Chapter 8
It had been almost a week since the young elven heroes had returned from their adventures in the mines of Miaria. The dwarves dubbed them lords of Miaria and gave them all gifts in return for their services. Laus received mythril helmet, Braios received a spear, with an aluminum handle (as in the long pole like part) with a mythril head (that had hooks on both sides). Staria received a magnificent black gown; Osirian received a pouch of blue dust, which was supposed to cast invisibility on the person it was used on. Urias received a double headed axe (normally this would be too heavy for a normal person to hold, but Urias had amazing strength); Lorriana an orb that looked like an eye, and with it she could tap into unseen forces and see what was going on in other parts of the world. Aril received a golden crown, lined with silver and it had many diamonds of all types in it. Since their return the elven army of Vianox was preparing to invade the creatures that attacked their homelands. The dwarfs of course were helping, supplying a large number of foot soldiers, 1000 to be exact. The elves had about 1000 foot soldiers and 900 archers, which would fight in this final battle.
The young elves were now practicing magic, at the range they often went to. Osirian and Staria were trying to teach them how to manipulate the obliterating waves they had mastered so well. They were practicing on the marble dummies; all the untrained elves could do was slightly cracking the dummies from time to time. It wasn't their fault it just needed a lot of practice; it took Osirian about a year to master this technique and that was an all time record. Finally towards the end of the week Urias was able to break the lifeless targets into small pieces. It was still so cold; everything was still asleep, awaiting spring. The range was usually completely empty with the exception of the young elves. For one reason it was so cold your teeth would crack and second the elves were afraid of being ambushed by the evil Intunerici. Few elves left the city's boundary lines; elven men would go in parties to collect wood, so they would not be attacked. Of course Laus and his friends had dealt with thousands of the creatures, not even a goblin would be as stupid as to attack them.
Another month passed and it was now February, the elves were still going to the range every morning to practice different techniques and challenge each other. Braios and Laus were tied at this event; so naturally the only way to settle it would be for them to fight each other. Braios armored himself from head to toe, as did Laus with his dwarf made helmet. They drew their swords, and were now standing in a defensive stance, shields in front of them. The battle began in a heart beat, the two magnificent warriors rushed sprinted towards each other their swords clashing. Braios attacked first, but Laus defended with his own sword; Braios jumped back and rushed in again, Laus blocked with his shield this time and thrusted his sword at Braios, who spun around blocked the blow with his sword and used his shield to knock Laus off balance. Laus performed a cartwheel to regain balance; they returned to their defensive position, shields in front. Now Laus attacked using his shield to push Braios off balance; Braios jumped to the side and slashed to his right as hard and as fast as he could. Blood stained the snow Laus fell face first in the snow but quickly got up, the pain was enormous the frost added to the limpness in his mind and nerves. Braios' sword was coming to meet him; the elven prince knocked the sword away and attempted to knock his opponent of balance using his foot. Braios performed a backwards cartwheel to remain balanced; Laus rushed at him again slicing from side to side. This continued for about a minute then Braios knocked his friend's sword out of the way and stabbed Laus in the stomach; Laus was in so much pain he wished he would just die and get it over with. Something was shining in the snow and then was covered by blood. his blood. He looked up and saw Braios' open chest; he attempted to stab him in the chest but got his stomach instead. The shock came first worse than the pain; how did this happen he had let his guard down. The pain was piecing the elf's body his arms and knees were trembling; still had one last chance, he drew the sword from his dying friend and put it next to his throat.
"Y-y-yooou w-win." Said Laus falling to his side the cold frosty snow would have stung his face so hard he would have jumped to his feet. Today he didn't feel this small insignificant pain; Braios fell on his back attempting to concentrate. His body glowed and his wound started healing, he rose in a sitting position, in front of him the limp body of his comrade started to glow and he jumped to his feet, the wound healed. Laus cheeks exploded when his wound was healed and he regained full conciseness. He helped Braios get up and they all went back to the city to rest.
