The dark queen

Chapter 1

No ones point of view

Lord Drast the third, lord of the human city Elmont looked out the window of his bedroom and out into the city. Crowding the streets were hundreds maybe even thousands of Dark Elves, they were clad in armour made of black steel with gold accents, some wore hoods made of black cloth whilst others left their heads uncovered. He had a look of anguish and hate, his once regal brown beard and long hair had been shaved off, even his eyebrows were gone. His once proud green eyes now held a look of defeat. From behind him he could hear the loud thud of his bedroom door open and the clacking of heels drawing closer too him. Once she was halfway across the room he turned to face her, not even trying to hide his anger and disgust

Witch Queen: are you enjoying the view my lord?

The woman asked sarcastically, an amused grin plastered on her lips. He glared at her. The woman before him was known by many names, the Dark one, the Witch Queen, the mother of Dark Elves. But no one knew her true name. Her skin was a light grey and her eyes red as was normal for her kind. Her raven hair draped down her shoulders and reached the small of her back. The once noble lord scoffed

Lord Drast: you mean your army of abomination's? No I do not enjoy seeing them ransack my city

He remarked angrily. Whilst she just moved closer, placing both her hands on his shoulders and turning him around forcing him to look

Witch Queen: what you call ransacking, they call retribution and where you see monsters, I see beauty. In fact the only monster I see is you, my dear lord

She said as she rested her head on his right shoulder causing him to grunt at the contact

Lord Drast: beauty, your kind are mistakes, a birth defect. You may have conquered my city but you will be stopped

He said sternly to which the Dar Elf chuckled at his defiance before walking him a few steps closer to the window with her body pressed firmly against his

Witch Queen: oh but this isn't the only city, this is our eighth victory and with each victory more and more Dark Elves flock to my cause and as for stopping me? I've put in far too much effort to let a worm like you stop me

She said, the playful tone leaving her voice and being replaced with malice

Witch Queen: my kind have been beaten, abused, treated like pariah's and pushed into the dirt. We've faced nothing but pain and humiliation...

As she spoke she tightened her grip on his shoulders as she used her magic to summon chains that came out of her body like snakes and wrapped around the helpless lord's body

Witch Queen: ...but now it is time for us to rise, for we are greater than all other Races and...

Her voice was becoming harsher and the chains wrapped tighter as she let go of him and raised him above the ground as he let out choked gasps for air as the chains coiled around his throat

Witch Queen: ...now we shall hold the power, and anyone who try's to resist us will experience pain and those who are wise and bend to us will learn humiliation so that soon Humans and all other races will learn the plight of the Dark Elves before being crushed beneath my heel like the insects that they are!

She shouted as the chains wretched to the side snapping his neck and dropping his corpse to the floor

Witch Queen: especially the Elves...

She muttered to herself as the chains disappeared into nothing and she casually walked over the dead lord and towards the door to the balcony, when she stepped out she let out a small blast of magic, catching the attention of all of the Dark Elves

Witch Queen: soon my children we shall march forward to our next conquest and I have already found our target, it is one that I know you've waited for, tomorrow we slaughter Elves! 

She shouted which was met with a chorus of cheers and battle cry's as Dark Elves raised their weapons in celebration as the human captives looked around fearfully. She walked back into the manor and let her people celebrate their next conquest

Witch Queen: soon this world will burn...