Azmelio

Dark Elves

When I woke up I was in the dark. How did I get myself into this? I just wanted to go back in time. I wish I had locked the barn. That way Lenegard and I would be safe. For longer at least. Now I was stuck in this mess. The Dark elves weren't usually this strong, something or someone had brought them here. That's when I though of Grandeur. He was a dark elf, but he stayed here all season unlike the rest of them. He was a grouch that's for sure. And I think I might know why. We hated him, and he felt guilty for the captures many years back.
There was a long time ago, where dark elves lived among us. They weren't thieves or scoundrels back then. Simply, citizens. Ragnar we called him. Ragnar our savior. The dark elves were greedy and they were jealous of the attention we have him. So they hatched a plan to destroy him, but one of our elves found out. And told Ragnar, he decided to grow an army to banish the dark elves forever. When that day came and the dark elves attacked we were ready. It was a hard fought victory. But we defeated them. Ragnar said they could only come in the fall to trade things. That's when grandeur struck him.
But it didn't make sense because grandeur was in jail, how could he contact the dark elves. Magic maybe.. His raven. The thought struck me with such force that it sent a shiver down my spine as I sat in the dark. Then I remembered the awful black smoke. Grasping for attention, even a soul to prey on. They had come to take over our kingdom. And grandeur would be the hero this time if nobody stopped him. I had to get out of there, to tell everyone, to find Lenegard. I slowly got up and reached out for something to steady myself. I came in contact with something I hadn't felt in a long time. Cold, rough, hands, those of a dark elf.