The next day all the troops, elves and dwarves were assembled in the city. Lorriana was using her orb to draw a map of the landscape around the creatures' home land; barren waste land would have been more precise. They set up a plan to set up the archers on the giant boulders, for better accuracy. They marched for about a day, stopping for rest; the next day they reached the deserted place, and everyone got into position without a problem. The creatures were assembled around a huge mountain, and were feasting at the moment on what looked like a troll.
"This is the mountain of the orcs." observed Caios, who had fought the orcs in a previous war. That explained the troll; many rotting corpses of orcs and goblins lay on the dead field in front of the mountain fortress.
Suddenly an Intunerici turned its head around and saw the mass of enemies; it gave a loud shrill shriek that froze the very marrow in your bones and made your spine tingle. Its comrades started shrieking as well; the sky darkened, showing that these creatures had some magic of their own. The dark creatures took flight and started firing arrows at the elves; Lorriana used her powers too stop the arrows and shoot them back at the creatures. More creatures started flying towards the army of elves and dwarves and were instantly shot down by the archers. Laus, Braios and their friends were on horseback, but they aided the archers either way; Osirian had put a spell on all their weapons, making them come back incase they lost them somehow. Urias hurled his double headed axe at the swarm of angry creatures; the weapon acted like a boomerang and returned to it's master's hand. The arrows fired earlier returned to their quiver, to be fired again. The creatures had now broken through past the mass of arrows and were battling the foot soldiers. The dwarves and elves battled fiercely; a mass of the creatures' black ooze was all over the battle field in a few moments. Lorriana and Staria climbed to where the archers were stationed to help out. Lorriana would stop any arrows and Staria was obliterating the creatures. Laus, Braios, Urias, Osirian and Caius and his brothers were in the middle of the battle, killing the creatures as they came to attack. Lorrius was probably the fiercest one; killing any creature in sight. Braios' horse was struck down and he'd now had to fight on foot; the creatures would have wished they had never killed the horse. First of all Braios loved his horse like a brother and second of all he was better on foot than on horse back. He started sprinting through the lines of enemies cutting them in half; soon he was completely surrounded. Laus tried to get to him but had to fight his way through the mass of creatures on top of him; suddenly the pile exploded limbs of Intunerici went flying every where. Braios' armor now had spikes the length of your leg; his power to manipulate mythril sure came in handy that time. The elf was covered in the ooze he got up and started chopping the enemies like onions; only they were the ones crying. Laus was fighting fiercely as well; wherever he found an injured soldier he would fight his way through and try to heal him. The dwarves had to be the most robust creatures in the world; they were only up to the waist of one of the creatures but that didn't stop them from deteriorate the enemies' numbers.
Urias was helping at the rear; the creatures were now surrounding the foot soldiers from both sides. He and Osirian rushed there to help the soldiers; here the battle wasn't going well. Many elf and dwarf bodies lay at the clawed feet of the creatures; Ginghy was completely surrounded when they got to him. The two elves helped push back the Intunerici, slicing through and helping any outnumbered soldier; soldiers from the front that had not gotten a through to the Intunerici were now running to the rear, their cries striking terrors into the misfortunate creatures. The rear was now almost secure the creatures had killed many but had lost all their lives in return. The soldiers now rushed to aid the front; those that noticed went to help the archers.
