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Prologue

Alzeran was at one point a very peaceful world. But as everyone knew, no world could stay peaceful forever. Lately more and more wars had been breaking out all across the land. There were an amazing amount of different intelligent races living on Alzeran. All were different from each other. There were gnomes, ogres, orcs, elves, even humans. And that’s just the start of the list. Some races could get along, but some couldn’t stand each other. The world of Alzeran was becoming a place of war.

The Shardam Forest was home to two wood elf brothers. Their names were Grondavor and Selvane. Both excelled at combat in different ways. They were mighty warriors. One evening they were relaxing in the lake with some of their friends. They finally decided to return home for some sleep. As they got out of the lake something seemed wrong to Grondavor.

“Do you sense that?” he asked the others.

“Sense what?” asked Korai. Korai had been one of Grondavor and Selvane’s best friends for years.

“Something is wrong. I can feel it.” Said Grondavor.

“Oh you’re just sensing things,” Selvane told him.

The group laughed and started to dry off.

“Wait a minute. Grondavor is right. Something is burning, I can smell it!” Said Shurat.

“We need to get back to the village fast!” yelled Selvane.

Then Tirash gave a grunt and collapsed. They turned around and saw that there was an arrow in his arm.

“Watch out, we’re being ambushed!” barked Selvane.

They heard laughing from the trees around them. An arrow flew from one and Grondavor was barely able to dive out of the way.

More laughing came from the trees but they could not see any one there.

“I’ll teach them to mess with us!” said Korai. He cast a spell and the tree that the first arrow had come from started to burn.

“There isn’t anybody there!” exclaimed Grondavor.

“Oh no! No no no!” said Selvane.

“What is it?” asked Grondavor.

“How could they do this to us? We were their allies! We helped them!” Screamed Selvane.

“Selvane what are you talking about?” yelled Grondavor.

Selvane didn’t answer just started giving orders. “Everybody make a circle!” He started to cast a spell. A gash suddenly appeared in his arm but he kept casting. Another gash appeared. He finished the spell and a night elf appeared with a sword drawn ready to send the sword into Selvane’s head.

Grondavor shot a ball of fire from his hand and the elf stopped to deflect it. This gave the group time to get prepared. They circled around the elf slowly.

“Well well well. What do we have here? A few young wood elves playing in the lake. It looks like you picked a bad night. They could have used you guys back at the village.” Said the night elf.

“Why would you do this to us? We helped you and you return the favor by attacking us?” shot Selvane at the night elf.

“Helped us? You guys did hardly anything! You were too late to do anything for us!” the night elf ranted.

This was the thing that got on Grondavor’s nerves the most. A traitor. He shot a bolt of lightning from his palm and shocked the night elf. The lightning continued to stream into her body.

This was the queue for the others to help. Korai lunged and sank his dagger into the elf’s side. This made it harder to resist Grondavor’s spell. Shurat started to drain her energy and then Selvane took his sword from his cape. He brought into the elf’s head without a second thought.

The elf fell to the ground dead.

“Come on, we need to get to the village fast!” yelled Selvane.

The group revived Tirash quickly and set off sprinting toward the village.

The whole group was extremely fast runners, so they got to the village in no time.

The village was a mess. People were rushing around in havoc and warriors were running to the few spots with remaining night elves.

The group rushed to one and helped with the battle.

Later a council meeting was held. All of the powerful warriors, politicians, and elves of all other professions gathered to listen.

“Why would they do this?” Grondavor asked.

“All of Alzeran is in chaos. We just recently got word of this. Every race is at war with every other race, and everything is in chaos. The land can not go on like this for much longer.” This was the chief of the village.

“Then we must help. We must go and try to make peace in the land. Bring order to Alzeran.” Selvane suggested.

“Yes we must, we all know that. But the big question is how can we do that without getting us all killed?” asked the chief.

“We will go and we will fight. We will fight for peace, for honor, and for Alzeran!” shouted Grondavor.

With that an army was assembled. They headed out to help in the land they once knew as a good home.