Chapter One - The snowfall.
There had never been snow on Shadowdance Island before, and it was a new experience for Felore. She was a young night-elf, and was learning to ride a hippogriff and become an archer. As she awoke on a cold Monday morning, she felt herself shudder violently against the winter air. "Felore!" her mother yelled, thumping on the old oak door, "Felore! Get up off your lazy rear and get into your armour! The huntress' have agreed to take you hunting with them so you better be thankful!" Felore sighed and rolled over. Another of her mother's grand schemes to get her trained and into her own house before the next fall - at least it was better than the last! In summer, her mother had attempted to marry her to a handsome young hunter from the tribe across the river. Though, despite his to-die-for smile and excellent hunting skills, Felore saw him as nothing but an annoying, immature idiot who seemed to believe he was god's gift to every she-elf in the area. "Felore!" her mother yelled again, "hurry up, Mave is waiting to go with you!" With a heavy sigh, she climbed up from her bed and donned her armour. "Felore! Get up!" her mother yelled yet again, banging so hard on the door that the doorframe shook. "I'm up!" Felore yelled angrily, opening the door to reveal the angry face of her mother. "I've been calling for ten minutes!" she snapped, "go, now, and no breakfast!" Felore stepped outside and was greeted by her best friend, Mave. Mave looked very much like Felore, only at the time she was riding her black panther (Shadow Chaser) and wore her huntress armour. Felore gave a loud whistle and her hippogriff (Yla) came running, with something remarkably like a mouse clenched in her beak. The young she-elf mounted her steed and the two friends made their way to the riverbank, trotting briskly through the grass as they talked. "I wish my mum would shove off and find another husband," Felore said angrily, staring blankly at the sky above, "I mean, you think getting shot of my dad would stop her being so grumpy!" "I know how you feel," Mave smiled, "My dad's started going out again. Can you believe it took him five years to get over us leaving mum behind? She was a nasty old cow, anyway." Felore sniggered at the bravery of her friend. "I wonder what happened in the end," Mave said thoughtfully, "do you think the undead did win?" "Where'd you hear a silly thing like that?" Felore tried to chuckle, but her smile had completely faded. "Everyone's saying it. They all think the undead won in the end and all the Night-elves who stayed to fight either got killed or were." she gave a small gulp, ".made into the undead." "That's horrible!" "I know, but we'd better shut up about it now. We're nearly at the river, and you know what Tygra thinks of gossip." Slowly, the riverbank came into view. A clump of huntresses were standing around, all looking to their leader, a young Priestess of the moon named Tygra. She looked worried, and the strange thing was, she was standing on the water. "What's going on?" Mave cried as she and Felore approached the group. "Bad news, girls," Tygra shook her head with grief, "the river has frozen." ".So?" Felore tipped her head to one side, her face a picture of confusion. "What do you mean, so?" Tygra snapped, "don't you know what this means? Snow! It's going to snow, and all the ancients will die of cold, and we won't be able to hunt! Not only that, but the orcs, the humans and the undead can all get across the river and attack us!"
To be continued.
(I promise, promise, promise the next chapter will be longer!)
There had never been snow on Shadowdance Island before, and it was a new experience for Felore. She was a young night-elf, and was learning to ride a hippogriff and become an archer. As she awoke on a cold Monday morning, she felt herself shudder violently against the winter air. "Felore!" her mother yelled, thumping on the old oak door, "Felore! Get up off your lazy rear and get into your armour! The huntress' have agreed to take you hunting with them so you better be thankful!" Felore sighed and rolled over. Another of her mother's grand schemes to get her trained and into her own house before the next fall - at least it was better than the last! In summer, her mother had attempted to marry her to a handsome young hunter from the tribe across the river. Though, despite his to-die-for smile and excellent hunting skills, Felore saw him as nothing but an annoying, immature idiot who seemed to believe he was god's gift to every she-elf in the area. "Felore!" her mother yelled again, "hurry up, Mave is waiting to go with you!" With a heavy sigh, she climbed up from her bed and donned her armour. "Felore! Get up!" her mother yelled yet again, banging so hard on the door that the doorframe shook. "I'm up!" Felore yelled angrily, opening the door to reveal the angry face of her mother. "I've been calling for ten minutes!" she snapped, "go, now, and no breakfast!" Felore stepped outside and was greeted by her best friend, Mave. Mave looked very much like Felore, only at the time she was riding her black panther (Shadow Chaser) and wore her huntress armour. Felore gave a loud whistle and her hippogriff (Yla) came running, with something remarkably like a mouse clenched in her beak. The young she-elf mounted her steed and the two friends made their way to the riverbank, trotting briskly through the grass as they talked. "I wish my mum would shove off and find another husband," Felore said angrily, staring blankly at the sky above, "I mean, you think getting shot of my dad would stop her being so grumpy!" "I know how you feel," Mave smiled, "My dad's started going out again. Can you believe it took him five years to get over us leaving mum behind? She was a nasty old cow, anyway." Felore sniggered at the bravery of her friend. "I wonder what happened in the end," Mave said thoughtfully, "do you think the undead did win?" "Where'd you hear a silly thing like that?" Felore tried to chuckle, but her smile had completely faded. "Everyone's saying it. They all think the undead won in the end and all the Night-elves who stayed to fight either got killed or were." she gave a small gulp, ".made into the undead." "That's horrible!" "I know, but we'd better shut up about it now. We're nearly at the river, and you know what Tygra thinks of gossip." Slowly, the riverbank came into view. A clump of huntresses were standing around, all looking to their leader, a young Priestess of the moon named Tygra. She looked worried, and the strange thing was, she was standing on the water. "What's going on?" Mave cried as she and Felore approached the group. "Bad news, girls," Tygra shook her head with grief, "the river has frozen." ".So?" Felore tipped her head to one side, her face a picture of confusion. "What do you mean, so?" Tygra snapped, "don't you know what this means? Snow! It's going to snow, and all the ancients will die of cold, and we won't be able to hunt! Not only that, but the orcs, the humans and the undead can all get across the river and attack us!"
To be continued.
(I promise, promise, promise the next chapter will be longer!)