Chapter 4
It had been a long time since the Elves had seen any trouble. Everyone was getting ready for Kiarianos (Elvish Christmas). The small elf children were playing in the snow and the elders sitting lazily around their fire place. Laus, Braios and the other elves were walking in the snow in couples. Laus and Lorriana, Osirian and a newly arrived drow elven girl, named Staria, Urias was alone unfortunately and Braios and Aril. Braios and Aril had been going steady ever since Urias was attacked; Laus and Lorriana had been very close for a long time (it just didn't look like it); Osirian and Staria had just met a few weeks ago when the drow girl was found attacked by the creatures. Urias was hopeless, because he was too perverted and childish. Back to the story; our happy couples and Urias were walking peacefully side by side, stealing a kiss every once and awhile. Urias announced that he was going to go throw snowballs at innocent bystanders, and they all rolled their eyes and chuckled. Laus decided that they should stand by their friend and so they all had a snowball fight. This really ruined their bear fur jackets and deer skin gloves, all except the dragon hide boots (which they got from dragons that attacked their city from time to time; really expensive too).
They all returned to the palace to dry off, laughing and not caring that they were soaking wet. They changed and decided to stay inside, in suitable clothes.
"What are we going to do?" asked Braios. This puzzled them for a long time. Fajina came in to the room to announce dinner.
They all went down to the dining hall where they were joined by elderly elves, dressed in long white robes and with long white hair (I found out elves don't have beards). They all went to see Caius to see what was going on, because the elders only came to the castle in time of advice. The last time they were here was after Urias was ambushed. They decided that no elf who is unguided by a palace guard can leave the city walls that will be built and that they will wait and see if the creatures will attack again. This new meeting was totally unexpected, nothing bad had happen. Or had there been a new attack on an elf?
Knock, Knock, Knock! The council came to order.
"My dear and noble advisors." began Caius. "I have summoned you all here to discuss the matter at hand. As you all know the dwarf mines have been seized by the enemy. This was found outside the city walls a few days ago." the elven king raised the banner of the city (an eagle holding a flower in its beak and a sword and shield in its powerful claws) along with the banner of the dwarves (an axe crossed with a pick axe), all ripped and torn. There was a silenced whisper among the elders. The young elves left trying to put their king's words out of their head.
"This is horrible!" exclaimed Staria. "With the dwarves' mines under their control those things could harvest mythril, not to mention all the dwarves they would kill."
"I wonder if those things will try anything at the ceremony tonight?" asked Urias looking puzzled.
"We better bring our weapons and be on high alert." ordered Laus. Lorriana chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"You really are your father's son." she said calmly looking at Laus, who was blushing.
They all laughed. "Ok, Ok." Laus said. "Very cute; now let's go change for the occasion." they all nodded and went to their rooms to change.
A huge crowd was assembled in the center of the city were a giant tree stood. It had leaves like an oak but they were still green in the middle of winter. Guards surrounded the perimeter of anxious elves, trying to look serious. In the tree was Caius and his two brothers, Caios and Lorrius, they were all looking at the crowd around the magnificent tree. During Kiarianos, which lasted a week all the elves had to lay gifts from their house under the tree so they would be blessed with the powers of good. On the final night each elf gathered around the tree and collected his six belongings when called; this brought good fortune to the elf's house and family. And it always snowed during this holiday, so everything was covered by snow, and this year was no different; it had snowed for six days straight and it wasn't stopping yet (it always stopped exactly at midnight). All the elves were conversing about numerous things waiting for the ceremony to start.
The murmur of the crowd ended when a large explosion overhead blinded the elves with amazing multicolored rays that surrounded the tree. The rulers of the elves were supposed to sit in the tree so that they were blessed and could rule their race gracefully. The rays disappeared in a flash and everyone started cheering and applauding. The elves were called one by one by the tree; when it selected a bundle of ten items a beam of light shot from its enchanted branches on the objects signaling that elf should come forth and collect his blessed belongings. The entire ceremony lasted for the entire night and enhanced the elf's magic when he stood under the trees rays, so if you trained yourself right your magic would increase every yearl; if you didn't use your magic it would just make you feel extremely refreshed. The young elves came and collected their belongings feeling better than ever their trained magic was now stronger than ever. After they all went they patrolled through the crowd for any danger. The ceremony was now over and all the elves were returning to their comfy dwellings.
"So what did the council decide father?" asked Laus, joining his father.
Caius sighed. "We have no choice but to help the dwarfs. They would do the same for us."
"So when do we attack?" asked an anxious Urias.
"Don't be so exited." snapped Lorriana.
"She's right." agreed Braios. "We can't underestimate them."
"We need some serious magic as well." added Osirian.
"Yes." agreed Staria. "Those mines are going to be as dark as the night without moon and starts."
"Plus we need to include the fact that those things might of harvested mythril." said Aril, looking concerned at all these remarks.
"And you know how those things almost ripped through Caius's mythril coat." added Laus looking at his careless friend.
King Caius looked at them all, analyzing the facts. "You have chosen your friends well, my son." they all smiled. "If the creatures did harvest mythril, our weapons are still stronger then the metal thanks to the ceremony." They all nodded with a smile on their face. This moment of joy was immediately erased by a guard running towards them.
"Sire!" the guard said pausing for breath. "Th-they're coming. We saw them at least two thousand of them, flying this way." They all knew what was coming; Osirian activated everyone's mythril armor, including Staria's and Aril's who were now trained to fight as well as their comrades. Braios had his usual armor and sword which were now joined by a shield; made of mythril and with the same designs. They all had this combo of weapons: all made of mythril. They all gasped in amazement.
"A little something Osirian and I have been working on." said Braios. They all nodded a smile on their young, elven faces. They lowered their visors and were of to the city walls to aid in the battle for their city.