Here the battle was by far the worst; the creatures had gotten to the archers and were now killing them. The archers did all they could but were surrounded from the back, the front and the air. Many were killed by the giant claws or thrown off to be devoured by the hungry Intunerici. Laus was now thrown off his horse as well and went to fight the archers, being quickly followed by Braios. Aril was still helping in the front section; an arrow pierced her chest, breaking only the armor; she pulled it out and concentrated. The forest around the battle field aroused in howls; thousands of wolves rushed in attacking the creatures that had killed their masters (the orcs). The elves and dwarves cheered their usual enemies and were now fighting with a greater moral. Laus arrived on the cliff were the archers were once settled; about 400 of them were still alive and fighting with all their heart. Laus got ready to sprint, but was beaten to the punch by Braios who rushed past him and started chopping these foes as he did the others. Something was very different about the elf now, something only his closest friends had ever seen. Braios was furious; his eyes were now and his teeth clenched tight. He was yelling and bellowing when he was fighting; he conjured his spear and started killing the airborne foes. Laus was now launching as many arrows as he could at the nearest creature, while Staria was launching hundreds of huge obliterating waves at the Intunerici.
The king of Vianox was still on horse back he pulled back for a second to catch his breath, a few wolves ran past him. He launched himself back into battle his sword, shield and armor were now almost black from the black ooze. About ten creatures flew at him and knocked him of his horse; they were all over him and were now stabbing him trying to get to his flesh. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and was slowly being punctured by more sharp claws and teeth. Caius was slowly loosing consciousness, his life flashing before him; his noble blood was spilling all over. Two swords and a lance were now killing the fiends that were killing the king, a third sword came in and a few arrows. Laus bent over him and touched his wound, the warm, red liquid pouring over his fingers; Lorrius, Caios and Braios were looking down at their king. More creatures came and were immediately dispensed of; the king of the elves suddenly regained consciousness and jumped to his feet. The wolves were now howling over the corpses they had killed and lost, they returned to their forest, leaving the battle in the hands of their former hated enemies. The elves and dwarves were pushing the creatures back to the sharp rocks of their own home, stepping over their brave fallen comrades. Not one soldier remained alive without a wound, except perhaps Laus and his group of great elven heroes. The last couple of Intunerici attempted to retreat and were shot down by the elven archers. The soldiers were cheering over their hard won victory, when a dark terrifying roar broke the silence. This was unlike anything they had heard before; most of them were knocked down by the earsplitting sound waves.
"Defensive positions! Defensive positions!" yelled the elven generals. The soldiers all obeyed and took a defensive stance. Laus concentrated and healed all of them; some that were fatally injured and had stayed down waiting to die now got up and rejoined their comrades. Another terrifying roar broke the silence making boulders fall of the mountain; the soldiers stayed on their feet.
'Arrows out, everyone.' ordered Laus, to his friend. Braios reinforced them with mythril, now that he had regained his calmness. A large cave opening blew out a large amount of hot air and bones with it; the entrance burst open and a giant creature flew out, landing behind the line of soldiers. It was huge; about the size of two dragons, its back was covered in huge spikes, and it had claws the length of five horses, as were its fangs. It let another roar that knocked the soldiers clear off their feet. A swarm of arrows were launched at the creature, creating an annoying amount of pain to this giant. Osirian already had a spell ready and let go of it just before the creature roared; the devastating spell missed and hit the creature in its right leg. It howled in pain and rushed at the soldiers; the terrified troops scattered and the creature crushed a few before it was hit in the back of the head by many arrows.
Braios was now running as fast as he could at the creature, he jumped and stuck his lance in the things neck and it went about half way through. The creature had never faced such a dangerous little foe or so much pain. Laus was now firing away, hitting behind the ears and any other soft spot he could find; he still couldn't see the eyes. Osirian was trying to think of something that would kill the creature; he didn't have enough energy left for another spell like the last one. He made up his mind and pulled out three dragon skins; they were longer than the one he had used before and they glowed a fiery red.
"Draconis!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Three huge red dragons appeared on the scene. 'Attack it!' the drow thought; and the dragons obeyed they rose high into the air and blew fire all over the creature that was twice their size and ten times as fierce. The creature was getting very annoyed; these little creatures had stung it and now these red things were burning it.
