This is a book I started to write a very long time ago "". Gonna continue writing it with my friend. Were gonna take turns writing each chapter to put a spin on the plot so ever we don't know what might happen next. Hope you guys enjoy this. Btw this was me writing about a year ago…bad grimmer pancuaxtion.

Authors: Sebastian & Dayjan

Author Prologue: Sebastian

Prologue

The sand dunes were visible everywhere the eye could look. For this was the center of the desert and island. Once a great fortress stood there. It was almost impenetrable. The incarnate of the Dark Elf god Kalheim commanded his vast armies from his fortress. All that remains of it now is a pathetic rock that juts out of the ground pointing towards the Dark Elf homeland. It remained undisturbed, until now...

It was a blistering day. Jack didn't know why they had chosen this day to be the day of the expedition. They set out to on only a rumor that there was a great treasure hidden in the middle of this desert. It was only a rumor but his best friend wanted to check it out because if it was real then they would all be very rich. The treasure was rumored to be more then the elven and human treasuries combined. May his friend be damned by Kalheim many times over for convincing him to come. But then again it wasn't only him going, two other archaeologists, and two mercenaries hired to escort them, just in case they got the treasure and bandits happened to want to steal it.

The plan was to go to the exact center of the desert, find this 'rock' that was an entryway to an underground chamber, get the treasure, and get out. Sell it to the highest bidder, and keep some for themselves. And of course they would have to pay the mercenaries for doing their job, plus a generous tip. Just thinking about it made him giddy. Then again he was getting very ahead of himself, for they hadn't left the city yet. Well at least they were nearing the gates. The gates themselves were enormous. The people of the city took great care in keeping the city fortified. They had sentries posted around the clock just in case the city was to be attacked by some of the creatures that lived in the desert. Few men lived an encounter with these creatures. They had the agility and size of a tiger, but their skin was as hard as stone, and they looked like a dragon without its wings. Luckily they only came out at night so the gates were open for the duration of the whole day. The journey to the 'rock' as his friends called it, would take them a good three days and two nights. They had bought elvish charms that would make them invisible to the Sand Dragons as the people called them. At least they would be safe from those abominations that were against all the prophets of Noslom taught. Noslom was the god of good and the creator of humans and elves. The elves had long life spans but slender and fragile bodies, the humans in turn had short life spans but had a lot of brawn. The humans having the shorter life span could be swayed more easily to do good or bad. Well enough about this, they had just passed the gate. Now the journey starts...time to sleep...

On their way to the destination they met a caravan heading for the city. They made camp together for the night and exchanged tales. Both groups having already traveled far had a lot to tell. One story was about a magical ring, a beautiful elven maiden, and a human knight. But that's another story to be told another time. As soon as day broke they said their good-byes and left for their destinations. The rest of the journey they did not find anyone else. Well they found someone but all that remained were his bones and they were bleached from the sun. It looked like the fellow was there for a long time and the shifting sands decided to 'cough' him up. They said their quick prayers and continued on.

When they finally reached the rock they just looked at it. It didn't look like much but yah they were there. They all dismounted and broke camp. Once they were done that the four archaeologists started to inspect the rock, and there was no visible entrance.

"Where in the numerous hells is the entrance!" said Jean in frustration.

"It should be somewhere here..." Jack said.

"Maybe there's a rune or arcane symbol somewhere?" asked Thomas. He was right for there was a symbol. One that they did not know or never saw. It was like a 'I' and 'Y' were put together. That was all they found. All four of them look fervently around the whole rock but found nothing else. Qali being the only one who knew of these arcane runes and symbols took a look in his book. It was supposed to have every known magic symbol and rune showed in it with an explanation for what it did. It has cost him a lot to get it, so the others thought that it better work. He looked through the book for about an hour.

A bit later he just gave up and said, "Guys...um small problem that rune isn't anywhere in this book. And I have no idea what it could mean or who put it where it is."

'There went their chance for becoming rich.' Thought Jack. With that thought he hit the rock, and by pure chance his hand impacted on the magical rune. With a sudden lurch a door started to open. It just appeared in the rock, where once there was a smooth surface now was a door made of stone sliding to the side to allow entry. As soon as it started moving they all jumped back a step or two. Even the two mercenaries drew their swords sensing danger. As soon as the rock completely slid to the side they all decided to go explore it. If they didn't they wouldn't get their money, so without question they all slowly went into the rock. The staircase itself was spiralling down. It seemed like ages until they reached the bottom. But little did they know that they were doomed since they wanted to enter the cave. When they reached the bottom all they saw was a table. A simple wooden table in a round room. When they approached it they noticed that a ceremonious dagger lay on the table. They were very confused. But while they were approaching the table a darkness seemed to grow behind them, and another one, half the size, started to grow on top. The shadow slithered nearer the mercenaries on top and the archaeologists on the bottom. As soon as the shadow deemed that it was close enough to its victim's one shadowy warrior came out to match all 6 of the humans. Above ground the shadow warriors came close to the human warriors and slit their throats skillfully. The bodies fell to the floor with a sickening thump.

Something different happened below ground. Instead of killing the four men, the warriors kicked their knees in to put them in a kneeling position and grabbed their hair. All of them let out yelps of pain. While that was happening the dagger started glowing an eerie red, and a mist started to form around it. Soon covering the room until nothing to be seen. They were now so terrified that they forgot how to scream. One by one they let out a shriek that could boil blood itself. The first body fell limp, then the second, then the third. The fourth fell too but started to spasm. The mist cleared to show Jack half crouched clutching his face. His muscles seemed to have grown during the strange ordeal, he looked much bigger. He stood and turned around. The four shadow warriors suddenly bowed before Jack. But it wasn't him anymore, his eyes turned red and his nails were sharp as steal, and a grotesque mask now covered half his face.

"Finally I am back! Come to me my children for we shall wage war against those sickening kin of ours and triumph!" it said. At that moment every Dark Elf awoke, knowing that their lord and god had returned to lead them once again.