|The War of Centre Earth
Author: Toffee-Apple PM
High elves against Wood elves, just as it has been for 3 centuries. Can they ever become one race again as they were before or will they sink into brutal mass murder? PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Family - Chapters: 6 - Words: 5,395 - Reviews: 7 - Updated: 02-08-09 - Published: 01-06-09 - id: 2618300
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The War of Centre Earth
The High Elves deemed themselves as the most superior race (apart from the Gods of Heaven and Earth) in Centre Earth. Their opinions were law, their traditions were sacred and most importantly they had lived in Centre Earth longer than any other race. Or so they thought.
Many miles away from Cyridell, the capital city of the High Elves, was a city made entirely out of the wood and leaves of Borrowmuir Forest. Its name was Lumbria, the capital of the Wood Elves.
Although both High and Wood were, essentially, the same race; each had very different ways of living. Whilst High Elves explored science, Christianity and art; the Wood Elves explored magic, spirits and music. It was these differences that made both races predejuced against on another.
Three hundred years ago, when there were neither High nor Wood elves, there was only the Elves; magic at their fingertips, knowledge in their minds and desire in their hearts. Back then the Elves lived in peace and harmony, with no strong feelings to diversify into specific fields of their culture. Well not until the births of Cyril and Lumbrinis.
Cyril and Lumbrinis were twins. But not just any old twins; they were the sons of King Josephstone and Queen Lynwood; both boys exceptionally talented but both boys exceedingly different.
Cyril was a man of science; he studied the weather, the rocks and animals. He was a man of passion and spent long hours in the Cathedral building mosaics. King Josephstone loved him the most and while Cyril found new discoveries, he was honoured; honoured so much that he became head of the Elven Church to worship God, Jesus and everything.
Lumbrinis, however, was much more spiritual. He spent long hours doing nothing but sitting on a cushion and relaxing his mind, invoking the spirits from beyond. He also had a gift with his hands; he could make anything appear from a block of wood, including musical instruments. The castle was soon lively and happy, listening to him play. Yes, Queen Lynwood loved Lumbrinis the most and rewarded him with many spells for his use.
This newly found magic within Lumbrinis allowed him to see spirits, including the forest spirits who told him of the destruction of Borrowmuir forest for scientific research. He flew into such a rage and gathered about supporters who cared for the forest, then he barged into the Cathedral were the man responsible was rumoured to be.
Sure enough when Lumbrinis entered he saw the man and stepped forwards withdrawing his cloak. The man by the alter withdrew his and turned to set eyes upon the head of the rebellion;
"You!" He cried setting eyes on Lumbrinis.
"I should have known!" Cried Lumbrinis as his eyes met Cyril's.
"You have caused all this delay to my project, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
"Not if I teach you first!"
And then the fight broke out. Punches and kicks, screams and curses, the fight lasted two minutes and ended with a blow to the heart by both brothers at the same time. Silence captured the holy place, but then a cry from behind and another and another, until every man fought man and every woman fought woman and every child fought child.
The Elves were plunged into civil war.
However there is a prophecy that a young Elf would be responsible for the downfall of the High Elves; "The Elf who is born under Capricorn's eye, shall make all the Wood Elves die. The Elf who is of Wood and High, shall make all the High Elves tumble and die. The Elf who is of no particular faith, shall forage a new world in their name."
King Josephstone, was livid and set all his best philosophers onto finding the child. After, a hundred and fifty years, they found the child who they thought was the Chosen One- the little orphan Ayan who lived in Lumbria.
"Shall we kill him if we find him sir?" Asked one of the Warlords
"No, bring him to me, we'll knock this Chosen One rubbish out of hi head..." Laughed the now deranged King.