Prologue: A Dark World

World

It was the year 2021 and human have controlled the world for over 3000 years. The Elves use to live among the humans peacefully till 200 years ago when humans started to eradicate them, calling them the source of all evil. To save their lives the Elves went into hiding among humans some hid peacefully while other struck back at humans for the sins they commented against them.

Carolyn

Carolyn couldn’t finish her pancakes. She sat back in the booth, alone, staring out the window.

“Are you done there, hon?” the waitress said in a squeaky voice that Carolyn was suspicious of. After she first heard the woman speak, Carolyn took care to notice that her name was “Sharon”. Carolyn noticed that she was new here, which was a shame: Carolyn began to like coming to this place.

Carolyn nodded and the waitress took the plates away with a smile and left. Carolyn looked after her, watching her. She learned in school that the elves disguised themselves, so their hatred for humans could be secret. But the problem was that the murders weren’t. Everyday Carolyn read in the newspapers of violent deaths that the writers assured could only be possible in the twisted minds of elves. They hadn’t evolved correctly her friends and even her teacher would tell her.

But the point really hit her hard when her father said it. Her parents hated elves just like everyone else, but her father took a most active stance when her mother committed when she was raped by an elf. Carolyn was only six years old and her father went to jail when he found out the elf that did it and killed him. Carolyn was proud of her father and wanted to be strong just like him.

That’s why she always carried a gun.

For what goes on in this world, some people can blame God. Carolyn blamed evolution.

Sharon came back with the check. It came out to an even twelve dollars. Before the waitress could leave, Carolyn had to ask, “I like your accent, where’s it from?”

The waitress gave Carolyn a puzzled, suspicious look. Carolyn couldn’t blame her; she didn’t look like the type of person who’d ask about accents. She wasn’t some middle aged tourist; she was only seventeen and looked very much like she was from the city with her bright red hair with black highlights, a leather jacket with chains connecting randomly, and her favorite little plaid skirt.

Noting all of these things in her mind, the waitress cleared her throat and looked worried, “What’s it to you?”

Carolyn pulled her jacket back to show the hilt of her gun to the waitress, gave her a big smile and said in false cheer, “Just looking out for my people.”

Sharon gasped, “You little bitch,” and quickly left behind the counter, undoubtedly to talk with the manager. With a smile, Carolyn paid (if her father caught her stealing or threatening someone one more time he said he’d take her car away) but left Sharon no tip. Carolyn felt that she didn’t get her pancakes fast enough. She also felt like she wouldn’t come back here again. It was a real shame.

Her watch said it was already six; she’d be late for school. She couldn’t risk another absence, her dad would kill her. Plus, she didn’t want to be late to her favorite class.

Vahn

It was an age were Elves were condemned to live in the shadow of the oppressing Humans, so either the Elves joined together in scattered settlements, or if they were daring enough, try to fool the Humans in their own territory. And that is just what Vahn decided.

Instead of living in a poor forest community with his family, he decided to live life a little better. So one night, during an ambush, Vahn knocked a Human out and stole his clothing and weapons. With this, it was easier for him to sneak into their territory. He didn’t even have the chance to tell his family of his new idea, but he hoped to see them again.

He had only been inside for a couple of months now. Everything was going just fine, too. Vahn had found a small abandoned tree-house just outside the limits of the city. He also entered school as a transfer student from another community. Everyone saw him as the perfect little role student and kid, but at night, he played a different role, that of a thief. Of course, that was the main reason he entered their territory in the first place.

Everyday, Vahn would come home from school, lay down for a nap in his little makeshift bed, and once nightfall set in, the whole setting was completely different. His eyesight became then times better that at normal sunlight, so he could basically see better at night than during the daytime, where he wore glasses. This was a good advantage to have, especially in this career choice.

Now, pushing his bed aside, Vahn opened a small compartment which fell right under his bed. Inside was a pack of picklocks, a grappling belt, some throwing daggers, and a small bag to put it all in.

He finished covering himself in his black cloak and after concealing his daggers, grabbed the bag and jumped out the window and onto a branch. From then on, he jumped from branch to branch until reaching his target site of the night, where he would stealthy infiltrate the place, grab whatever he could, and then dash off back home, hiding everything before turning in for the night.

Elric

It was another Friday night for Elric Tudor, most thought he was just a punk bike gang leader as he drove down the road down the street on his slick black motorcycle with the skull painted on front glowing on the night road.

Elric parked his bike in front of Motor Bar, one of the meanest biker bars in the world. He walked in the door of the bar to have everyone stop and stare at him. There eyes glanced from his short black spiked hair slowly traveling down taking note of his pointy ears which were pierced all the way down with loops then to the pendent that hung at his neck and last the ring that sat on his middle right finger with a jewel that glowed redder then fire.

The head biker in the bar stood up and cracked his fist. He was about six foot and stood around six inches taller then Elric. “Looks like we have an elf here buddys.” The man smirked as the room stood up walking towards Elric. Elric raised his right hand and started to chant “Desino” the tattoo on Elric’s neck started to glow red as everyone in the bar stopped moving. He gripped the dagger at his waist and ran it into the man standing in front of his quickly removing the dagger and putting it back to his waist he walked to the other side of the room on top of one of the tables and raised his hand again and chanted, “Pungo” his tattoo glowed once again and the room came back to life.

The man from before started to gush blood as he body fell to the floor. Confused the room looked around and saw Elric standing on the table. “Now if you fellows don’t mind.” Elric said as he stepped down and walked up to the bar. The bartended handed Elric a beer which he quickly chugged and walked out of the bar back to his bike. Zipping up his black leather jacket he jumped back on the bike revved the motor and took off.