beams which protect the great castles in the area. It is a barren place, which is alligned next to the Falantiory Sea. Although it recieves plenty of water the ruler of the city refuses the planting of any greens, except for the farms, in which he controls.
"The egg is heavily gaurded by some of the most powerful Eckretazez from Calzino, the island north east of Facat. Calzino is a city covered in shadow, ignoring the light which beats down from the sun. The Eckretazez are unhuman creatures and guardian of evil, such as Marohamata, the ruler of Sautyana, the source of all evil. The Eckratezez are large creatures with pure black skin. They alsow have black wings and a horn protruding from their head. The egg is an undecided factor in the war that had been raging on for years now. It was not ceratin whether the egg would be an asset or enemy for Calzino and other evil cities."
Saken paused, allowing the effect of his words to take it's course in Hinsels mind. Slowly he continued.
"About eighty years ago, when Marohamata was around five years old, he found a dragon egg in the deep crevices of a cavern. Back then, dragon eggs were not scarce, and most popular among upper class families. When Marohamata was seven it hatched into an earth type dragon. Marohamata began to spread his power by conquering small villages along his journey.
"But as you probably assumed, his powers began to increase. He took villagers that were in good health, and placed them in Army's of Destruction. Torpidly they inched their way across the rough terrain, recruting all places to the ever growing population of the ranks in arms. Now he rules above us all, a undefeated king." Saken finished dramatically.
Hinself saw Saken's bottom lip quiver as he ended the tale. It was visible for only a fraction of a second, and it vanished so quickly that Hinsel doubted if he had seen it at all.
As Hinsel stepped out of the small building he, as he always did, looked at the two rows of buildings. All of them had tree's souronding them covered with fruits such as apples and pears. Hinsel smiled and decided to go back home. He walked on the grass, and occasioanlly stopped to climb a tree. His happiness did not last long, for as he neared his home, he heard his mother yelling his name. He poked his head into the door, and saw his mom running through the house hystericaly with an uncleaned plate. Hinsel rolled his eyes, and crept into his room. He jumped onto his bed.
"Sana", he said and a black fluffy dog came bounding toward him. Sana easily leaped on the bed, wagging his tail excitedly. He was a rare breed of black Samoyed. Hinsel had found him wounded and lying on the street, blood pouring from a large gap in his head. Hinsel had felt a great amount of sympathy for the injured animal and had brought him home to tend to his wounds. After the dog had recovered, Hinsel could not send him away, so after many long midnight arguments, it had been decided that the dog would stay.
"Hinsel, is that you? Get over here this instant." Hinsel rolled his eyes again and quickly walked into the living room where he found his mother stamping her foot impatiently.
"CLEAN THIS PLATE AND GO HUNTING NOW!" Hinsel was about to protest, but thought otherwise. He easily cleaned the plate using his magic, before she had the opportunity to give it to him.
"See ya", Hinsel said, and before she had time to argue he had grabbed his bow and quiver and was out the door. "Phew", he remarked, once at a safe distance from the house. He quickly headed to Du Forest, walking through the grassy terrain, humming to himself. He eventually reached the thick growth of trees and underbrush, which was dark and forbidding. Hinsel strung his bow and entered the dark and gloomy forest. Thorny bushes surrounded him and vines hung from branches, making it hard to move. He eased the bow, and pulled out a dagger from his shoe. He then cut through the thicket of dense vines revealing a natural path that was covered with fungus.
He had memorized this forest more than anyone in Saca and had soon ambled off the trail. He neared the deers breading area and quickly ducked in the underbrush at the sight of two medium size doe. They were of the rare breed of Gold-Haired, and very hard to come by. If Hinsel could bring down one of these beautiful creatures, he would surely have the rare luxury of being thanked by his mother.
Hinsel strung his bow, fumbling with his arrow. His hands were trembling with excitement. He pointed his bow at the larger doe and released the arrow. It seemed impossible to dodge yet at the last second the two deer bounded into the thicket.
Hinsel cursed and ran to fetch his arrow. He stumbled upon a stone and fell down, bruising his forehead. He opened his eyes to reveal his arrow, or rather what was left of the arrow. It had been severd into two pieces and looked to be un-repairable to say the least. He cursed again, picked himself up, and brushed himself off.
Hinsel quietly snuck in the direction that the doe had gone and soon found himself hitting something hard.
Hinsel looked up at the forsaken mountain known as The Caradobie. It was covered with rocky ledges and caverns. Hinsel gaped in disbelief at the unreal size of the peak before him. The mountain had been in existance for many years, before it was discovered by Galinhab in the age of mortals. At the base of the mountain were scattered many trees. These continued up midpoint, where they became scarse. At this point snow began to cover the peak.
Hinsel tore his gaze from The Caradobie and caught a glimps of the smaller doe prance into the thicket. Hinsel forced a smile and chased the doe regardless of the vines that hung above and infront of him. He finally caught up with the fiend that was drinking from a pond with glimmering water. Hinsel chuckled. He aimed his bow and released.
The arrow hit the unfortunate creature in between its eyes. It automatically fell into the pond only allowing his antlers to protrude. Hinsel ran toward the pond and heaved the front half of the doe onto dry land. With one swift movement he had sliced the creature in two. He lifted the front half of the creature onto his back and headed back towards the path. He walked out of Du Forest contently. He pushed the door open farther than it had been, and he dropped the front half of the fiendish animal on the table. He stumbled into his room and automatically fell asleep as his head touched the pillow.
Hinsel had not noticed the creature with glowing red eyes disapear into the still night.
A/N- Please tell me what you think. Should I continue or not? Thank you again for you time... Happy New Years!