It rose on its hind feet; Braios' hooked spear was still deep in its neck along with its master. The elf had to think of something to kill this thing; there was only one way. He concentrated large mythril spikes pointed skyward rose from his armor; he know concentrated on his spear's mythril tip. The spear skyrocketed through the giant's neck dragging the spiked Braios with it; it came out on the other side, leaving a huge gap in the thick neck. Braios landed on his back; he looked up to see two dragons toasting the creature. On the ground a third dragon was being killed by the creatures giant claws; now arose a new problem the dying. whatever it was collapsing. Crap! Thought Braios he quickly got up and started running away from the creature. Boom! The body fell to the ground and the soldiers were propelled upward by the incredible force. The dragons were now feasting on their kill.
Thousands of cheers and howls broke out around the battle field. No one had ever had time to look at this victory's consequences. So many dwarf, elf, wolf and Intunerici bodies lay everywhere. Laus, Braios, Osirian, Urias, Staria, Aril, and Lorriana met in the middle of the great battle field, hugging and congratulating each other. Caius met with his brother Lorrius; they found Caios' body next to huge piles of Intunerici. They held many honorary elf and dwarf funerals; Ginghy had made it out alright and was now talking about the courage of their combined armies. The elves had lost 547 archers and 470 foot soldiers; the dwarfs had lost 678 soldiers.
Everyone in Vianox and Miaria were mourning their losses, but were soon cheered up by the feasts held in honor of the soldiers and in name of their victory. The war was finally over and everyone could rest at ease.
Author's note:
The elves of Vianox were never plagued by the Intunerici again and were all able to return to their humble everyday lives once the war was done.
King Caius lived to see a great prosperous kingdom and a magnificent son and daughter in-law. Yes, Laus married Lorriana shortly after the war was won and they had two daughters and a son; Braios married Aril and Braios became the prince of the high elves and they had two sons. Osirian married Staria and had three daughters and three sons and Urias found his mate in life (named Ukiasa) and they had a daughter. Lorrius married Fajina and they had four sons and two daughters.
And sorry about the whole paragraph misshape I don't know what happened to my word thingy.
It had been almost a week since the young elven heroes had returned from their adventures in the mines of Miaria. The dwarves dubbed them lords of Miaria and gave them all gifts in return for their services. Laus received mythril helmet, Braios received a spear, with an aluminum handle (as in the long pole like part) with a mythril head (that had hooks on both sides). Staria received a magnificent black gown; Osirian received a pouch of blue dust, which was supposed to cast invisibility on the person it was used on. Urias received a double headed axe (normally this would be too heavy for a normal person to hold, but Urias had amazing strength); Lorriana an orb that looked like an eye, and with it she could tap into unseen forces and see what was going on in other parts of the world. Aril received a golden crown, lined with silver and it had many diamonds of all types in it. Since their return the elven army of Vianox was preparing to invade the creatures that attacked their homelands. The dwarfs of course were helping, supplying a large number of foot soldiers, 1000 to be exact. The elves had about 1000 foot soldiers and 900 archers, which would fight in this final battle.
The young elves were now practicing magic, at the range they often went to. Osirian and Staria were trying to teach them how to manipulate the obliterating waves they had mastered so well. They were practicing on the marble dummies; all the untrained elves could do was slightly cracking the dummies from time to time. It wasn't their fault it just needed a lot of practice; it took Osirian about a year to master this technique and that was an all time record. Finally towards the end of the week Urias was able to break the lifeless targets into small pieces. It was still so cold; everything was still asleep, awaiting spring. The range was usually completely empty with the exception of the young elves. For one reason it was so cold your teeth would crack and second the elves were afraid of being ambushed by the evil Intunerici. Few elves left the city's boundary lines; elven men would go in parties to collect wood, so they would not be attacked. Of course Laus and his friends had dealt with thousands of the creatures, not even a goblin would be as stupid as to attack them.
