As the warm sun streamed through the canopy of trees surrounding the city the sounds of a fierce battle could clearly be heard behind the city walls. The High-elf capital Goldenlief was under attack. Swords and shields clashed and spells and enchantments flew in every direction. Above all the commotion and chaos the enraged roar of a tiger echoed throughout the city and forest.
The Dro-elf slashed helplessly at the white tiger it was fighting, succeeding only in making it more furious than it already was. The tiger growled angrily and lunged at her prey. It's large paws knocked the elf to the ground, sending its sword flying in the other direction far from his reach. The tiger's claws sank deep in to the Dro's chest as it leaned closer, let lose another deafening roar, and caught its scrawny neck in her powerful jaws. The Dro elf screamed in agony and terror as blood gushed from its throat. Growing annoyed with the elf's pitiful squirming the tiger bit hard into the elf one last time and let it fall dead. Most tigers enjoy the taste of a fresh kill in their mouths but this one did not, this was not an ordinary tiger. This was the elven princess fighting in a battle her father commanded she stay away from.
The tiger form disappeared and was replaced by a high elf woman. Elentari searched the mayhem for her father. Even covered in the dirt and blood from the many small skirmishes she had taken part in that morning you could tell she was an extremely beautiful woman. Her hair was coal black and pulled back in a ponytail, she had emerald green eyes and her skin was slightly tan. Her body was well defined but the loose fitting garments she wore hid her body.
Elentari finally spotted her father across the body-strewn battlefield. The king was leaning against the side of a building and appeared to be bleeding badly. Elentari ran to him and dropped to her knees beside him. He was barely conscience and struggling to breathe. "Father what happened?"
At the sound of his daughter's voice the king's eyes flickered open, "Run. Get away from the city, I don't want you here."
"I will not just leave you here."
There's nothing you can do for me. This battle is over, the Dro have won. Leave now so you can live to fight another day. Build an army and regain your thrown, don't let the high elf empire die with you." Realizing there was no arguing with her father Elentari moved to stand up. "Before you leave I have one request. Find your brother, find Malachai."
"Father Malachai is dead." Elentari looked down at her father thinking the loss of blood had made him forget that his son had died.
"Find him, he..." before the king could finish his sentence he took one last staggering breath and died. Elentari stared blankly at the lifeless form that was once her father knowing that the questions running through her mind would probably never be answered. A fireball exploding into the side of a nearby building showering her with debris wrenched her from her thoughts.
Morphing in to a hawk Elentari flew into the forest and perched on a branch that extended over what was left of the city wall. She watched as the Dro elf leader approached her father's corpse, raised his sword high over his head and shouted something in a language she didn't understand. Anger flared inside Elentari and before she flew off she made a vow to the Dro leader using her telepathy. "You will not succeed with this. You will pay for the death of the king and the destruction of my city with your life and the lives of your men."
After Elentari finished her vow she took flight heading towards Riverwild, the city of the Wood elves. As she flew she thought about her father's last words. "How can I find a brother who's dead and if he is alive why has he been gone for so many years? What makes father so sure he wants to be found." Elentari was so preoccupied with her thoughts she didn't notice that a storm had blown in. Lightening flashed and temporarily blinded her, she didn't see the tree branch until it was too late and she crashed into it. Elentari fell to the ground unconscious and immediately demorphed.