It had been a long time since the Elves had seen any trouble. Everyone was getting ready for Kiarianos (Elvish Christmas). The small elf children were playing in the snow and the elders sitting lazily around their fire place. Laus, Braios and the other elves were walking in the snow in couples. Laus and Lorriana, Osirian and a newly arrived drow elven girl, named Staria, Urias was alone unfortunately and Braios and Aril. Braios and Aril had been going steady ever since Urias was attacked; Laus and Lorriana had been very close for a long time (it just didn't look like it); Osirian and Staria had just met a few weeks ago when the drow girl was found attacked by the creatures. Urias was hopeless, because he was too perverted and childish. Back to the story; our happy couples and Urias were walking peacefully side by side, stealing a kiss every once and awhile. Urias announced that he was going to go throw snowballs at innocent bystanders, and they all rolled their eyes and chuckled. Laus decided that they should stand by their friend and so they all had a snowball fight. This really ruined their bear fur jackets and deer skin gloves, all except the dragon hide boots (which they got from dragons that attacked their city from time to time; really expensive too).
They all returned to the palace to dry off, laughing and not caring that they were soaking wet. They changed and decided to stay inside, in suitable clothes.
"What are we going to do?" asked Braios. This puzzled them for a long time. Fajina came in to the room to announce dinner.
They all went down to the dining hall where they were joined by elderly elves, dressed in long white robes and with long white hair (I found out elves don't have beards). They all went to see Caius to see what was going on, because the elders only came to the castle in time of advice. The last time they were here was after Urias was ambushed. They decided that no elf who is unguided by a palace guard can leave the city walls that will be built and that they will wait and see if the creatures will attack again. This new meeting was totally unexpected, nothing bad had happen. Or had there been a new attack on an elf?
Knock, Knock, Knock! The council came to order.
"My dear and noble advisors." began Caius. "I have summoned you all here to discuss the matter at hand. As you all know the dwarf mines have been seized by the enemy. This was found outside the city walls a few days ago." the elven king raised the banner of the city (an eagle holding a flower in its beak and a sword and shield in its powerful claws) along with the banner of the dwarves (an axe crossed with a pick axe), all ripped and torn. There was a silenced whisper among the elders. The young elves left trying to put their king's words out of their head.
"This is horrible!" exclaimed Staria. "With the dwarves' mines under their control those things could harvest mythril, not to mention all the dwarves they would kill."
"I wonder if those things will try anything at the ceremony tonight?" asked Urias looking puzzled.
"We better bring our weapons and be on high alert." ordered Laus. Lorriana chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"You really are your father's son." she said calmly looking at Laus, who was blushing.
They all laughed. "Ok, Ok." Laus said. "Very cute; now let's go change for the occasion." they all nodded and went to their rooms to change.
A huge crowd was assembled in the center of the city were a giant tree stood. It had leaves like an oak but they were still green in the middle of winter. Guards surrounded the perimeter of anxious elves, trying to look serious. In the tree was Caius and his two brothers, Caios and Lorrius, they were all looking at the crowd around the magnificent tree. During Kiarianos, which lasted a week all the elves had to lay gifts from their house under the tree so they would be blessed with the powers of good. On the final night each elf gathered around the tree and collected his six belongings when called; this brought good fortune to the elf's house and family. And it always snowed during this holiday, so everything was covered by snow, and this year was no different; it had snowed for six days straight and it wasn't stopping yet (it always stopped exactly at midnight). All the elves were conversing about numerous things waiting for the ceremony to start.
The murmur of the crowd ended when a large explosion overhead blinded the elves with amazing multicolored rays that surrounded the tree. The rulers of the elves were supposed to sit in the tree so that they were blessed and could rule their race gracefully. The rays disappeared in a flash and everyone started cheering and applauding. The elves were called one by one by the tree; when it selected a bundle of ten items a beam of light shot from its enchanted branches on the objects signaling that elf should come forth and collect his blessed belongings. The entire ceremony lasted for the entire night and enhanced the elf's magic when he stood under the trees rays, so if you trained yourself right your magic would increase every yearl; if you didn't use your magic it would just make you feel extremely refreshed. The young elves came and collected their belongings feeling better than ever their trained magic was now stronger than ever. After they all went they patrolled through the crowd for any danger. The ceremony was now over and all the elves were returning to their comfy dwellings.
"So what did the council decide father?" asked Laus, joining his father.
Caius sighed. "We have no choice but to help the dwarfs. They would do the same for us."
"So when do we attack?" asked an anxious Urias.
"Don't be so exited." snapped Lorriana.
"She's right." agreed Braios. "We can't underestimate them."
"We need some serious magic as well." added Osirian.
"Yes." agreed Staria. "Those mines are going to be as dark as the night without moon and starts."
"Plus we need to include the fact that those things might of harvested mythril." said Aril, looking concerned at all these remarks.
"And you know how those things almost ripped through Caius's mythril coat." added Laus looking at his careless friend.
King Caius looked at them all, analyzing the facts. "You have chosen your friends well, my son." they all smiled. "If the creatures did harvest mythril, our weapons are still stronger then the metal thanks to the ceremony." They all nodded with a smile on their face. This moment of joy was immediately erased by a guard running towards them.
"Sire!" the guard said pausing for breath. "Th-they're coming. We saw them at least two thousand of them, flying this way." They all knew what was coming; Osirian activated everyone's mythril armor, including Staria's and Aril's who were now trained to fight as well as their comrades. Braios had his usual armor and sword which were now joined by a shield; made of mythril and with the same designs. They all had this combo of weapons: all made of mythril. They all gasped in amazement.
"A little something Osirian and I have been working on." said Braios. They all nodded a smile on their young, elven faces. They lowered their visors and were of to the city walls to aid in the battle for their city.