Another month passed and it was now February, the elves were still going to the range every morning to practice different techniques and challenge each other. Braios and Laus were tied at this event; so naturally the only way to settle it would be for them to fight each other. Braios armored himself from head to toe, as did Laus with his dwarf made helmet. They drew their swords, and were now standing in a defensive stance, shields in front of them. The battle began in a heart beat, the two magnificent warriors rushed sprinted towards each other their swords clashing. Braios attacked first, but Laus defended with his own sword; Braios jumped back and rushed in again, Laus blocked with his shield this time and thrusted his sword at Braios, who spun around blocked the blow with his sword and used his shield to knock Laus off balance. Laus performed a cartwheel to regain balance; they returned to their defensive position, shields in front. Now Laus attacked using his shield to push Braios off balance; Braios jumped to the side and slashed to his right as hard and as fast as he could. Blood stained the snow Laus fell face first in the snow but quickly got up, the pain was enormous the frost added to the limpness in his mind and nerves. Braios' sword was coming to meet him; the elven prince knocked the sword away and attempted to knock his opponent of balance using his foot. Braios performed a backwards cartwheel to remain balanced; Laus rushed at him again slicing from side to side. This continued for about a minute then Braios knocked his friend's sword out of the way and stabbed Laus in the stomach; Laus was in so much pain he wished he would just die and get it over with. Something was shining in the snow and then was covered by blood. his blood. He looked up and saw Braios' open chest; he attempted to stab him in the chest but got his stomach instead. The shock came first worse than the pain; how did this happen he had let his guard down. The pain was piecing the elf's body his arms and knees were trembling; still had one last chance, he drew the sword from his dying friend and put it next to his throat.
"Y-y-yooou w-win." Said Laus falling to his side the cold frosty snow would have stung his face so hard he would have jumped to his feet. Today he didn't feel this small insignificant pain; Braios fell on his back attempting to concentrate. His body glowed and his wound started healing, he rose in a sitting position, in front of him the limp body of his comrade started to glow and he jumped to his feet, the wound healed. Laus cheeks exploded when his wound was healed and he regained full conciseness. He helped Braios get up and they all went back to the city to rest.
The next day all the troops, elves and dwarves were assembled in the city. Lorriana was using her orb to draw a map of the landscape around the creatures' home land; barren waste land would have been more precise. They set up a plan to set up the archers on the giant boulders, for better accuracy. They marched for about a day, stopping for rest; the next day they reached the deserted place, and everyone got into position without a problem. The creatures were assembled around a huge mountain, and were feasting at the moment on what looked like a troll.
"This is the mountain of the orcs." observed Caios, who had fought the orcs in a previous war. That explained the troll; many rotting corpses of orcs and goblins lay on the dead field in front of the mountain fortress.
Suddenly an Intunerici turned its head around and saw the mass of enemies; it gave a loud shrill shriek that froze the very marrow in your bones and made your spine tingle. Its comrades started shrieking as well; the sky darkened, showing that these creatures had some magic of their own. The dark creatures took flight and started firing arrows at the elves; Lorriana used her powers too stop the arrows and shoot them back at the creatures. More creatures started flying towards the army of elves and dwarves and were instantly shot down by the archers. Laus, Braios and their friends were on horseback, but they aided the archers either way; Osirian had put a spell on all their weapons, making them come back incase they lost them somehow. Urias hurled his double headed axe at the swarm of angry creatures; the weapon acted like a boomerang and returned to it's master's hand. The arrows fired earlier returned to their quiver, to be fired again. The creatures had now broken through past the mass of arrows and were battling the foot soldiers. The dwarves and elves battled fiercely; a mass of the creatures' black ooze was all over the battle field in a few moments. Lorriana and Staria climbed to where the archers were stationed to help out. Lorriana would stop any arrows and Staria was obliterating the creatures. Laus, Braios, Urias, Osirian and Caius and his brothers were in the middle of the battle, killing the creatures as they came to attack. Lorrius was probably the fiercest one; killing any creature in sight. Braios' horse was struck down and he'd now had to fight on foot; the creatures would have wished they had never killed the horse. First of all Braios loved his horse like a brother and second of all he was better on foot than on horse back. He started sprinting through the lines of enemies cutting them in half; soon he was completely surrounded. Laus tried to get to him but had to fight his way through the mass of creatures on top of him; suddenly the pile exploded limbs of Intunerici went flying every where. Braios' armor now had spikes the length of your leg; his power to manipulate mythril sure came in handy that time. The elf was covered in the ooze he got up and started chopping the enemies like onions; only they were the ones crying. Laus was fighting fiercely as well; wherever he found an injured soldier he would fight his way through and try to heal him. The dwarves had to be the most robust creatures in the world; they were only up to the waist of one of the creatures but that didn't stop them from deteriorate the enemies' numbers.
