A.N: Ok, this is going to take a while to finish this whole story, but I
have most of the story done in my head. Hopefully everyone will enjoy this.
~Blair.
It was two days after Jeska had returned from her dangerous mission to spy on The Order that there was a huge meeting for all elves in Wirewood. All the elves met in a grand coliseum. On a plateau in the middle sat the ten High Elves, their king Efmari, his son Ronan, and in the middle sat no other, but Jeska. She was wearing a calm face, with her hair tied up behind her head, and a dress made from the finest silk.
"Hello to all!" yelled happily one of the High Elves once he saw that everyone had came, "I welcome you all here on this fine noon. We have some grave things to discuss, which all came to us from our savior, our Queen, Jeska!"
Obviously the High Elves were expecting applause, but all there was, was silence. All the High Elves look to Jeska, but she didn't look at them back. The only person who was not surprised but what happened next was Ronan and the King.
All of a sudden millions of lights shot up to the sky and as they did Jeska commanded they look up (Ronan saw a smile on Jeska's face as they did). In the sky was a picture of millions of zombies were crowding around what everyone knew to be the new head of The Order (a human) Lord Hughnot. Then it went to the mountains where Hughnot was rallying orcs and goblins. Then they all saw a huge army of soldiers, orcs, goblins, what looked to be zombie Avens, and other kinds of zombies marching and destroying everything in their path. "You now see what we are up against?" asked Jeska breaking a horrible silence, "We had a small chance against the army of just Avens and Humans, but now there are the un-dead and mountain dwellers we will surely die," at this all the elves looked horrified.
"I'm very sorry, but it is the truth. If you do not listen what I have to say, then leave now! Just remember what I have done in my life." Continued Jeska.
"Like how you were Phage and never stopped killing people, or how you were Karona and killed millions?" asked a quite short elf yelling at the top of his longs "Or should we remember how you abandoned us?" after he was done there was a quiet murmur of agreement.
That was the last straw for Ronan. He could not believe his ears, he wanted so much to kill that elf that it felt as though fire was starting to burn him alive. Then came screams. Horrible screams as the Elf was being cremated alive.
"Ronan! No!" shouted Jeska and then the Elf's flesh returned as if nothing happened. There were screams, people wanted to find an exit as soon as possible.
"SIT DOWN!" commanded Ronan, "LISTEN TO WHAT MY SELF AND JESKA HAVE TO SAY OR ALL OF YOU WILL BE NEXT!" Even though he, his father, and Jeska knew he probably could not do that again, the other did not, so they sat down.
"Thank you, and now I will tell you all the good Jeska has done," continued Ronan, "She has been cut by the Mirari sword two different times and lived! She became a Plainswalker in the second time being hit by the Mirari sword! She returned our skin to normal, and last but not least she is the best mother anyone could ask for!" When Ronan finished there was a loud applause.
"Thank, my son," said Jeska taking over, "but you may not think I am the best mother after what you hear now. While spying on The Order I found out about a prophecy about a Half-Elf that could rule over Otaria without being corrupt. Unfortunately that person is, well, you!"
Those words were what Ronan had been dreading his whole life to hear, for he also heard the prophecy, by means that he did not know. He wished that it had not been him his whole life, but now it was his time.
"Now Ronan you may wonder what this means of you," said the King, talking for the first time in the whole meeting," Well it means that you will have to seek out many people. Train with them and eventually defeat the enemy, but you must know all of us are with you, right?" asked the King. For the first time the whole stadium applauded, including the Elf who had been badly burnt. Ronan could not ask for more, or could he?
A.N: Well that turned out well. I hope everyone enjoyed that. ~Blair
It was two days after Jeska had returned from her dangerous mission to spy on The Order that there was a huge meeting for all elves in Wirewood. All the elves met in a grand coliseum. On a plateau in the middle sat the ten High Elves, their king Efmari, his son Ronan, and in the middle sat no other, but Jeska. She was wearing a calm face, with her hair tied up behind her head, and a dress made from the finest silk.
"Hello to all!" yelled happily one of the High Elves once he saw that everyone had came, "I welcome you all here on this fine noon. We have some grave things to discuss, which all came to us from our savior, our Queen, Jeska!"
Obviously the High Elves were expecting applause, but all there was, was silence. All the High Elves look to Jeska, but she didn't look at them back. The only person who was not surprised but what happened next was Ronan and the King.
All of a sudden millions of lights shot up to the sky and as they did Jeska commanded they look up (Ronan saw a smile on Jeska's face as they did). In the sky was a picture of millions of zombies were crowding around what everyone knew to be the new head of The Order (a human) Lord Hughnot. Then it went to the mountains where Hughnot was rallying orcs and goblins. Then they all saw a huge army of soldiers, orcs, goblins, what looked to be zombie Avens, and other kinds of zombies marching and destroying everything in their path. "You now see what we are up against?" asked Jeska breaking a horrible silence, "We had a small chance against the army of just Avens and Humans, but now there are the un-dead and mountain dwellers we will surely die," at this all the elves looked horrified.
"I'm very sorry, but it is the truth. If you do not listen what I have to say, then leave now! Just remember what I have done in my life." Continued Jeska.
"Like how you were Phage and never stopped killing people, or how you were Karona and killed millions?" asked a quite short elf yelling at the top of his longs "Or should we remember how you abandoned us?" after he was done there was a quiet murmur of agreement.
That was the last straw for Ronan. He could not believe his ears, he wanted so much to kill that elf that it felt as though fire was starting to burn him alive. Then came screams. Horrible screams as the Elf was being cremated alive.
"Ronan! No!" shouted Jeska and then the Elf's flesh returned as if nothing happened. There were screams, people wanted to find an exit as soon as possible.
"SIT DOWN!" commanded Ronan, "LISTEN TO WHAT MY SELF AND JESKA HAVE TO SAY OR ALL OF YOU WILL BE NEXT!" Even though he, his father, and Jeska knew he probably could not do that again, the other did not, so they sat down.
"Thank you, and now I will tell you all the good Jeska has done," continued Ronan, "She has been cut by the Mirari sword two different times and lived! She became a Plainswalker in the second time being hit by the Mirari sword! She returned our skin to normal, and last but not least she is the best mother anyone could ask for!" When Ronan finished there was a loud applause.
"Thank, my son," said Jeska taking over, "but you may not think I am the best mother after what you hear now. While spying on The Order I found out about a prophecy about a Half-Elf that could rule over Otaria without being corrupt. Unfortunately that person is, well, you!"
Those words were what Ronan had been dreading his whole life to hear, for he also heard the prophecy, by means that he did not know. He wished that it had not been him his whole life, but now it was his time.
"Now Ronan you may wonder what this means of you," said the King, talking for the first time in the whole meeting," Well it means that you will have to seek out many people. Train with them and eventually defeat the enemy, but you must know all of us are with you, right?" asked the King. For the first time the whole stadium applauded, including the Elf who had been badly burnt. Ronan could not ask for more, or could he?
A.N: Well that turned out well. I hope everyone enjoyed that. ~Blair
