Summary
The race of Elves have been broken for well over 500 years and the heir to the throne of Volkin was lost in the last great battle between the race of Elves and humans. Merik a young boy with a mysterious necklace that is connected to his bloodline, finally find out the truth about who he truly his. After losing everything at the young age of 10 Merik became a cold thief who was nicknamed the Silver Dragon. Now feared by all and loathed by the tyrant king, Milthor, Merik is sent to the southern forests of Crominl near the Alkalin borders to a band of thieves called the Black Thorn headed by a young beauty called the Emerald Rogue, nicknamed after his brilliant emerald eyes. A new emotion sparks inside both the Emerald Rogue and Merik; an emotion that died a long time ago is now turning their worlds upside down. Now the two young men have to deal with their love for each other and Merik's true destiny finally coming into play and the responsibly that comes with it.

Epilogue

He was so cold, Merik never thought he would be warm again. The world around him was dead and baron. The only colors that could be seen were darkened grays, bitter cold blues and ever suffocating black. Merik was in a heavily wooded forest but the trees were all dead and their limbs hung lifelessly out. The once brown trunks of these tall trees were the color of ash now. The sky above his head had lost its healthy blue color and now was a morbid gray. The color in his world had died, along with his hopes dreams and emotions. They were laid to rest right next to the grave that held is heart and bound his soul.
Nothing mattered anymore, Merik was numb and had been for well over a decade now. The forest was his home but it held nothing for him. He lost it all- his family, his real home and the ones he loved when a Northern band of Semptine Gortives attacked his small village leaving non alive, but him. Merik's mother had given him her crystal necklace that had been handed down through out her mothers line going back many centuries. No one could remember how it had ended up in the hands of Ebony Sinute, the first of his mother's line. All anyone could remember was the two spells that were needed to tap into the crystals power; one spell created an energy shield, which blocked the wearer from any harm, and the other spell turned the wearer invisible. The two spells could be used together but with a little change in the incantation. No one but the Sinute line could access these powers. Merik's mother often said there was something in their blood, their blood held great power.
Merik's mother had placed the necklace around her 8-year-old sons neck, kissed his forehead for the last time and recited the combine spell. With tears falling from her eyes she whispered her last goodbye and her last I love you, before she was brutally murdered. Merik witnessed his own mother being speared in the back, then watched as a dark brown Gortive searched his mother's neck, viciously ripping her shirt open. It was then he realized they were searching for the necklace. Merik turned around and ran without looking back. He ran and ran until his legs collapsed under him and his heart raced on. He looked around and realized he was lost. It took him a week before he was able to find his village once more.
When he returned the entire village had been burned to the ground and corpses lay scattered, half decaying and half becoming food for wild beasts. Merik searched for his mother's body and after an hour found it. Her body was lying next to the villages well, on her side with her left hand over her heart and her right out in front of her. She looked like she was merely sleeping. The body had not yet started to decay; her skin glowed with an unearthly light and strength. Merik's breath caught in his chest when he saw her. It was as if the power and grace she held during life had not left her in death.
He buried her to the North of the village facing west and marked her grave with a large black stone. He vowed on his mother's grave that he would find who ever had done this and make them pay. Before he had buried her he had taken off her midnight black cloak and a ring, both of which she had gotten from his father before he had left.
When Merik was young his mother told him that his father had died in a great battle in the West before he was born, that's why there was no grave. That was all Merik know of his father, that and his name. His mother never talked about him. When Merik was very young he asked her what his father was like but she didn't answer at first. Her once bright and lively hazel eyes grew dim, her face fell and she seemed older then her short 22 years.
His mother had always been a beautiful woman, with soft light brown hair, rosy skin, shimmering hazel eyes and a curved body. Merik on the other hand was nothing like his mother. His silky hair was straight and silver and it fell just below his shoulders. His gray blue eyes held strength within them and no matter how long he had ever stayed in the sun his skin would stay a creamy white color. He was a bit tall for his age but nothing out of the ordinary. But unlike the other boys he stayed thin and graceful. No one else looked anything like him, but his father. His mother finally did answer his question. She softly said, "He was beautiful like an angel. You look exactly like him," then a single tear softly fell from his mother's eye. He knew that even thinking about the man she had fallen in love with and bore a child to still broke her heart even after 6 years.
All his memories seemed so long ago, the memories them selves were almost dead. Merik sat on a rotting tree trunk with a fire blazing in front of him. Through out his long years alone he had only befriended one being, a black stallion named Tercei, who was laying down just a few feet away from him sleeping. In only a decade the two of them made a name for them selves through out the Orig Realm, the kingdom of the humans. Merik had become a thief and was renamed the Silver Dragon because of the tattoo on his left wrist.
He was feared through out the Orig Realm for his bloodthirsty nature and cold eyes. Merik had even caught the eye of King Milthor, the realms tyrant ruler. Merik didn't care just as long as they left him alone. On the inside he wasn't really bloodthirsty that's just how he learned to survive. He was perfectly content on being alone while he was tracking down the band of Gortives who murdered his village. He had long ago abandoned other company. He lived his life as an outcast to the world and the race of men.
Right now none of that mattered to Merik. He had a task ahead of him, he had heard of a small band of outcasts, The Black Thorns, living in the southern forests of Crominl near the Alkalin borders. A young man called the Emerald Rogue, for his piercing emerald eyes, was the leader, feared by all but a few thieves he held close to him. The mystic elf Silsa told him that within this group of outlaws he would find all the answers he needed. So that was where Merik would go. He would travel to the forests of Crominl and seek out this Emerald Rogue and then he would finally bring justice to his mother's resting soul.

A/N: this is the first thing I've posted in a while I'd love some feed back to tell me how I've been progressing, good or bad. This character was inspired from an icon I have on livejournal. It's a beautiful picture of Tom Felton the dude that plays Draco in the Harry Potter movies with lyrics I can't remember off the top of my head but if you want to see it, my name for livejournal is blacktearinrose. Please review I want to know what people think of my epilogue and of the plot layout in the summary.