Urias was helping at the rear; the creatures were now surrounding the foot soldiers from both sides. He and Osirian rushed there to help the soldiers; here the battle wasn't going well. Many elf and dwarf bodies lay at the clawed feet of the creatures; Ginghy was completely surrounded when they got to him. The two elves helped push back the Intunerici, slicing through and helping any outnumbered soldier; soldiers from the front that had not gotten a through to the Intunerici were now running to the rear, their cries striking terrors into the misfortunate creatures. The rear was now almost secure the creatures had killed many but had lost all their lives in return. The soldiers now rushed to aid the front; those that noticed went to help the archers.
Here the battle was by far the worst; the creatures had gotten to the archers and were now killing them. The archers did all they could but were surrounded from the back, the front and the air. Many were killed by the giant claws or thrown off to be devoured by the hungry Intunerici. Laus was now thrown off his horse as well and went to fight the archers, being quickly followed by Braios. Aril was still helping in the front section; an arrow pierced her chest, breaking only the armor; she pulled it out and concentrated. The forest around the battle field aroused in howls; thousands of wolves rushed in attacking the creatures that had killed their masters (the orcs). The elves and dwarves cheered their usual enemies and were now fighting with a greater moral. Laus arrived on the cliff were the archers were once settled; about 400 of them were still alive and fighting with all their heart. Laus got ready to sprint, but was beaten to the punch by Braios who rushed past him and started chopping these foes as he did the others. Something was very different about the elf now, something only his closest friends had ever seen. Braios was furious; his eyes were now and his teeth clenched tight. He was yelling and bellowing when he was fighting; he conjured his spear and started killing the airborne foes. Laus was now launching as many arrows as he could at the nearest creature, while Staria was launching hundreds of huge obliterating waves at the Intunerici.
The king of Vianox was still on horse back he pulled back for a second to catch his breath, a few wolves ran past him. He launched himself back into battle his sword, shield and armor were now almost black from the black ooze. About ten creatures flew at him and knocked him of his horse; they were all over him and were now stabbing him trying to get to his flesh. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and was slowly being punctured by more sharp claws and teeth. Caius was slowly loosing consciousness, his life flashing before him; his noble blood was spilling all over. Two swords and a lance were now killing the fiends that were killing the king, a third sword came in and a few arrows. Laus bent over him and touched his wound, the warm, red liquid pouring over his fingers; Lorrius, Caios and Braios were looking down at their king. More creatures came and were immediately dispensed of; the king of the elves suddenly regained consciousness and jumped to his feet. The wolves were now howling over the corpses they had killed and lost, they returned to their forest, leaving the battle in the hands of their former hated enemies. The elves and dwarves were pushing the creatures back to the sharp rocks of their own home, stepping over their brave fallen comrades. Not one soldier remained alive without a wound, except perhaps Laus and his group of great elven heroes. The last couple of Intunerici attempted to retreat and were shot down by the elven archers. The soldiers were cheering over their hard won victory, when a dark terrifying roar broke the silence. This was unlike anything they had heard before; most of them were knocked down by the earsplitting sound waves.
