Im just reposting this chapter after 1 day =P, i forgot to tell you that two characters, are not mine.
Arthemus and Alhana. THey were a friends of mine, she let me continue the story with her characters.
He stalked through the forest the branches ripping at his wings; he hid his scarred face with his
hood, the darkness encasing his body leaving him unseen. He walked pass the ale-filled guards
laying slouched against the city walls
"Drunken fools" he muttered passing with unknown presence.
He hid his wings under his cloak hiding it so if any managed to see him they wouldn't know who
he was… people thought he was mad and tore through the streets for fun. He was rumoured to
have an elf mother and a dragon father, but none of these rumours were true, he was formed by
darkness yet not evil. He had no parentage, and the god he worshiped was the dragon god only
praised by dark beings and power hungry men, who's souls were captured upon finding out why
the worshipped him. The dragon god Drath was not a god of evil, or a god of good, he was
considered the between god, and his brothers and sisters shunned him for not choosing a side
but just the darkness. It was he who created the night… the shadows… but it was the evil gods
who created hell, fright and all evil, the good gods created heaven, security and good on the
world, but his shadows corrupted them both, leaving the gods infuriated. Fire was also his
creation, although it was the opposite of darkness, it burned damaging the good gods, yet it shed
light on the evil gods plans for everlasting evil. The gods never praised him for it, the good gods
decided to use it for light and the evil decided to use it for burning. Even now the dragon god was
shunned and only the dark beings of earth worshipped him. It was Drath who created the scarred
dragon elf, yet although Drath was the creator of the dragon elf; the elf knew almost nothing of his
creation. All he knew was that the shadows and darkness created him, and that was all he
needed to know to survive in the world helped being formed by the gods.
He flew to the top of the city wall, heading towards the closest turret. His wings were beating
noiselessly against the night air.
"Serthanit" he whispered into the night air,
"Nawerthy" a voice whispered back. The dragon elf landed on the turret, folding his wings back.
"Welcome Moreth" the voice said to him more out of assurance than greeting.
"I welcome you my god."
"Moreth your worship of me is divine yet I must tell you. You do not have to worship thee so
much, do not think of ye-self as a monk, Moreth you are free to do what you may, you are an elf
after all, and I cannot, will-not, deprive you of that." The god stated
"Yet master I am shunned for these wings I have, in the elf kingdom's I am not considered an elf
even by me unfaithful cousins." Moreth exclaimed "But unknown to their ignorant ways you are an
elf, you may marry an elf, I will see to that."
"No, master no elf will ever consider me, I worship thee and that shuns me alone."
"My siblings of good and evil, may see light, I cannot force them to do so, but I did not summon
you here to talk about my siblings.
"What did you summon me for then master."
" I summoned thee to tell you that, ye will be given the power of fire."
"Fire Master?" "Yes fire my Elf" " How so master?" "You will be given the power of blue fire, as
you know, it is the only creation of mine which the other gods know nothing of. Ye will be able to
summon it within your palm, and be able to throw it."
"M-master, thank you…"
" Do not thank thee Moreth, I will give ye your items to survive you on you future journey.The shadow horse is yours, and finally you
will be given the choice to hide your scars, or get an ice rapier… What is your choice?"
"The sword master I do not fear the look of my scars." He said without tremor
"Yes I can see, you are the one…"
"Pardon master?" "Do not worry Moreth, it will come to you in time, for I am not permitted by
destiny to tell you"
"Destiny master?" but the god had already gone. Moreth stood there in the silence, quietly, he
strapped the sword on his back, and put on the Fire palm. "Come Darknight, we must go." The
Shadow horse disintegrated into the shadows, and the dragon elf flew off into the night.
Arthemus and Alhana. THey were a friends of mine, she let me continue the story with her characters.
He stalked through the forest the branches ripping at his wings; he hid his scarred face with his
hood, the darkness encasing his body leaving him unseen. He walked pass the ale-filled guards
laying slouched against the city walls
"Drunken fools" he muttered passing with unknown presence.
He hid his wings under his cloak hiding it so if any managed to see him they wouldn't know who
he was… people thought he was mad and tore through the streets for fun. He was rumoured to
have an elf mother and a dragon father, but none of these rumours were true, he was formed by
darkness yet not evil. He had no parentage, and the god he worshiped was the dragon god only
praised by dark beings and power hungry men, who's souls were captured upon finding out why
the worshipped him. The dragon god Drath was not a god of evil, or a god of good, he was
considered the between god, and his brothers and sisters shunned him for not choosing a side
but just the darkness. It was he who created the night… the shadows… but it was the evil gods
who created hell, fright and all evil, the good gods created heaven, security and good on the
world, but his shadows corrupted them both, leaving the gods infuriated. Fire was also his
creation, although it was the opposite of darkness, it burned damaging the good gods, yet it shed
light on the evil gods plans for everlasting evil. The gods never praised him for it, the good gods
decided to use it for light and the evil decided to use it for burning. Even now the dragon god was
shunned and only the dark beings of earth worshipped him. It was Drath who created the scarred
dragon elf, yet although Drath was the creator of the dragon elf; the elf knew almost nothing of his
creation. All he knew was that the shadows and darkness created him, and that was all he
needed to know to survive in the world helped being formed by the gods.
He flew to the top of the city wall, heading towards the closest turret. His wings were beating
noiselessly against the night air.
"Serthanit" he whispered into the night air,
"Nawerthy" a voice whispered back. The dragon elf landed on the turret, folding his wings back.
"Welcome Moreth" the voice said to him more out of assurance than greeting.
"I welcome you my god."
"Moreth your worship of me is divine yet I must tell you. You do not have to worship thee so
much, do not think of ye-self as a monk, Moreth you are free to do what you may, you are an elf
after all, and I cannot, will-not, deprive you of that." The god stated
"Yet master I am shunned for these wings I have, in the elf kingdom's I am not considered an elf
even by me unfaithful cousins." Moreth exclaimed "But unknown to their ignorant ways you are an
elf, you may marry an elf, I will see to that."
"No, master no elf will ever consider me, I worship thee and that shuns me alone."
"My siblings of good and evil, may see light, I cannot force them to do so, but I did not summon
you here to talk about my siblings.
"What did you summon me for then master."
" I summoned thee to tell you that, ye will be given the power of fire."
"Fire Master?" "Yes fire my Elf" " How so master?" "You will be given the power of blue fire, as
you know, it is the only creation of mine which the other gods know nothing of. Ye will be able to
summon it within your palm, and be able to throw it."
"M-master, thank you…"
" Do not thank thee Moreth, I will give ye your items to survive you on you future journey.The shadow horse is yours, and finally you
will be given the choice to hide your scars, or get an ice rapier… What is your choice?"
"The sword master I do not fear the look of my scars." He said without tremor
"Yes I can see, you are the one…"
"Pardon master?" "Do not worry Moreth, it will come to you in time, for I am not permitted by
destiny to tell you"
"Destiny master?" but the god had already gone. Moreth stood there in the silence, quietly, he
strapped the sword on his back, and put on the Fire palm. "Come Darknight, we must go." The
Shadow horse disintegrated into the shadows, and the dragon elf flew off into the night.