"Defensive positions! Defensive positions!" yelled the elven generals. The soldiers all obeyed and took a defensive stance. Laus concentrated and healed all of them; some that were fatally injured and had stayed down waiting to die now got up and rejoined their comrades. Another terrifying roar broke the silence making boulders fall of the mountain; the soldiers stayed on their feet.
'Arrows out, everyone.' ordered Laus, to his friend. Braios reinforced them with mythril, now that he had regained his calmness. A large cave opening blew out a large amount of hot air and bones with it; the entrance burst open and a giant creature flew out, landing behind the line of soldiers. It was huge; about the size of two dragons, its back was covered in huge spikes, and it had claws the length of five horses, as were its fangs. It let another roar that knocked the soldiers clear off their feet. A swarm of arrows were launched at the creature, creating an annoying amount of pain to this giant. Osirian already had a spell ready and let go of it just before the creature roared; the devastating spell missed and hit the creature in its right leg. It howled in pain and rushed at the soldiers; the terrified troops scattered and the creature crushed a few before it was hit in the back of the head by many arrows.
Braios was now running as fast as he could at the creature, he jumped and stuck his lance in the things neck and it went about half way through. The creature had never faced such a dangerous little foe or so much pain. Laus was now firing away, hitting behind the ears and any other soft spot he could find; he still couldn't see the eyes. Osirian was trying to think of something that would kill the creature; he didn't have enough energy left for another spell like the last one. He made up his mind and pulled out three dragon skins; they were longer than the one he had used before and they glowed a fiery red.
"Draconis!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Three huge red dragons appeared on the scene. 'Attack it!' the drow thought; and the dragons obeyed they rose high into the air and blew fire all over the creature that was twice their size and ten times as fierce. The creature was getting very annoyed; these little creatures had stung it and now these red things were burning it.
It rose on its hind feet; Braios' hooked spear was still deep in its neck along with its master. The elf had to think of something to kill this thing; there was only one way. He concentrated large mythril spikes pointed skyward rose from his armor; he know concentrated on his spear's mythril tip. The spear skyrocketed through the giant's neck dragging the spiked Braios with it; it came out on the other side, leaving a huge gap in the thick neck. Braios landed on his back; he looked up to see two dragons toasting the creature. On the ground a third dragon was being killed by the creatures giant claws; now arose a new problem the dying. whatever it was collapsing. Crap! Thought Braios he quickly got up and started running away from the creature. Boom! The body fell to the ground and the soldiers were propelled upward by the incredible force. The dragons were now feasting on their kill.
Thousands of cheers and howls broke out around the battle field. No one had ever had time to look at this victory's consequences. So many dwarf, elf, wolf and Intunerici bodies lay everywhere. Laus, Braios, Osirian, Urias, Staria, Aril, and Lorriana met in the middle of the great battle field, hugging and congratulating each other. Caius met with his brother Lorrius; they found Caios' body next to huge piles of Intunerici. They held many honorary elf and dwarf funerals; Ginghy had made it out alright and was now talking about the courage of their combined armies. The elves had lost 547 archers and 470 foot soldiers; the dwarfs had lost 678 soldiers.
Everyone in Vianox and Miaria were mourning their losses, but were soon cheered up by the feasts held in honor of the soldiers and in name of their victory. The war was finally over and everyone could rest at ease.
Author's note:
The elves of Vianox were never plagued by the Intunerici again and were all able to return to their humble everyday lives once the war was done.
King Caius lived to see a great prosperous kingdom and a magnificent son and daughter in-law. Yes, Laus married Lorriana shortly after the war was won and they had two daughters and a son; Braios married Aril and Braios became the prince of the high elves and they had two sons. Osirian married Staria and had three daughters and three sons and Urias found his mate in life (named Ukiasa) and they had a daughter. Lorrius married Fajina and they had four sons and two daughters.
And sorry about the whole paragraph misshape I don't know what happened to my word thingy.